Deleted Characters Novels & Stories

On day ten of our cold war, Barry posted a pic—him and Lyla, locked in a kiss. His 'one true love.' I sent in my study abroad application without a word. At our grad party, he strolled in with Lyla, fingers laced with hers, looking at her with all his affection. A friend hesitated. "But what about Amelia? She loves you. You guys are getting married." Barry smirked. "She was just a stand-in. Now that Lyla's back, my fiancée should change too." So I slipped off the ring, handed it over, and disappeared. And he lost it. Tore through everything trying to find me. Years later, he finally did. Saw me with my husband, picking out baby supplies. His eyes went red. "Amelia, come back

"And now, I own you. I'm gonna leave you on this tree tied up and let my pack do whatever they want with you" "Nooo.. I'm Raelynn", I retorted immediately. "One name just like a dog?", He snorted. "Raelynn Miller", I replied quickly all because I wanted to be untied from the tree. "I'm gonna have fun breaking this stubbornness out of you", He spoke, his hand trailing down between my breasts. When he reached the rope tied around my torso, his fingers pulled at it, easily yanking it off me. Once the rope crumbled to the ground, I took a deep breath, feeling as if I could properly breathe now. I hugged myself, feeling uncomfortable underneath his heated gaze. "Follow me"

**The Road to the Site** Adrian drove faster than Elena had ever seen him, Rosa on speakerphone with Margaret Ashworth, the city blurring past the windows in streaks of orange streetlight. "Tell me exactly what you found," Rosa said. "A ledger entry from three days ago," Margaret's voice came through, tight with urgency. "Julian authorized a demolition contractor — unlicensed, off the books, paid in cash through one of the Society's older shell accounts. The work order specifies tonight. Structural charges, timed for after midnight, when the site's supposed to be empty."

“Dear Beauty, I did not get your name, and honestly, I was a bit shocked to awake only to be told that you left. Isn’t that normally what a douchebag man does? I will just leave this note and thank you for the best, mind-blowing night of pleasure I have had. If we ever meet again, I will show you how good it is to be mine for eternity! We can have nights like this, nonstop. I know you are thinking about it, I hope I am in your every essence until I make you mine!”

“Need to delete this. Delete all of it!” I clicked them all, all the text I sent a few minutes ago. All of it, deleted. “Should even delete that one, don’t need to keep seeing it there. Should delete this entire chat even!” And I did it. Holding it down and pressing that button. “There, deleted!” I said, holding my phone still. Not putting it down. “I deleted you. All of you! I won’t have to see any of your stupid love texts anymore.” So pointless!

The delete option appeared, but his fingers trembled, refusing to cooperate. He lifted his finger, and with a surge of determination, he tapped on the delete option. A confirmation message popped up on the screen: "Are you sure you want to permanently delete this file?" His voice was barely audible as he whispered, "Yes, I want to permanently delete it… I don't want to retrieve it, and even if possible, I want to erase it from my memory."

"If you're so skilled, why steal my documents? Are you trying to steal my codes because you know that you're not as good as I am?" Mary flew into a fit of rage upon hearing that. "Who are you trying to scare? Do you really think I'm scared of you?" Then, right before my eyes, she dragged over ten gigabytes of files into the trash folder. I calmly watched ten years of my work get erased as though it were nothing. Instead of being upset, I only felt relieved, like I'd been granted release. Just then, Kai called Mary in a panic. "Something went wrong with Mr. Warner's program. Send over the original code so that their team can look into it."

Joel pulled the design draft straight out of his bag and handed it to Vivian. A smug look flashed across her face as she glanced at me. I let out a soft laugh. So whether I agreed or not, the outcome was the same. When I returned home from the hospital, I looked around at the memories I once shared with them. And I made a decision. I would erase everything related to me. Not a single trace left behind. The wedding photos on the wall, the carefully preserved family portraits—everything I once treasured—went straight into the trash.

He used his finger to click on the words all. The screen shows ‘Are you sure to delete all?’ Theodore Mark hesitated and struggled mentally during all this time between forgetting and not forgetting, letting go and not letting go, holding on or losing everything. His finger pressed down towards the word "Cancel". He seemed to be tired, he got up, followed the red carpet path to the door, and put his phone in his pocket. Phedra Elizabeth and Duncan Hiddleston are not too forced, both of them are very happy. Phedra Elizabeth's eyes accidentally touched the footsteps of Theodore Mark.

My face was doing a dance of colors, from yellow to red to green. He tried to hide a chuckle, lips pressed together, as he stepped out. … [Undo.] I opened the cursed computer once more. Annoyed, I pressed the delete key. [Save changes?] [Cancel.] [Undo.] 20 pages in total. That was the result of two days of goofing off! I could not delete it. I just could not. I scoured every file on my computer, leaving no stone unturned. At last, I could breathe easy again.