Love In New Memories Novels & Stories

Seeing how she was saying those words so earnestly, Liam shook her head in despair, "Why? V, how is it that you could love me so much when you lost your memories but as soon as you get your memories back…you don't even hesitate to say such hurtful things." "You said it yourself that it was when I lost my memories." Ivy smiled bitterly. "And I only have you by my side and of course, I'd see you as my man, and I'd love you and rely on you." "But I've gotten back my memories now. How can I keep fooling myself?" Liam was rendered speechless. But he had already seen this coming, did he not? He had been enjoying her love and her care whilst worrying that she would hate her for taking advantage of

I had saved his life by destroying his mind, and as he looked at me with the vacant, curious gaze of a newborn god, I realized that the man who loved me was buried under a mountain of deleted data—leaving me to face the ultimate question: is love a matter of memory, or is the soul’s attraction written in a code that even a total system wipe cannot erase? I reached out, my hand trembling so violently I could barely aim it. I touched his cheek. His skin was warm, a stark contrast to the icy, parasitic chill of Elara’s possession. His pulse was a steady, rhythmic thrum against my palm—thump-thump, thump-thump—a sound I had fought through fire and frost to preserve. "Jinyan?" I whispered, my voi

She felt death was preferable, so she surrendered to the beckoning darkness, vowing silently, never to love a man again in her next life, especially one like Tom. But yea, she had loved again. She had been in the hospital, unable to remember much about her person and she had fallen in love with her new friend, Mike. For a moment, Liza was grateful she fell in love with Mike in that period of no memory. Else, she did not know if she would have been brave enough to fall in love again with her memory intact or following the revelation from Tom. A part of her wanted to believe she was destined to love Mike, but she knew it would have been difficult if she had not lost her memory.

I don't want to be like this anymore, I don't want to chase him anymore, I'll let him remember alone, did he really can remember me? Did he really want to remember me? Well, it's not my problem anymore I've had enough with him. Even, if it's breaking my heart I sigh I tried my very best for him to remember me but I failed. How can I help him to remember me when he always spend time with Loreane and now he suddenly act like that. It's hurting me whenever Loreane is around him and I felt jealous because she can make him smile, she can see the smile that I can no longer see, she can hold his hands and she can spend time with him. While me, I'm here waiting for him to remember me and him don't c

"Love is a force that transcends memories. It's more profound than the recollection of shared moments. It's in the way your hearts beat in unison, the way your souls recognize each other even in the absence of memories. Love is not confined to the past; it's a living, breathing entity that can be nurtured anew." Mariah wiped her tears, her resolve strengthening. "I won't let go of the love we had. Even if Adam doesn't remember, I'll make him feel it. I'll show him the life we dreamed of, the family he always wanted. I'll be there for him, every step of the way." A profound sadness washed over Mariah as she imagined what Adam was going through, his mind a blank canvas of forgotten moments, th

Feeling better, I go to find Revna. She was fast asleep clutching her teddy tightly. I kissed her head. “Mama loves you, I whispered and left her room. The events of the night stay heavy in my mind as I shower. I felt much better as I finished showering. While drying my hair, my phone pinged with a message. I grabbed it and read through the message sent by another unregistered number. ‘Tick tock, tick tock, you’ll never get your memory back until you see the truth’

"Ava, I love you. And whether or not your memories return, that love will endure. We can start anew, build new memories together." His words struck a chord deep within me, a flicker of hope amidst the darkness of my amnesia. I realized that love wasn't solely about the past—it was about the present and the future we could create together. I may not remember the moments we shared, but I could feel the warmth in his touch, the sincerity in his voice, and the unwavering support he offered.

Moments of joy, snippets of places she had once visited, and flashes of emotions that felt inexplicably familiar The walls of amnesia began to crumble, giving glimpses of her past life. One day, as Rose sat in the hospital courtyard, contemplating the fragments of her memories, a figure appeared on the horizon. It was Alfonso, his eyes brimming with hope and tenderness. She looked at him, feeling an inexplicable connection, as if a missing piece of herself had been found. Alfonso approached Rose cautiously, his voice trembling with both anticipation and trepidation. Through tears, he expressed his undying love, sharing stories of their shared adventures and the moments that defined their rel

“We were engaged. Are engaged. See? Our rings. I never took mine off. I kept yours close to your heart.” He let out a shaky breath. “I promised to love you in sickness and in health. Even if that sickness is… forgetting me. I would wait forever and would make you love me again, no matter how long it takes.” Ian slowly pulled his hand back, a frown digging into his forehead. The touch, the words…they felt like a heavy blanket he didn’t ask for. “It’s… it feels weird,” he admitted, his voice small. “To wake up and be told a man is my… my lover. My body doesn’t remember that.”

Costanza said quietly, watching the waves, "when you couldn't remember him at all? Daniel, I mean. That first year, after the accident." Elena's smile softened, old tenderness surfacing from somewhere deep and well-worn. "I remember relearning him. Every single day, for months, before it all came back to me on its own. It taught me something, though — that love isn't really about memory. It's about choosing someone again and again, memory or not, proof or not, certainty or not."