Daniel Amnesia Dark Descent Novels & Stories

The future Don of his family, Evan Jenco, suffered from a strange ailment. He would get amnesia every three years, but the only person he would forget was his childhood love, Nancy Sartori. Nancy was 18 the first time it happened to Evan. They had promised to spend their entire lives together under the beautiful fireworks in the night sky, but Evan forgot everything about them after one night and even fell in love with another woman.

" He thought I still didn't know his amnesia was an act. He assumed that after seven days, he could use his 'illness' as an excuse, apologize to me, and everything would return to normal. But this hands-off boss had no idea that the company's most critical project had only seven days left before its deadline. The amount involved was enormous. If it wasn't delivered on time—or if something went wrong—he would have to pay a massive penalty. In the past, for the sake of the company's stability and his future, I would have chosen to endure it all in silence. But I was already exhausted. I wanted neither the company nor him anymore. Anthony subconsciously reached out to grab my hand, then remembe

- Resounded Daniel referring to me - Wow, was your hidden plan a bonus for me? Thank you, Seventh. Look if it's not the family together! - He opened his arms happily and sarcastically - Daniel Montenegro-Corfin, bastard of Luna Diana with Antônio Corfin, romantic partner of another anomaly, Amália Gasparian, with the prodigal offspring, Sétima Corfin. A family of noise, all with fascinating stories and... - Let her go.- Daniel interrupted his chatter that amused him so much.

DELILAH’S POV The dark forest under the hidden moonlight looked like a deep endless tunnel. My naked feet scrambled over the dried twigs and branches, crunching under my weight, as I ran. I ran as fast as I could. I could feel the thudding of my heart, and the fear whirlpooling inside me. Short and frequent breaths filtered in, as I constrained my eyes solely on the pathless way in front. Don’t look back. Do not dare to look back.

Memories flooded my mind—laughter, whispers of love, stolen kisses, and warm embraces. All the moments I had shared with Daniel, all the love I had given him… it all meant nothing to him now. “Daniel…” I whispered, my fingers twitching as I weakly reached out toward the mansion. As if somehow, if I just reached far enough, I could bring back what we had lost. But before I could stretch my fingers any further, darkness swallowed me whole. — The sound of soft beeping pulled me from the abyss of unconsciousness. My eyelids fluttered open, my head pounding as I slowly registered my surroundings.

And a new busy day had come. In the same way as Rebecca, Daniel had started his new day. He didn’t want to be close to many people since he already knew what their conversation would be. No one had the right to know about his life, his new family and the reason why he was like that. If something Daniel had learned by heart was to not trust in people even if it had been years of getting to know them. Amnesia visits them all of a sudden when it comes to be hurting and provoking our worlds to smash.

His brain is painfully racing wildly and he is beyond thankful that he’s sitting so it wouldn't be obvious that he was so desperate. Definitely they were his family, that explains the connection he thought he felt but at the moment it was all vanity. Vanity cause he remembers nothing, all he did As he watches the woman as she sits across from him, the doctor puts a folder down on the desk, pulling out a piece of paper sighed. “We think Mr Daniel here has amnesia." He answers Maurice question, all heads turn to Daniel Amnesia?

that truth would only get darker, deeper, and more terrifying from here. But she would not run. Not anymore. Somewhere far from the light, in a dark room whose walls were made of bones and shadows, a black-robed figure stood with his back to a black altar surrounded by blue flames. His fiery red eyes gazed at the misty mirror in front of him, where the images of Raven and Valtorius moved in the underground passage. Her thin hands traced the surface of the glass, muttering incantations in an old language that sounded like the hiss of a snake.

Laughter mingled with cries of distress as each crew member battled against invisible forces pulling them further into despair—reminders of their pasts reconstituted into tormenting visions. As the cacophony crescendoed, panic engulfed the crew. One by one, they succumbed to Mnemosyne's grasp, lost in their torments as the tendrils continued to tug at the essence of their identities. The energy in the air crackled with fear, a heavy darkness wrapping around the ship as the entity reveled in the corruption of memories. It drifted through the chaos, a master of shadows dancing amidst their fear. “Your memories are so ripe for harvesting,” it crooned, reaching for Amelia’s forehead, fingers poi

She did not understand what was happening to her enemy and father at the same time. What relationship is Amerta with the Emperor? Who is Deksura anyway? “Druiksa! Giris, stop!” Once again Venus was shocked. Amerta suddenly gurgled, as if the iron stuck in his chest had just killed him by now. A second later, he stops struggling. Amerta's mouth gaped stiffly with his hand still holding the iron in his chest. Venus sat limp. She still breathes hard. This is… not the end I imagined. Venus's mind told Mustaka.