Deleted Characters Novels & Stories

Adan looked at the panda emoji on his phone and winked with peach blossom eyes. Just as I was about to say something, Charlotte sent another message: "I won't disturb you." The index finger lightly tapped on the phone, but in the end, the typed message was deleted. Only one word was replied: "Hmm." After looking at the phone screen for a while, Adan opened Charlotte's Timeline. Visible in just one month. Tsk. Charlotte's Timeline only has one visible post, which is a candid shot of her performing abroad half a month ago. The caption consists of just two words: "Working."

About the damage already done. 1069

The static hissed softly in the background, a harsh reminder of everything they didn't know yet. Daisy's hands trembled as she set the remote down, her pulse quickening. Alessia stood beside her, her gaze locked on the black screen like it might flicker back to life if she stared hard enough. But it didn't. Only that faint buzzing hum filled the room. "Someone deleted this," Daisy said finally, her voice breaking the silence. "It didn't just stop on its own, this was cut. Look at the timestamp; it jumped straight from 10:04pm to 10:09pm."

CHAPTER 65 Liana Pov The first thing I did was delete my professional email. Not archive. Not forward. Delete. I hovered over the confirmation prompt longer than I expected, my finger suspended like it was waiting for permission. Are you sure you want to permanently remove this account? “Yes,” I whispered. I clicked Confirm. And just like that, the last official thread tying me to Delgado & Reyes vanished. No more internal memos. No more legal alerts. No more reminders of a world that had chewed me up and decided I was expendable.

𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘛 𝘣𝘦 𝘚𝘛𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥. I hit backspace, deleting the letters one by one until the text box is remaining "Th". I can't let him see that I break for this. I can't give him that satisfaction. Then, like a splash of cold water, I remember my rule. *Delete nothing.* The memory of my rules flashes through my mind. If he sees the deleted draft, the punishment will be worse than the admission. My breath hitches. With a shaking hand, I continue typing the words back into the box, exactly as they were and Send. Relief washes through me.

Kieran had tried one last time to contact me after Meredith's death. The voicemail had been barely coherent: "Phoebe... she's gone... it's all falling apart... please, I just need... I need to explain..." I'd deleted it without listening to the rest. Garrett had been the one to tell me about the final collapse. "Kieran's pack is officially dissolved," he'd said over dinner last week. "Marcus approached me about a merger to save the remaining members." "And you agreed?" "The pack members deserve stability. It's not their fault their Alpha self-destructed."

Wrong if that is even a thing. The end.

"Are you sure you want to delete all 2,396 entries? Once deleted, they cannot be recovered." Without hesitation, I clicked "Yes."

It was neatly arranged in the bowl that sat on my computer desk. It was boring, but I scanned through old images to find the specific one, for his sake. "Found you." I beamed victorious as soon as I spotted the image. I scooped a spoonful of mixed fruit into my mouth, using a silver spoon. "Shit." I cussed, palming my face in my hand. I had accidentally hit the delete button rather than share it. "Ugh." I groaned, realizing I had to check my cloud for back up. Every image I had ever had was backed up to the cloud.