How Does Recollections Of My Nonexistence Explore Identity?

For a decade, Yolande and Don were the definition of endgame. From high school sweethearts to navigating the grueling world of medicine, they built a life together. Now an adult, Yolande works tirelessly as a hospital nurse, while Don has climbed the ranks to become a surgeon alongside Yolande’s lifelong best friend, Maria. It was supposed to be their dream team. But the sterile, high-stress walls of the hospital quickly turn into a pressure cooker for betrayal. Bonded by life-or-death surgeries, late-night shifts, and exhaustion, Don and Maria begin to drift into a world where Yolande doesn't fit. What starts as innocent coffee dates and trauma-bonding evolves into a quiet, devastating erasure. Yolande is forced to watch from the sidelines as her boyfriend and her best friend slowly build a life together, leaving her invisible in her own skin. When the emotional neglect finally shatters her heart, Yolande finds herself in a dark bar, drinking to numb the agony of a love completely lost. But her grief calls out to something darker. In the shadows of the bar, she crosses paths with an entity that shouldn't exist: a creature with no human presence, born from the forbidden, impossible fusion of a vampire and a werewolf bloodline. An anomaly of nature, it is an outcast wandering the edges of reality. Bound by mutual isolation, two entities that the world forgot are about to collide—and reality will never be the same.

Gaining consciousness after her accident, Joanna realised a month had passed, and she couldn't remember anything from her past. As time passed, she felt everyone was hiding something from her, and she was almost locked inside her own house without any contact with the outside world. Then, an unexpected meeting with her sister in law and her doctor made her life take a new turn. Slowly truth started to unveil, shocking Joanna to the core and questioning her identity. What was everyone hiding from her? And Why? Will Joanna be able to find out?

I can't remember my life before 16 after I was hit by a truck. I only remember two letters Ki and I'm convinced it's what I was called before the accident. Google could not help with the narrow search because all the names I have tried don’t sound familiar. I have spent ten years trying to remember and failing. I have a lot of questions with no one to answer them for me. I fear my life must have been meaningless because no one came looking for me and worst of all the trail of my identity went cold. Every search came out as a dead end it was as if I never existed. I have a question that runs in my head over and over, but it feels pointless because even the police could never solve the mystery. Authors NoteCheck out my interview with good novel https://tinyurl.com/y58samxv

This is the story of a girl who’s fantasies and traumas begin to blend with her reality till the lines become so blurred she’s not sure which one is actually the reality

To find the missing fake heiress, my family forced me to undergo a memory extraction. They were convinced that I had bullied her for the past three years and driven her to run away. I gave a bitter smile and let them continue. As the memories surfaced one after another, the truth became clear. I was the one who had been bullied all along. My parents, overcome with guilt, clutched my hands so tightly they nearly fainted. My brother’s eyes were bloodshot, his teeth grinding until he drew blood. In their arms, I looked up in confusion and asked softly, “Who are you?”

I was the stand-in who looked most like my husband's first love. He put me through countless plastic surgeries, both major and minor ones, until I became her exact likeness. But then, she came back from the dead. All it took was her saying, "I don't like anyone looking like me," and he sent me right back to the operating table once more. I begged him, telling him that my body couldn't handle it anymore. Alas, he only looked at me with irritation. "Seeing that cheap imitation of her face just disgusts me," he sneered. "No matter how close you come, you'll never be her." In the end, I died on that operating table. Yet, he went mad, trying desperately to recall what I once looked like.