Novel & Cerita My Little Amnesia: Fluttershy

I’d been so distracted by Julia and forgot. I walked out twenty minutes later, carrying everything. “Hey, Silas!” I look back to see the cashier running towards me. She’s a girl from school. One of Alicia’s friends. I’ve forgotten her name, but it’s not specific to her. I’ve forgotten everybody’s names. Julia calls it selective amnesia. “You forgot your card.” She smiles. I nod and take it from her. She tucks her hair behind her ears, and I recognize the flirting tactic.

"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.

“I guess it was Sunday night. I got my wolf.” Misty gasped. “Congratulations! I know how badly you wanted that.” “Thanks,” Thea said. Misty looked at her strangely. “You don’t seem excited. What’s wrong?” Lizzy sat down next to Misty. “She has amnesia. Doesn’t remember anyone or anything,” Lizzy said. “What?” Misty said. She looked at Lizzy, the triplets, Thea, then back at Lizzy. “It’s a whole thing,” Lizzy said.

the elderly man asked again. “Y-Yes, sir,” she lied. “I-I don’t remember anything at all.” “You mean you don’t even remember your own name?” the little girl chimed in with a question. She slowly nodded. “Yes. I don’t know... who I am.” “So that means you have anesthesia?” the young boy suddenly asked, making her turn to look at him. “Stupid!” the little girl snapped, lightly smacking the boy on the head. “Anesthesia? You mean amnesia!”

Kate snarled as she sashayed her way toward Wyoming’s bed. Kate looked at her friend wide-eyed, her eyes glued on her friend’s bulging stomach. “What?” Kate demanded when she stopped at the foot of Wyoming’s bed proudly showing off her as big as a watermelon belly. “Kate, she does not remember you. She has amnesia.” Alicia dropped her hands to cover the balls of Kate’s shoulders to whisper the reminder. It saved Wyoming from plucking an excuse out of thin air. It was half the truth, anyway.

Every single thought and emotion that Amani had ever experienced rushed into Malakai’s mind and soul. He witnessed her entire life unfold, starting from her earliest recollected memory of blowing out candles on her first birthday, her face beaming as her parents applauded. He saw her joyfully riding on her father's wolf through the woods at the age of five, laughing and cheering. He witnessed her snuggled up to her mother in bed, listening intently as she read bedtime stories. Each memory presented itself vividly, as if they were his own. But one memory stood out among the rest.

my head spins, my memories are fractured, skipping through my fingers like ice water, i know the boy was him. I just can't remember everything, only the pain, and the promise. The anesthesia drags me under again. Fenir whispers one word in the dark of my mind. Mate. And I black out.

Something about the chaos and the power surging within her reminded her of a forgotten memory, a long-lost connection. With a sudden burst of energy, Luna leaped towards the nearest hunter, her claws slashing through the air. The hunter stumbled back, fear etched across his face. Luna's feral instincts urged her to strike, but a flicker of recognition flashed in the hunter's eyes, catching her off guard. "L-Luna?" he stammered, his voice trembling with both fear and confusion. Luna froze, her mind reeling with disbelief. How did this hunter know her name? Before she could process the revelation, a loud crash echoed through the chamber as another hunter lunged towards Amelia.

I stuck my head out of my room, peering over the dark interior. Despite Samael's ancient taste in decor, the hall was well spaced and open. Probably for Kedar's sake, or any other monster he probably has. I looked over the high ceiling that was held up by smooth stone bricks. The floor looked to be of some other material that I couldn't distinguish. Its color was a very deep purple that looked black. A metal railing was near the center, where a hole was carved so you could see below. Further down the hall to my right were two big doors, the stone frame making the dark wood pop. I looked over the torches and the hanging bowls full of fire that set a soft glow over the whole place. It was... s

“But there’s one thing you both need to understand.” Nana held Cecilia’s hand. The girl sat weakly on the bed, looking at them with an empty gaze. “Your daughter has total amnesia. She doesn’t remember who she is, has no memory of her past, and she doesn’t even recognize her own name.” Nana immediately turned to Cecilia. “Sweetheart… you don’t remember anything at all?” Cecilia slowly shook her head. “I’m sorry, Mama… I really don’t remember anything.”