Burnt For Her, Saved By Amnesia Novels & Stories

Inside, it was choked with dust. "Don't worry, Connor," one of his friends had told him during a conversation Samantha had overheard. "We've already set up the timed incendiary. You just need to lure her in and lock the door from the outside. Once it starts burning, she won't be able to get out. Based on the last fire, wait fifteen minutes, then go in and save her. She won't die—maybe just a few burns. But when she sees you coming through the flames, she'll be so grateful and start crying." Samantha had heard it all. And she was ready to let "Samantha" be buried in this fire for good.

From then on, whenever I unknowingly wore a color she favored, used her favorite perfume, or styled my hair like hers, he would scowl or lash out with cold, cutting words. The most humiliating thing I'd ever done was to fall in love with a man who never truly belonged to me. I traced the burns on my legs and called my mentor abroad. If I were just a forgotten shadow beneath Tucker's true love, then walking away was the only thing left to do. … That evening, Tucker handed me a necklace. "You're coming with me to the cocktail party tonight. Don't make a scene."

Seven years ago, she could remember going to a bar to drink in Cynthia’s company to quench her pain after catching Natasha in bed with James. What happened next was a huge blur. She remembered being in bed with a strange man whose skin felt so hot against hers, besides that, she hardly had any memories of that period in time. Except the one when she wakes up in a burning building with blood all over her body and an unconscious baby girl by her side. She took the baby and escaped the building before it collapsed and somehow found her way back to the Watson residence where she fainted in front of the gate. Everyone had assumed she ran away after she went missing for ten months and soon she was

“I heard she’s awake. How is she?” “Alive,” Damien said. “But she doesn’t remember anything. The doctors say she has amnesia. She doesn’t know who I am. Doesn’t remember the accident. Doesn’t remember anything from the past few months.” Amnesia. Perfect. Even better than Victoria had hoped. “That’s terrible,” Victoria said, injecting sympathy into her voice. “Can I see her?” Damien hesitated. Then nodded. “She’s confused. Scared. Try not to overwhelm her.” “Of course,” Victoria said.

After a car accident leaves my girlfriend, Selene Voss, with temporary amnesia, she wakes up convinced that my best friend, Evander Thorne, is her fiance. Afraid that telling her the truth might worsen her condition, I agree to switch places with him. The arrangement is simple. We only pretend. Nothing more. Once Selene gets her memory back, everything goes back to normal. But six months have passed, and she shows no sign of remembering anything. Then one day, I stumble across a post online from someone in our city. "I lost my memory after a car accident and mistook another guy for my boyfriend. Now I've actually fallen in love with him. How do I explain this to my real boyfriend?" The

she said with worries. "You have amnesia, that's normal." Misty said with a weak smile, couldn't help but to pity her. "Do you know me? Do you know what happened to me?" She asked. This woman has a lot of questions as she has no single idea about who she is. Her memories were erased by that plane crash. "Uhm," Misty was lost for words. She knows her, her identity. But she doesn't know who she really is. All she knows is that Amara Gabriel is a huge person.

Mrs. Watson who saw that her son-in-law did not react to the woman whose face was similar to her daughter. She looked at Lorenzo with a confused face. “Mom, Selena has amnesia yesterday. The criminals brainwashed Selena to avenge them on me. They then used Selena to harm her own family, so yesterday she had to shoot Enzo. But now Selena is back. She already remembers everything and wants to make amends for all her mistakes to Enzo."

**************** DASHIELL'S ITALY MANSION I lay on the bed, watching the doctor pack up his equipment before giving me a curt nod and leaving the room. The pain in my chest didn't hurt as much, but everytime the sharp pain came through, flashbacks of Damian's bullets piercing through my bullet-proof vest filled my mind. Zahra sat beside me, her hands in my hair, slowly massaging my scalp with an expression full of worry on her face. "Dashiell," she said softly. "How did you... survive?"

"Why do all of this?" "Because I watched you, for days, for weeks on the God damn cameras. Crying in the fucking hallways, arguing with doctors. I watched this strong woman who refused to be told no, who refused to give up, and I became entranced with her. Shit, obsessed with her. But she wouldn't notice me. Not when I tried to speak to her. Not when I sat a few tables away from her in the cafeteria and tried to get her attention. I even came to your shitty fucking job and got waited on by you, and still nothing. And I couldn't fucking figure out why I couldn't get you out of my mind. Why all I could think about were your curves, about having your body under me. About hearing what your moans

“I’m sorry I lost control. But I’m not sorry I want you. I’m not sorry I’ll burn everything down to keep you safe.” I reached out slow, carefuly brushed my thumb over the marks on her throat. She didn’t flinch. She leaned into the touch, and in that single movement, the fire inside me shifted. It was not rage or possession but something deeper. Something I wasn’t ready to name, But something I would kill to protect.