Deleted Stories Novels & Stories

“Consider the debt repaid. Pull every piece on Aria Whitmore, effective immediately.” “Ethan, those stories are trending.” “Do it, or watch your ad contracts disappear by morning.” Silence. Then: “Done.” By nightfall, the storm had already begun to quiet. Blogs replaced their damning posts with vague apologies. Some deleted entire archives. On T*****r, hashtags were buried under new distractions. Ryan burst into Aria’s office, his phone in his hand, his expression baffled. “You are not going to believe this,” he said. “The stories, they are gone. Every last one.”

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.

"Recruit? We are the 'Un-Marketables.' We are the 'Product Recalls.' We were deleted because we didn't fit the brand. Why should we help a Queen who just got here?" "Because the 29-day clock doesn't just apply to the Core-City," I said, pointing to the sky. "Aethelgard is 'Liquidation' their assets. When that clock hits zero, the 'Hard Drive' is being destroyed. Not archived. Not moved. **Wiped.** This desert, this city, and all of you... you’ll be the first to go." The Noir Man stopped laughing. The ink in his face swirled faster. "The 'Format-All'? We thought that was just a rumor. A ghost story the developers told to make us behave."

Two people with the same intentions hit it off immediately. I touched my wounds and watched the two ungrateful traitors who completely turned on each other, as they disappeared from my sight along with the wailing police sirens. … I was in the hospital for a month until I fully recovered. During the month, the police told me multiple times that Nora wanted to see me, but I refused. I no longer wanted anything to do with her in this life. At court, I only applied to get my declaration of death revoked. As for my marriage to Nora, since it's annulled, there was no point in restoring it anymore.

How the fuck did that even get on the news? “Lost a contract? What do you mean?” “It’s everywhere on the news tabloid. They say the CEO of DeVoid just came out to say they got the contract after the partners had considered you but turned you down because they discovered shocking information...” Her voice melted into the back of my mind as sobriety hit me faster than a freight train. DeVoid? The stupid company that had been trying so hard for years? Copying everything thing my company put out?

Said no one would ever notice—hidden in plain sight. Peter didn't even remember getting home. The living room looked like a graveyard—Floyd roses wilted, birthday cake in the trash. Even the ring? Yuna had tossed it. He stumbled into the closet. Her clothes? Cleared out. Books, docs—vanished. The study door creaked open. Divorce papers sat on the desk, signed. The screen still glowed with his chat history with Cindy. A flash drive sat on top. Hands shaking, he plugged it in.

The elevator ride to my office felt endless, every second, I imagined more people talking, more blogs popping up, more humiliation. I barely got enough sleep last night. They didn’t know what happened. They don’t know the full story yet they’re so fast to jump into conclusion. I opened the doors to my office and, Raya was waiting, her face lit up with excitement. "Ariana! Have you checked online?" she asked, practically bouncing on her toes. I shook my head, I hadn't dared look since yesterday. "All the posts are gone!" Raya grabbed my arm, pulling me into my office. "Every single one! And guess what? Dante Russo's lawyers sent cease-and-desist letters to every gossip site in the city!"

James said. But Adele had already ended the call. The screen went dark. The study fell silent. Emma knelt and pulled Ethan into her arms. James closed his eyes briefly. His phone vibrated again. This time, a final message. {I’m withdrawing everything. No article. No posts. I’m tired of fighting shadows from the past.} Moments later, Daniel called. “All the accounts spreading the issue have been deleted. Adele’s lawyers contacted us. They want formal mediation and a mutual statement.”

I watched coldly from the side and said, "It's useless. All company laptops have a self-destruct program installed. Once formatted, classified files are completely pulverized. They can never be recovered." Mary screamed and shoved me. Then, she said anxiously, "Stop trying to scare people! With modern technology, nothing is impossible to recover!" Seeing how stubborn she was, I couldn't be bothered to argue further. For the next half hour, the technicians scrambled frantically, trying every method they knew. However, the desktop remained empty. Kai didn't even dare to blink as he stared fixedly at the screen, praying for a miracle. Mary was already terrified beyond reason. She sobbed quietly

"You seem really relaxed if I must say?" "Well.. Because that’s bullshit.. That's all Ethan Reed is worth." “It’s not bullshit,” the legal advisor cut in, pale. “They have documentation.” Julian rolled his eyes, "Sure, whatever." The next email from Reed Holdings came minutes later. ~Due to breach of disclosure obligations and violation of patient care compliance standards, Reed Holdings is exercising immediate withdrawal rights under Clause 14.2. All funding is hereby frozen. Full financial recovery proceedings will commence within 48 hours.~