Memory Lost Novels & Stories

Just as I was about to turn and leave, Elisa suddenly shouted, "Leno, you're finally awake!" He lay in Elisa's arms, confused as he looked at the people around him. He struggled to sit up and asked, "Who are you?" When he turned his head and saw me, his gaze lit up instantly. "Flora Hall!" Leno was then taken back to the hospital for further examination. "The excessive dosage of wolfsbane has damaged Alpha Leno's brain and nerves, causing temporary amnesia. His memory has regressed to 15 years ago," a healer said.

"Happy to see me? I'm your coworker now!" "It's so good to have you here." I smiled and pulled her in for a hug, feeling glad to have a friend by my side at work. "By the way, how much do you remember about the past?" she curiously asked after we let go. I frowned and tried to recall, but a lot of memories were missing. Seeing my troubled expression, she gently explained, "You took a memory loss pill and forgot many things. If you can't remember, don't force it."

“But what about people?” Her mother placed a comforting hand on the man’s shoulder. “Right, Nathan has been her stepfather for twelve years. How could she forget him?” “Memory loss is unpredictable. She may remember phone numbers better than people. She may remember places or work clients more than her own family. It’s impossible to say until she sustains consciousness and the neurologist can evaluate her condition.” Her mother glanced her way and gasped. “She’s awake. Camille, how are you feeling?”

Whoever told you that, that can't be true, I still think you and Stella are related if not sisters. Well here's the thing Paolo, I still have all the memories of my life except those related to Stella's leaving, most of the memories related to her are non-existent, I barely remembered her. Well, Bella, it's good to hire a professional, but you should know that if you decide to let go of those memories, it will only be for a good reason. Our will is very strong. I don't think those memories are easy to return. Are you even sure how real they are? Those memories are probably false memories, isn't it possible that your fragile mind longs to fill a void in it that can make up or receive anything

“I’m so sorry for your loss. I understand what you feel completely.” “Thank you.” “Does it ever get any better?” He asked. “People say that time heals all wounds. Is it true?” “The wounds never really heal. And in the small chance that they do, there will always be a scar. Losing someone is like losing a part of yourself that you can never take back.” What the fuck am I saying? I was supposed to make him feel better, not make him feel worse. But I can’t lie to him. Even after ten years, I miss my parents dearly. Her death did not make things easier for me as well. It’s like the pain just keeps on adding up until I explode. “Sometimes you think that you’ve moved on, only to realize that you h

I groaned out of frustration “I don’t have retentive memories .it died “ he said opening the doors to the cafeteria. “ what do you mean by he died, peoples bring don’t die like that except you’re an old person are you in your 50s? I had to ask because I remember my mom telling me that Her father ,my grandfather had amnesia when he was in his late 50s or early 50s and make them not remember things because their brain dies from all the stress and overthinking from the mafia works. So Marcus telling me that was very odd ,does that mean I was having a crush on an elderly man.

I stared at Killian who nodded and began to explain. “Selective amnesia is a form of memory loss in which a person loses specific memories while keeping back others, and this is often related to particular events or time periods. This condition can be triggered by trauma, stress, or psychological factors, and typically, the memories lost are those associated with emotionally distressing or significant experiences.

I only hoped he had a wireless connection since I could see no evidence of a cable line connected to the computer. I touched the keypad, and the monitor lit up. At least i wasn’t a useless vegetable and had retained knowledge of the basics. As frustrating as my memory loss was, i was relieved to know it was confined to my personal history and not to the world around me. I shook my head, plagued by the sheer absurdity of it all. For the first half hour, i did countless searches on memory loss, but wading through the mass of conflicting opinions only gave me a vile headache. So i turned my attention to looking up information on Jordan

The memory of the singular perspective that first brought something into the world. The Observer pattern flickered rapidly. “Origin-memory erosion mechanism identified.” The Interferer followed. “Origin-memory erosion mechanism identified.” The forgotten presence remained gentle. Never accusing. Never bitter. Only honest. “When something valuable becomes common…” A pause. “People often remember its usefulness.” Another pause. “They sometimes forget its journey.” Silence. The architecture deepened. Emma felt tears slipping down her face. Because the statement seemed to apply far beyond this single story. Far beyond this single system.

Celestine, my half sister who was with me during the day when I recovered my memory. The same day when we got ambushed and Blake was shot and later on declared dead in the hospital. The same moment when we found out that I was pregnant. She was also the one who firstly thought of the miscarriage thing, however, helped me to keep my pregnancy as a secret from everyone as what I have asked her to.