Deleted Characters Novels & Stories

"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.

She asked a while later. "I don't have one. My setting is like that. Anything deleted was forever gone. It can't be retrieved," Ashley was now crying silently, wiping her tears with the back of her hands. She knew she was fucked up now. Niel would be absolutely angry at her any moment now. "Gosh... I already deleted my final draft," Brandon said. He had cleared the recycle bin so the file was gone forever too. "Me too..." Leo added. "Me too..." Haylee said the same.

"Let it burn Mother’s empire to the ground! If this thing wants to delete her, let it. Why are you fighting it? Why are you trying to stop the guillotine?" Pim shoved her sister’s hand away, her eyes wild. "Because if it finishes this wipe, it doesn't just stop at Mother’s rivals! Look at the root directory permissions! It’s tagged our identities as ‘Redundant Assets.’ We aren't the masters of this system, Chalida. We’re the legacy code. And legacy code gets deleted." Chalida froze. The color drained from her face, leaving her features sharp and angular in the strobe-like darkness. "Redundant. What does that mean? How long?"

" I'm busy Diane, so I suggest you speak up now or leave " " Someone's in a haste to get rid of me" " Does it bother you?" I scoffed " Kinda.. it's new" " There's always a first time for everything " " I don't like this new change" " Neither do I, but what choice do we have " " You could be nicer" " I have enough on my plate, niceness can find its way in the freezer" " You used to love me " " I think we both know we were being childish "

"It was... uncalled for." ​Vince snorted, stabbing a piece of grilled chicken with his fork. "Uncalled for? That’s a Tuesday for Luke Cromwell. You’re lucky he only told you to move two steps. Last month, he told a lead designer that their color palette was ‘offensive to the eyes of anyone with an IQ above fifty.’ The guy quit an hour later." ​"He wasn't always like this, was he?" I asked, testing the waters. "Mateo said the accident changed him."

The faint tension around his mouth that appeared whenever he was waiting for something to be over. I looked at the inside of his left wrist. Smooth skin. Already gone. He'd had it removed. The ink that had been there for years my initials, small enough that you had to be close to read them, something I had once been foolish enough to take as a kind of promise erased. Not recently, either. The skin was too settled, too healed. He'd done it weeks before this conversation. Maybe longer. He had been planning this, arranging the pieces, and somewhere in that arrangement he had sat in a chair and had the last trace of me taken off his body before he'd bothered to say a single word to my face.

The last step was deleting my account. "Once your account is deleted, all data will be permanently erased, including your custom companion 'Stefan Thorne'. This action cannot be undone." I stared at those words and felt something squeeze tight around my chest until I could barely breathe. But I tapped through it anyway. Then I held down the app icon and hit "uninstall". The little starry logo warped, shrank, and vanished from my screen. My home screen had never looked so clean, or so empty. The days that followed felt like one long hangover.