Shin From Amnesia Novels & Stories

I don't know, I don't care Now I'm sleeping in my room, here I am, back again He's in my" The illusions disappear as he holds his head in frustration and glares at the fountain as if he wished that he never spend time near it. Shin sang in frustration as he starts pacing around on the stone ledge. More worried about his feelings than falling off the balcony. He stops signing and sits back down with a long sight as he holds his head, wondering what to do. " I was happy just listening No intention to be mentioning We started talkin' 'bout the future 'Bout the notion I was motioning I'm just so terrified to face him Like any moment I might wake up 'Cause he's the only thing I think of I don't k

"Forever." The memory released her like a hand letting go of her throat, and Amelia gasped, back in the present, back in the clearing with the battle raging around her. But she wasn't the same. Something inside her had cracked, splintered, shattered into pieces she'd never be able to put back together.

"Yes, I can. But you must understand that it will be a difficult process. You will forget everything about Dante, including your love for him. Are you sure that this is what you want? And in some unique instances, you might forget that we also talked and forget the memories that I revealed to you. Do you still want to proceed?” I hesitated for a moment, my heart torn between knowing my real family and my desire to escape the pain that the Rossi’s had caused me. But in the end, the pain won out. "Yes," I said firmly. "I want to forget him. Please, Moon Goddess." The Moon Goddess placed her hands on my temples, and I felt a rush of energy flow through me. It was like a wave of light, washing o

" He thought I still didn't know his amnesia was an act. He assumed that after seven days, he could use his 'illness' as an excuse, apologize to me, and everything would return to normal. But this hands-off boss had no idea that the company's most critical project had only seven days left before its deadline. The amount involved was enormous. If it wasn't delivered on time—or if something went wrong—he would have to pay a massive penalty. In the past, for the sake of the company's stability and his future, I would have chosen to endure it all in silence. But I was already exhausted. I wanted neither the company nor him anymore. Anthony subconsciously reached out to grab my hand, then remembe

though I only know half the reason but this bitch ass keeps chasing me all days and all seasons and then there is Shin a guy I've never seen they mistake me for him so much it's kind of obscene I know he's my ancestor and I came from his seed but why am I paying for all the things that he did and there is Dave who's kind of useless in life he's my amnesiac dad who abandoned his wife who doesn't want to recall until the time that is due so all I have from him are genes an some clues and then the armoured man who the first time we met beat me to a pulp and allowed meet death we'll surely meet again on that you can bet and just thinking of it makes me choke on my breath so back to the present I

It seemed his suspicions were not unfounded. Dr. Sandman went on, "It was a poison called Amni Poison. While it's not lethal, it disrupts the memory nerves of the victim, causing them to forget the people and events they care about the most. Moreover, if the victim forcefully tries to recall those forgotten memories, it leads to intense heartache. It's like a barrier in their memory; breaking through it only causes unbearable pain."

As the floodgates opened, Aqua's mind was flooded with images and sensations she had long forgotten. She saw her parents, their faces twisted in fear, as dark figures closed in around them. She heard their screams echoing through the night like a haunting melody. And then she saw herself, standing at the center of it all, her hands bathed in a flickering light as she fought desperately to defend them. The memories came rushing back with an intensity that left Aqua reeling, her breath catching in her throat. She staggered backward, overwhelmed by the weight of the truth. "No, it can't be," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

"I'm sorry, but I think you've got the wrong person. I'm really not your dad. I just graduated." She shook her head. "You're my dad. You look exactly like him." I asked, "Are you sure you haven't mixed me up with someone else? If we look so alike, do you have a photo of him?" She nodded, then seemed to remember something and shook her head. She cried even harder. "I don't have any photos of him. Not a single one." After Amelia regained consciousness, I asked her the same question. She looked confused, scrolled through her phone, and found not a single photo of me. Still, she insisted, "But you're Matthew."

"Do you really remember nothing? I haven't slept for five days to finish this dress. If I keep going, my hands will be ruined, and I'll go blind. Does that mean nothing to you?" I looked at the man who I loved and hated. This was his last chance. If he admitted that he was only pretending to have amnesia, I would tell him everything. A flicker of hesitation crossed his face. His eyes softened. "Shannon, I—" But before he could finish speaking, Vivian collapsed against him. "Owen, I don't feel well." He immediately forgot about me and scooped her up in his arms. "Vivian, I'll take you to the hospital."

There was no one there. The voice repeated – “Chief Tador…. Agent Shirley… What happened to you? Detective Ackermann….” Tador could swear that he recognized the voice, but he couldn’t remember whom the voice belonged to. “Agent Shirley…?” He whispered and squinted his eyes. He could swear he knew that name too, yet he just couldn’t recall who the name belonged to. “Agent Shirley….? Shirley….?” He kept whispering to himself. Trying everything he could to remember something. “Shirley- Shirley…. Ange... Angelus. Shirley Angelus-Mortiz!.... Ackermann!” He had finally had it right. He had finally remembered a name; at least he felt so. It didn’t take too long for the image to appear in his head.