Demented Synonym Novels & Stories

Corinne was furious when she learned that Caroline had deceived her. However, in the next second, the doctor added, "She has early-onset dementia. It's different from regular dementia. Though she has forgotten about past events, she doesn't behave in a clueless manner." After hearing the doctor's explanation, Corinne finally understood. At the same time, she was relieved she hadn't lashed out at Caroline earlier. "Thank you, doctor." Corinne then said, "Let's go, Caroline."

Josephine's eyes slowly went wide. What was that? She seemed to recall having heard of that disease before. Dr. Halliday steeled his heart before explaining, "In other words, it's dementia. Then again, please don't let it bother you too much, Madam. You're still very young, so it's unlikely that you'll be diagnosed with this disease. I think the possibility of you receiving brain damage in the past is higher. Did you happen to hurt your head in the past?"

He was my stinky, disgusting, rotting fish who also happened to be sinfully handsome and had a huge, delightful cock. Now my mind was imagining actual fish with actual dicks, and my gorge rose. Penises and fish just did not mix. Liam’s face creased. “You okay?” I was going to—I didn’t know. Puke, cry, laugh. Could you do all three at once? Was there a word for that? Under the dictionary, there should be a word for what I’d done last night. Synonyms would include: idiot, moron, and imbecile. Antonyms would include: Mari Wright up until she got drunk last night and married a stranger.

He was my stinky, disgusting, rotting fish who also happened to be sinfully handsome and had a huge, delightful cock. Now my mind was imagining actual fish with actual dicks, and my gorge rose. Penises and fish just did not mix. Liam’s face creased. “You okay?” I was going to—I didn’t know. Puke, cry, laugh. Could you do all three at once? Was there a word for that? Under the dictionary, there should be a word for what I’d done last night. Synonyms would include: idiot, moron, and imbecile. Antonyms would include: Mari Wright up until she got drunk last night and married a stranger.

He was my stinky, disgusting, rotting fish who also happened to be sinfully handsome and had a huge, delightful cock. Now my mind was imagining actual fish with actual dicks, and my gorge rose. Penises and fish just did not mix. Liam’s face creased. “You okay?” I was going to—I didn’t know. Puke, cry, laugh. Could you do all three at once? Was there a word for that? Under the dictionary, there should be a word for what I’d done last night. Synonyms would include: idiot, moron, and imbecile. Antonyms would include: Mari Wright up until she got drunk last night and married a stranger.

Isabel replied. Adrian sighed. "I'm not gonna say you're making no sense at all cause you are but being back in this place isn't exactly a good memory for me. Sure, I lived here with my mom but I barely recall having any good memories with her while I lived here. I'm not trying to say she was a terrible mother or anything but after my father died while she was pregnant with me, she had spent the rest of her life mourning him and forgetting that she actually had a son. The only memories I have of my mother are memories of her crying and walking around the house with a depressed look on her face,"

All I knew was I was scared shitless of this beast in front of me. “Poor little Aria, a waste of space slut, good for nothing, I should’ve never kept you.” She spat vehemently, winding herself up further. “I thought about it all day and there’s no way you have amnesia; you’re still the same pathetic girl who can’t keep her legs closed. What a pity that you lied to me. I don’t know how you fooled the doctor and everyone else, but you can’t fool me little girl.” “I can’t remember fucking anything! You think this is some sick game I’m playing!” I yelled back after finding my inner strength.

Dianne's confusion grew while staring at the woman before she closed the door. "She has dementia and cannot remember most things in her life. Hey, just like you," he joked to make the mood jolly. Dianne stared into oblivion, thinking about what the woman had said. She cannot remember her husband but felt loved. "How do you know if you love or like someone?" Dianne asked while they walked.

~ Vivienne's POV "...he's gone senile." I blinked, looking at him with a questioning gaze. He stared at the ceiling as he spoke. It was as though he was dealing with something he would prefer not to. "...I do not understand. Are you insulting him right now?" He lowered his gaze, peering into my eyes. "No, I'm talking in the literal sense. He has dementia. Isn't that the same thing?" I paused, my gaze lingering on him as I tried to digest what he said.

He happened to run into Simon who was making oatmeal. "Hey, have you noticed Mr. Northwood has been acting a little off recently?" Simon didn't look up. "I have." "So, you've noticed too. Mr. Northwood used to have a photographic memory. He had no problems accurately remembering records that were years old. But lately, it seems like he's suffering from dementia. He keeps forgetting things." He leaned in and whispered, "Is Mr. Northwood getting old? Intelligent people seem to age prematurely." He had completely forgotten that they were at odds with one another over the position of head assistant while he was gossiping. Jordan looked up and shot David a placid glance.