Lost Media Novels & Stories

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!”

he said, glancing up from the phone. “Really?” He turned the screen toward me. The footage showed them walking away, hands intertwined. Anger rose in my chest, but beneath it settled a cool sense of control. This was still our game. We were the ones who knew the truth. They were the ones locked outside. “Mrs. Valarie,” he said, “we’ll wait a minute, then move.” “Don’t call me Mrs. anything,” I replied. “Just Valarie.” I stripped the bed and pushed the sheets into the washing machine. I didn’t want to leave even the smallest trace of evidence behind. Just as I finished, Tristan appeared in the doorway.

Collins and Avery's eyes lit up instantly. Avery ran straight to me and threw herself into my arms. Her eyes brimmed with hurt. "Where have you been these past two months? I thought you didn't want me anymore." "I'm sorry, I was hospitalized and wasn't allowed to use my phone. Now I'm fully recovered and healthy. Oh, and Avery, don't forget our promise. I haven't studied for two months, so I probably won't get many points on my test. I haven't studied in two months. At this rate, I'll be lucky to score two or three hundred points."

She leaned back against the desk her hand casually slipping into her dress pocket. Valeries eyes darted past Killian catching a sudden glitching light on the computer monitor atop her desk. The screen was completely black save for a flashing command prompt Data Wipe Complete. 0% Recovery Available. Valeries heart stopped. My computer... She pushed past Killian ignoring his warning growl and lunged toward the keyboard. She pounded on the keys but the screen remained dead. The primary server was empty. No Valerie breathed her hands flying over the desk searching the empty ports. No no no. My proprietary formulas... the cellular regeneration research... everything for the packs healing strains.

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 need you to find out which hospital Xander took Matty to. Get proof they were both there. I want solid evidence that she didn’t attend the event.” “Got it,” she replied, excited in her voice. “But are you okay going to the Tri Hotel alone?” “Don’t worry about me. Matty’s assistant will be there,” I said, though I wasn’t exactly thrilled about it. She sighed but didn’t argue. “I’m going to take back everything I lost,” I told her, my voice fierce with conviction. “And when I rise again, I’ll ensure they feel every ounce of the fall.” “Wait—are you going back to modeling?” she asked, stunned.

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.

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.