Despicable Me 4 Deleted Scenes Novels & Stories

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."

Dante said, his voice low but firm. I scrubbed through hours of nothing, empty frames, automated timestamp changes, I froze when I noticed something. The footage went from 02:16:43 to 02:17:09 with nothing in between. No glitch. Just absence. Like someone had reached into the timeline and plucked out a time of my life. My throat tightened. “Someone deleted this,” I whispered. Dante leaned in to look, and his shoulder brushed mine. The contact steadied me even as dread churned in my stomach.

b"Then whoever deleted it already knew what happened on that floor." Marcus was quiet for a moment before answering. "Maybe." His eyes settled on the blank space where the missing footage should have been. "Or maybe they weren't trying to hide it from themselves." He finally looked back at Eleanor. "They were making sure no one else would ever see it." My attention kept drifting back to the fourth frame. I'd already looked at it more than once, but something about the lower corner refused to leave me alone, as if my eyes had noticed something before my mind caught up.

“Those clips couldn’t have disappeared on their own. It is either they were not even there to begin with, or someone toyed with it and deleted the scenes or …someone replaced those scenes” Huh? “Is that even possible?” I asked, my expression clearly displaying how sour my mood had become. Rob sighed, “It is, but it has to be done by someone skilled enough to do it and close enough to not have been caught or suspected.” He said conclusively and I slowly relaxed on my seat again, my gaze narrowing at my reflection on the car’s side mirror, “It looks like I need to find those videos after all’ I mumbled darkly. “What? I didn’t get that” Rob called out and I immediately blinked, telling him not

The idea of ​​being mated with me horrifies her, it was so plain to see on her face. But I'm not giving up. My last set is Zane. If everything went well, he would now have received the images in which Mercedes and I are sitting in the cafeteria, laughing like dear friends. This should make the other video we sent him more believable. The scene where we found Clarita and my father has been technically manipulated. In the video, Zane watches me lick his mate's pussy as she screams in ecstasy, grabbing my hair to get my mouth closer. My member gets rock hard at the thought that I would really want to do this to her, pamper her with my mouth until she goes crazy with lust.

And the damn gay man really tortured me. "What I'm trying to say is that... there are only scenes that were deleted that he thinks will be fillers in the drama. Those that will not help speed up the flow of the story. But that doesn't mean that the entry will end up in nothing. you in the wedding team and your p-in-practices. It's not like that." "So, you mean… only fillers were removed? But the important scenes are still there, isn't it?" "Of course, you're crazy! You can't delete important scenes, Corrine! You're a jerk, it's obvious that your spirit is still sleeping, isn't it?"

The minutes ticked and Richard’s fingers flexed at his side. “Start over,” he said quietly. “From eight a.m.” They did. They scrubbed, slowed, frame by frame. For an hour the images offered nothing but normal motion — then Annabelle leaned forward, face white. “Richard—look.” She jabbed at the monitor with a trembling finger. “There. That range—there’s a break.” The chief frowned and zoomed the timeline. A neat block of minutes flicked empty where motion should have been. “That section’s been wiped,” Annabelle whispered. The color drained from her face. “Someone deleted footage.”

Stay seeing to knowing more. V1"...Eh.. Good enough. " ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The next chapter are deleted scenes from this chapter. They aren't important to the storyline but kinda a waste of deleting it since I put a lot of effort into writing it. There are like 2.4K words and would be expensive to read. So I'll leave that up to you. -----------------------------------------------------------------------

"The footage from that moment seems to be overwritten." The monitors showed only static, with a few blurry frames flashing across. Eric slammed his fist onto the console. "What do you mean by that? "It means…" The technician swallowed nervously. "Someone deleted that segment of footage on purpose." Sean pulled out his phone. "I'll ask my underworld contacts to spread the word and offer a big reward for any clues—" "No." Eric cut him off sharply. His temples throbbed as the image of that bloody doll's twisted smile flashed through his mind.