Burnt For Her, Saved By Amnesia Novels & Stories

Don't be sad anymore, hold my bear and stop crying, she is fluffy, cute like me, These were the kid's exact words years ago when she caught me trying to jump off the building. I sat on the bed squeezing my eyes shut, my head ached as I tried to force the memories back but there was nothing. Just words, tears, and her smile as she ripped off fluffy's ear for me. My heart broke and I felt more disgusted with myself, I couldn't believe that I plotted against and hurt the person that saved me that night, Amara. Amara and the girl are the same person. The realization hit me and I felt my insides sink as the horror drowned me, will she remember me? Even if it's just fragments of memories like I h

All she knew was that the father of her children, the man whose soul was tied to hers by the laws of the moon goddess, was dying inside that inferno. With a sudden, fierce determination lighting up her emerald eyes, Amora broke into a full sprint. She tore past the yellow police tape, ignoring the shouts of the crowd and the frantic screams of Oscar behind her. She reached the shattered front entrance, coughing violently as the thick gray smoke filled her lungs, and plunged directly into the raging fire. As she burst into the crumbling, flame-choked kitchen, she saw him through the haze. Duncan, pinned beneath the massive burning beam, his skin covered in black ash and silver burns, his stre

he said, his voice breaking slightly, "why let me believe you were lost. Why let me sit beside your bed explaining your own marriage back to you like a stranger." I sat down heavily across from him, my hands pressed together, trying to find some way to explain something I barely understood myself. "Because the amnesia was the only version of me that ever let itself be gentle with you," I said. "Do you understand what I'm saying. Not the injury changing who I was. The forgetting itself, becoming a kind of permission I'd never given myself before. I could hold your hand without the weight of two years of guilt sitting behind it. I could ask if I'd been good to you without already knowing, with

Instead, they exchanged wicked grins, watching me as if I were the victim of a pathetic prank. I silently clenched my fists. Chloe wiped the wine from her lips and sat up straight. “Does this make you uncomfortable, Serena? Oh, that’s right. You have amnesia. You must have forgotten that we always play like this at parties.” “There’s nothing to be uncomfortable about,” I replied, flashing Chloe a bright smile. This she-wolf—my supposed best friend—was now proudly wrapping her arms around Toby’s neck to mark her territory, entirely under the impression that my mind was blank.

"No, it is not that simple. The moment that person loves you then you love them back, you will feel a burning sensation on your mark and it will glow signifying that as true love then the curse will be broken. If it does not, then you will remain immortal until you will find your true love." "THAT IS LUDICROUS!" I roared at her. "This will serve as a lesson, to both of you,” she said as she took turns in looking at Nathaniel and I, “ You will be watched. I will make sure that my descendants will watch your progress. Until then, good luck." Then the room went back to normal but the spot where Florence stood was vacant. She had disappeared, leaving us to deal with the aftermath. As for the wom

he spoke to her delicately, his voice soft and caring, "what would this trouble be?" "Well," she said, her voice hushed and calmed by him, "I saw Elkshire burned, and none escaped. There was blood and ash and smoke. I saw the city burning all around me. The moon was like blood, and the streets were filled with murderous bloodshed. People were screaming..." she shook her head. "They screamed such horrific screams of terror for their lives," she told him concisely. Tears ran down her face like tiny crystal droplets catching the moonlight, and she sat her lamp on the ground beside her. "It was just like it was before," she said, closing her eyes as more tears came flooding down.

I said as I grabbed her hand, surprised when she didn’t pull back. “Yeah, it was,” she choked out almost in tears, but she shook them off. “You don’t have to say anything,” I looked at her and she smiled nodding. “I know but I want to,” she added. “You are shaking,” I pulled my jacket from my chair and covered her shoulder. “Thanks,” she gave me a reassuring smile, “I’m just nervous.” I nodded, grabbing her hand again. She was still shaking like a leaf before she spoke again. “I was in a coma for six weeks and it caused me to have amnesia. I don’t remember much about the accident and the doctors told me I would remember eventually but I didn’t expect it to take so long.”

Mom cried “Mom! I’m not sick. Why do we need a doctor?” She cried again “Calm down.” I went near her “It’s me.” I hugged her and I cried “I miss you so much.” “No, you’re lying. My brother doesn’t love me.” “I love you.” I said “He loves you so much. You’re his princess remember?” “No. I don’t believe you. He wouldn’t leave me if I am his princess.” She sobbed A doctor came to check her. “What happened to her right now is a trauma. Because she tried to drown herself, memories may come back to her whenever she is sad.” The doctor said

she even proudly says, then she adds, “When I first saw you, I knew I’ve seen your face before.” “It could have been somewhere else, don’t you think? A bar? A club? A museum? So why connect me to the accident that happened a decade ago. I wasn’t even sure if I was living in America at that time,” I shrug my shoulder still composing myself. “Lie all you want, but I know it was you. Those eyes like yours, are rare here in America. Too bad those charming eyes gave you away,” she speaks as if she holds a shred of evidence against me.

’ Those repeated condemnations seared into her flesh and bone during those two years. Seeing that Helma's expression was odd, Rana turned to look at Ximena and whispered, "Ximena, what's wrong with Hemmy?" Helma took a deep breath. She had lost all that memory. Why did she have to recall everything from the past again? How could she face these people now? Rana had bullied her before. According to her character, she would have stayed away from her until death. Despite that, Helma discovered Rana’s adorable side after her amnesia.