I Wish That I Could Wake Up With Amnesia Novels & Stories

All of New York knew that Caspian Solis, the Don of the Solis family, worshipped the ground I walked on. Then an ambush left him with amnesia. Not only did he forget me and our twenty years together, but he also mistook his secretary, Ivy, for the love of his life. He tossed our matching bracelets and stared at me with dead eyes. "You are not my type. Ivy is the woman I love." My heart shattered. I tried everything to help him remember. Until I overheard a conversation between him and his right-hand man: "Don, how long are you going to keep this up? What if your wife finds out you are faking the amnesia?" Caspian exhaled a cloud of cigar smoke, completely unbothered. "She won't." "I just wan

I didn’t understand it all… but I felt it. She paused, biting her lip. “Even I… I haven’t told you everything about me.” My eyes narrowed. “What do you mean, babe?” Her voice broke. “I have amnesia.” Tears slid down her cheeks. My heart cracked open. I was in disbelief. I never ever noticed. “How long…?” She shook her head, broken. “I don’t know. But I wanna remember, Jake. I need to remember something… anything.” I wrapped her in my arms, tight. “It doesn’t stop me from loving you in anyway. I’m not going anywhere—I promise.”

I struggled to recall what had happened to me, why I was in that car, and who I truly was, but it felt as though my mind was a blank slate. “ I can't remember anything, Mason. I don't know who I am and where I was going, I remember nothing! I'm so scared.” I said, tears blurring my vision. Mason reached over, resting a hand gently on my arm. “Hey, it’s okay. I spoke with the doctor earlier and he said when you wake up you are going to have a temporary amnesia and that's just because you had an injury on your head. You will remember soon okay? You just need something to help jog your memory.”

I dumped snow on my hair and sweater. Maybe my skull would have fractured, and I lost much of my blood if there hadn't been a pile of snow on the ground. Will I get a concussion and amnesia? If I have amnesia, I will forget the bad memories that always try to take over my consciousness. I am happy; my mind will not torment me anymore. But I will also forget my parents, my brother, my mate, and all the good memories. I don't want to forget all my memories with my mother.

Dad clutched his chest, swaying on his feet like he might collapse any second. Meanwhile, Yvonne simply glowered at the screen. She finally understood I'd never lost my memories, to begin with, and I knew everything. Snapping out of her daze, she fished out her phone and called me. "The number you called is unavailable…" She called again and again, but all she got in return was the cool, mechanical voice of the voicemail prompt. It was then that she realized I was not merely throwing a childish fit; I was truly leaving her.

Ava. I didn’t sleep at all. My mind was all over the place. Everything still seems to be so unreal. I’ve heard about amnesia. I know about amnesia. I just never thought I would be one of the people suffering from it. It feels so weird that there is this huge gap in my memory. I remember nothing after I woke up. Nothing of the people who claim to be my parents. Nothing of the people who claim to be my friends. I remember nothing of Iris or the man who got me pregnant.

"No, I wouldn't. Daddy only likes the bad lady. He lets her bully you, and he kicked you out of the bedroom and forced you to be a nanny. "If he really lost his memory, then how can he remember such a big company and all those complicated social connections but forget only you, Mommy?" That was right. Ambrose claimed he had amnesia, yet he hadn't forgotten his company or all the people in his network. The only thing he'd conveniently forgotten was me. I'd been in the business world for years and had seen all kinds of tricks, yet I'd actually fallen for such a shallow lie. I clenched my teeth and laughed at my own stupidity.

What I was saying made no sense because I didn't start at the beginning. So I took a deep breath and said, "I woke up in a slave trader's tent. I couldn't remember anything apart from my name, and you. That was all I remembered. I didn't know who you were, I just knew that I had to find you and that perhaps you had some influence in my life before the coma. That was what it was. For years and years, I just laid on a bed and when I awoke, I didn't know anything. Couldn't remember anything.

He muttered back, sharing a look with Babe who broke eye contact within a second of its initiation. Again, I ignored it, walking into the kitchen. For the first time in a long time, I woke up in the morning without the heavy feeling of yesterday in my head. In fact, there wasn't really any memory of yesterday in my head, just a dull headache that grew along with my worry about my recently discovered temporary Amnesia. “Do any of you have memories of last night?” I broke the radio silence, bringing their attention to me. Babe was the first to speak up after they looked amongst themselves as they made up their minds on who was going to speak first.

The second reason was harder to talk about. Three years ago I had woken up in a hospital bed in California with no memory of anything before that moment, not my childhood, not my teenage years, nothing. The doctors called it trauma-induced amnesia. Mum had held my hand and told me it would come back slowly, she told me my name too, she told me that I just needed time and rest and to stop pushing at the blank spaces so hard. She had told me London specifically might help, even when she denied two years ago that I wanted to come to London.