Amnesiatrope Stories

Every Kim Taehyung concert sells out in minutes. Stadiums overflow. Fans scream his name. But no one has ever been allowed to buy the first seat in the front row. It remains empty. Reserved. Waiting. A promise made in youth ties a world-famous idol to one girl who keeps slipping beyond his reach. Through distance, fate, illness, forgotten love, and a devotion that refuses to die, Taehyung keeps saving her place... even when she no longer remembers it was ever hers. How long can love survive when one heart remembers for two? Disclaimer❌ This is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes only. I do not own Kim Taehyung or any real-life personalities mentioned in this story, only the original plot, original female lead (Taerie), and fictional events are mine. This story does not represent the real personalities, lives, or relationships of any artists portrayed. It is purely an imaginative work of fanfiction. Please do not copy, repost, or adapt this story without permission. Themes may include angst, illness, emotional trauma, and mature emotional content. Reader discretion is advised.

Tang Jiaxin was just a pampered bunny-literally. Adopted by the calm but quietly commanding CEO Xu Jinyu, she spent her days munching on carrots, rolling in flower beds, and unknowingly inspiring the world's first anti-aging serum for animals. Her quiet presence became the emotional core of YSHT (养生华堂), the luxury skincare offshoot of the centuries-old perfume house Xuhuang (许凰). But one morning, she wakes up as a human girl-in Jinyu's home lab, no less-and everything changes. What Jiaxin doesn't remember is that this wasn't fate. It was a choice. In a past life, she died protecting him-and this time, Jinyu bent science itself to bring her back. Now reincarnated, chaotic, and still a little carrot-obsessed, Jiaxin becomes his assistant-and unofficial princess-living under the same roof as the genius who never stopped mourning her. With coquette flair and a sparkling sense of justice, she accidentally launches YSHT into a viral renaissance: red-envelope campaigns, donation drives, and fashion-forward skincare that send their stock soaring. But success brings enemies. Western beauty houses, long dominant in the global market, strike back with smear campaigns and sanctions. At the front is Yanchun (延春), their oldest rival, obsessed with the dream of immortality. And at their helm is Wu Zhaoyuan: sharp-eyed, calculating, the kind of man who treats business like war. To the world, he's Xuhuang's coldest enemy. But when he crosses paths with Rui Ming, Jiaxin's incisive best friend, contradictions surface-and for the first time, he isn't sure he wants to look away. Two industries. One reincarnated girl created by love. And a war that might expose not just enemies-but unlikely allies. note: I used an ai image generator OH ALSO THIS IS GONNA HAVE A SPRINKLE/SEGMENT FOR REPUBLICAN ERA CHINA AND XIANXIA STUFF. bunny gf x deer/qilin bf.

She pretended to forget... But what hurt most was that she remembered everything. My ex-girlfriend left. My best friend betrayed me. I chose to "fake amnesia" - a lie I thought would protect my heart. But no one told me that the quiet girl who stayed beside me... would become the one who warms my soul more than anyone ever did. Who deserves to be forgotten? And who deserves to be loved?

A Kane Chronicles Fanfiction Set between The Red Pyramid and The Throne of Fire Rated 10+ for violence and profanity I push through an opening to see Sadie reaching through to me. I sigh in relief. This is almost over. A shapeshifter latching into my back jolts me out of my reverie. It's not over yet, far from it. Through my haze of exhaustion, I somehow manage to shake it off. Claws tear into my back, trying to drag me back into the crowd. I feel my blood pooling around me. "Sadie..." I groan and reach out, in human form. Out fingertips touch for a second before my chest sends a pulse of pain through me. What feels like fire rips through me from head to toe. I make an animalistic noise and arch my back. Then I fall, overcome by the crowd. I close my eyes, succumbing to my exhaustion. The last thing I see is Sadie still reaching out to me before I'm swallowed by the press of bodies around me. "Kara!"

It's been ten days. Ten days of you in a coma and the first thing Ghost hears from doctors when you finally wake up is that your head injury is worse than they thought. You don't remember anything. You don't remember him. The nurses are used to him coming and going, his tired eyes, his cold stare making the doctors agree to let him stay even after visiting hours are over. --- "I actually gifted you that cup."

She was never meant to belong here. Thrown into a world of shifting shadows and towering walls, Naliya wakes with a fractured memory and a fierce resolve burning beneath her calm. The Maze holds secrets-and so does she. The Glade is a cage for lost boys, but Naliya is something different: an outsider with a past that refuses to stay buried, and a presence that unsettles even the strongest. No one knows what she's capable of, least of all herself. In a place where trust is scarce and every step could be your last, Naliya must choose: fight to escape or become part of the darkness waiting just beyond the walls.