I Faked Amnesia Novels & Stories

She sat down, pressing her lips together slightly. “It’s not that I don’t know them. I have some vague memories, but… my head hurts…” I started faking amnesia. “You should lie down. I should’ve brought you to the hospital yesterday. I thought it wouldn’t be safe, but now you can’t remember anything. Don’t tell me you were just unlucky enough to get shot while walking down the street?” The more she said, the more ridiculous it got. I almost rolled my eyes, but right now, I needed to gain her trust and stay close to her.

The comments kept pouring in. "Of course Madam is smart. Everyone who watches her livestreams regularly knows that." "I heard something recently. Jonathan actually has amnesia." "Amnesia? No way. Is Mr. Fordham powerful enough to beat him to the point of getting amnesia?" "He didn't just get amnesia now. It happened earlier!" "That sounds fake. Where did you get the news? If you paid for it, then you really got scammed." "I didn't pay for it. I heard it from someone in that circle. I thought carefully about it when I got back, and it seems to be true."

My smile immediately disappeared the moment he was gone and I looked at my hands that were shaking slightly as I took a deep breath. I faked my amnesia. But how long could I keep this up? How long before the guilt consumed me entirely? I couldn’t shake off Rose’s words. “Fix this, before it’s too late.” But deep down, I knew it already was.

My chest heaved with my quickened breath; oxygen became too thing to breathe in. This couldn't be happening. Thane couldn't be losing his memories. He..... “Oh my God,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. “You really think I'd forget you so easily?” I froze. The heart attack that was cresting up froze in shock too. Thane smirked. “You look beautiful when you're worried over me.” “Hold on, you were faking amnesia?” I stood up on my feet. He was faking it. Thane fúcking faked it. I thought he had brain damage or something, but he was faking...

He felt Zayyan’s gaze and focused on Amira’s cousin again. He initially came down to ask Zayyan about the wash closet and was frustrated that he wouldn’t be able to. So, he decided to pretend… he had amnesia. “Look, I want to be honest with you,” Rhys began, observing Zayyan’s expression. “I’ve forgotten a lot of stuff… And lost a lot of memories.” Zayyan blinked back profusely at his statement. Surprise tugged at his eyebrows, but they quickly returned to normal, and he nodded. “Hmmm… You have been acting a little odd… odder than usual,” he adjusted. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

Amnesia, all memories fade until they disappear Where did I go? Amnesia, it went from being everything to being nothing No more "us," he's a stranger I used to know, a stranger who broke my heart. These pictures of us So happy, so in love, so happy. They were all lies. Your kisses, your "I love yous," it was all fake. Fake. Who are they? Where have they gone? And when it was enough, enough When all the fire turned cold When did you decide you had enough?

"I need to talk to you." Marcus Gray was a trusted doctor who had treated the Blackwood Pack for years. He approached with a concerned expression. "What's happening, Ethan?" I explained the situation, emphasizing how ridiculous Amber's sudden "amnesia" seemed. "She's clearly faking it to get back at me. There's no way she could forget our entire relationship but remember everything about my uncle." Dr. Gray frowned. "Memory loss can be selective, especially with traumatic brain injuries. Let me examine her." We waited outside while he conducted his examination. I couldn't stop thinking about how Amber had clung to my uncle, calling him "mate." The word made my skin crawl.

He frowned, “it’s Finn, your bestie. Damn that accident must’ve shaken up your brain a bit.” I shook my head, “I remember things just fine.” Aria looked up at him, “he doesn’t remember us.” I began to grow frustrated with these people who claimed to know me. Groans came from the other cots and two guys with brown hair both got up at almost the same time. The one with the darker hair spoke first, “looks like everyone is alright.” Aria gave him a sad smile, “Zach has amnesia.” He let out a disbelieving laugh, “you’re joking.”

A domestic staff member, perhaps. “Yes… do you recognize Nana?” the doctor asked, following my gaze. I looked at her again, then shook my head. “No.” More questions followed. Simple things like names, dates, places. I answered each one the same way. No. I wasn’t lying technically. I really didn’t know, but the moment I realized what was happening, I knew one thing for certain: I had to pretend. Until I understood this situation, I would play the part. The doctor straightened, removing his stethoscope. “It’s likely temporary amnesia. Shock from the accident,” he said confidently. “Her memories should return soon. I promise.”

~ A M E L I A ~ Moron. That’s what I was—a total moron for thinking that faking amnesia was the best option. I could’ve faked my death. But that would’ve caused issues in my werewolf training at school, trying to research the curse, and trying to find out more about my parents… Faking amnesia means I can hide in plain sight. I thought to myself. It meant I could hide in plain sight and allow my enemies, well, the Luna, to let her guard down enough that I could gain some intel on why she did what she did.