Shin From Amnesia Novels & Stories

She must be Enara. Shane thought in silence. His hands curled at his side. Its knuckles whitened. Shit. Julienne cursed inwardly. Did she just say amnesia? Julienne felt embarrassed revealing Rana's condition to Shane. He looked shocked she noticed. She observed him with fury and asked nicely. "Will you please forget I told you that Rana is an amnesiac?" "Why? It doesn't matter." He retorted. His voice was flat. He tried his best to contain his shock.

He takes off his sunglasses, his gray eyes searching mine. "I'm sorry, I don't know any Trist-" I cut myself off, remembering that I did infact hear about a guy called Tristan. The one that skipped town right after my accident. "Tristan." I point at him like I just remembered exactly who he is but I really have no fucking clue who he is. "Yeah, Tristan." He takes off his hat and rakes his dark hair, "I see you haven't gotten your memory back." He says. "No." I try not to jump into all the questions.

However, before he could move his head towards the woman Ferry was referring to, Shane already heard a loud voice calling out, "Shane." Shane bit his teeth and was forced to reply briefly, "Yes, Queen." "You have an event here, Shane?" Queen asked with a bright cheerful expression. "Hm," Shane replied briefly without turning to Queen. The woman with shoulder-length hair dyed maroon said, "Why, Shane? Don't want to see me? Still ... hurt?" Shane suddenly turned his head briefly, "Heartache? About what?" Queen let out a long breath, "Come on, Shane! Don't pretend to have amnesia!"

"Put these three people's faces up on the screen," Spencer ordered. The camera focused on Harvey and Leigh, who were both kneeling on the ground, and also on Chief Heath. Harvey, with his broken wrist, was covered in tears and snot. Leigh's makeup was completely ruined, making her look ghastly. Chief Heath, meanwhile, was slumped in his chair, trembling all over like a leaf. At the same time, participants from various branches across the city were stunned.

she didn't know how to start. "We will figure it out. Try bringing up memories" Alpha Jones was really determined about this. Sophie closed her eyes and went deep in thought. She wasn't able to remember anything that could make her angry. "I knew there were moments that I had felt so bad but I think this can only happen automatically" she said remorsefully and opened her eyes. "I understand, to even relive memories. You need trigger too" he nodded. "Try remembering when I was a pain to you. Then bring it up against me" he instructed.

I'm just looking out for her. "Sarah is a simple girl. Don't be so hostile toward her." He had denied everything back then. And now, taking advantage of my "amnesia," he had the audacity to bring her openly into the spotlight. I ignored them completely and tightened my grip on Grayson's hand. A flicker of surprise passed through his eyes before he pulled me into his arms. With Grayson present, no one dared speak out of line to me. They only gathered in small groups, whispering among themselves.

"Wait. I'm not finished." I was about to pull free when the fast clip of heels came up behind me. A figure cut between us. Brittany jabbed a finger in my face. "I knew it. Your amnesia is an act. You're trying to claw your way back to Damien. God, you are such a scheming little—" "Listen up. Damien and I are holding our mating ceremony. If you keep throwing yourself at him, I'm going to deal with you personally, you home-wrecking bi—"

After a car accident wipes my memory, my mind is stuck ten years in the past—right after I get down on one knee to propose to Angeline Stone. I tear through every app on my phone, desperate to find any proof that Angeline is actually my wife. But all I see in my contacts are numbers I don't recognize, and my WhatsApp chat list is empty. I have no choice but to call my buddy, Rick Tate, to ask him whether Angeline accepted my proposal. To my surprise, he explodes on me like a lit firecracker. "Did a donkey kick you in the head, Caleb? Did she accept your proposal? You're about to divorce her!" My first reaction after hanging up is—damn, I'm a legend. I actually managed to land an ice quee

he said, his voice breaking slightly, "why let me believe you were lost. Why let me sit beside your bed explaining your own marriage back to you like a stranger." I sat down heavily across from him, my hands pressed together, trying to find some way to explain something I barely understood myself. "Because the amnesia was the only version of me that ever let itself be gentle with you," I said. "Do you understand what I'm saying. Not the injury changing who I was. The forgetting itself, becoming a kind of permission I'd never given myself before. I could hold your hand without the weight of two years of guilt sitting behind it. I could ask if I'd been good to you without already knowing, with

I can’t read his expression, maybe because we haven’t been together for a long time, even though I see him every day. Maybe because I was just too blinded to all the things around me. “I’ll go ahead now,” that’s all he said and immediately left the hospital room. “Shin Jin, baby… are you okay? How are you feeling now? Is there any pain in your body?” What should I react him? God! Lucky Shen, he’s your fiancé! “No, I’m fine.” When my memories suddenly came back, my memory of being with Alex Kim, also came back. Even if I can’t remember those things, those some memories. It’s already enough for me to know that I am living in lies.