Lost Media Novels & Stories

He turned around and asked, "What is it?" Jessica hung up the phone and looked grim. She said, "The other side said that the computer that stored the wedding photos has been lost. They are looking for it." Thomas frowned and his face turned ugly. "They lost their computer?" His eyes moved slightly. "Isn't there a card in the camera?" Jessica said in a low voice, "It's said that the camera was lost with the computer." The studio was in chaos. If someone stole it while they were not paying attention, it was possible.

Mum was crying quietly, holding the note against her chest, while my stepdad paced the room in fury. A few minutes later, one of the guards came back, breathing heavily. “Sir,” he said, his voice shaky “We checked the cameras… but the feed from the part near Miss Lily’s room went missing, the footage was deleted.” “What?!” my stepdad barked. “Deleted?! How is that even possible?” “We don’t know, sir. The system reset around 3 a.m. We’re still trying to recover the files.” He slammed his hand against the wall in anger. “You people are useless!”

Then he died. She was framed for his death. Lily was broken and traumatized, and her mother was still unwell, so she was very worried about her. Thalia listened, offering a supportive ear and sharing stories of her own to lighten the somber mood. Despite their grim circumstances, a fragile friendship blossomed between the two.

I couldn’t afford to lose control. “Even if I stay silent,” she said, her voice cold and steady, “your foolishness will eventually come to light.” Damn her! She wasn’t bluffing. And for the first time… I felt the real fear of losing everything. -- Matilda’s POV -- I clenched my fists tightly, holding myself back from creating a scene in front of the media. My blood boiled, and every word from Briella’s mouth replayed in my head like a broken, mocking record.

he snapped, bursting in a fit of rage. He had failed to find Eloise. The sea was vast and endless, and trying to find someone who had jumped in was like finding a needle in a haystack. There wasn't a single trace of her, never mind her shadow. She had left nothing behind for him. The next moment, he blacked out and collapsed hard onto the floor. When he came to, the only person by his side was Sonia. Before leaving, Moira had warned her that if she couldn't replace Eloise and help him pull himself back together, she might as well leave for good.

He nodded, “After swimming that long in the water, we couldn’t do too much to save them, but I have new gadgets for you. If you’ve already backed up you won’t lose any data…” “Oh no! So I lost everything? Even my IDs?” “We saved that…” “Where’s Roberta? Is everyone okay?” I was spiraling out of control, it was like I had survived but I had lost everything and I didn’t know how to handle that kind of frustration so I burst into tears. I could see the devastation and regret on his face, “It’s not certain yet, they’re still deciding on it.” But I didn’t listen to him, I just kept bawling my eyes out hysterically thinking about how bleak the future looked.

The computer seemed to hesitate for a split second before the results popped up. There wasn't much there. In fact, there was almost nothing. I frowned, scrolling through records of my life—school files, doctor visits, IDs, and art contests. Or at least, I tried to. Entire years of my life were simply missing. It wasn't that the files were broken or lost. They had been erased. My heart started thumping against my ribs. I opened a program to compare public records with the mansion's private backups. The gaps were too perfect to be an accident.

They stopped replying. At that point, Maggie's phone rang. She hurriedly clocked out and left work. I took one last look at Zach's file and stood up to go home. In the shower, I pulled off my silk scarf and exposed the ugly, twisted scar on my neck. Morris had caused it. Ten years ago, in the spring, I couldn't reach him. Courtney had disappeared, too. I gritted my teeth and used the last bit of money I had to buy a cheap plane ticket to find him.

He reached instinctively for the gun at his waist, only to realize with a jolt of horror that, in his rush, he had left it at home. The man raised his gun again. Victor gritted his teeth, made a split-second choice, and threw himself into the freezing sea. The icy water swallowed him whole. Clutching his wounded stomach, he forced himself to swim toward a remote stretch of shore. In the end, blood loss and exhaustion won. He lost consciousness and blacked out. … Victor did not know how long he had been unconscious. The entire time, he was trapped in nightmares. Every moment he had shared with Lydia came rushing back like a flood, threatening to drag him under.

Progress. Maya stands in the records room beneath Building C and lets her flashlight move slowly across the damage. Most of the files are gone. Burned, shredded, scattered. Enough paper remains to prove someone once believed atrocities were more manageable if printed in triplicate. LUS pings softly in her head. Archival material detected. “No,” Maya says. Clarification required. “No hopeful tone. Last time you said that, I spent two hours inside a server cabinet full of spider eggs.” The eggs were inactive.