Lost Media Novels & Stories

"I wish I could see you Branden Smith, walking through the door one last time but I know it's impossible, I'll hear your voice no more. I know you can feel my tears and you don't want me to cry yet my heart is broken because I fail to phantom why someone so precious had to die. We said forever and now you're gone. How am i supposed to live without you, how can I stay in this wicked world knowing fully well that you are no longer here to comfort and guide me. No one can fill the void in my heart, your passing has broken my soul but I hope you're in a better place. For the sacrifices you made for me, I'll forever be grateful, I'm sorry for all I've caused you. I love you, Rest on my love, your

She didn't like being kept in the dark. But when she looked at her phone, the news article had vanished. Was it gone? Or was it deleted? Marigold suddenly understood why she hadn't seen anything related to the Bradshaws lately on the news. They were all deleted, which was why she hadn't seen anything and was lied to for so long.

, the light clearing and making me see clearly, I saw my mom standing there, I was shocked, I ran to her and hug, mommy, mom, I said looking at her face to face, I missed you so much, I know baby, I know, she said, where’s dad I asked, here I am dad said, I was shocked, I ran and hug him tight, daddy I missed you, tears streaming down my face, I missed you and mom, it’s so lonely I said tears falling out my eyes like heavy rain, mom, dad, I want to stay with you guys I said as I wipe my tears, they looked at each other, I knew from their expression that it’s not the answer I want, come sweetie dad said, I walked up to him and he led me to a tree, lol followed, we all sat down, he held me by

She would ignite a war no one could control. But when she looked across the river at Alexander, she saw a future. A fragile, terrifying hope she couldn’t let go. --- As she walked toward the bank, time slowed down. The icy, relentless water splashed against her boots, testing her strength. Lucien’s hand darted forward, seizing her arm. She sensed the anguish underneath it though his grip was harsh. "Please fight this," he murmured, the anger laced with a deeper emotion. “I lost your mother to their lies. Must I lose you too?”

I stared blankly at the chat history on the tablet. A tingling numbness crept over my scalp, and I couldn't help but tremble all over as I read the lines over and over again. I still couldn't believe it was real. Yelena: "Fabe, I can't wait any longer. I want to be with you out in the open. I don't want to keep sneaking around like this." Fabian: "Darling, just give me a little more time. As long as she takes the medicine for a few months, she'll start to lose her memories from the past seven years. I'll coax her into divorcing me then."

She's going to be our Luna soon! Someone nearby scoffed in disbelief. "Come on, really? It's been years since they broke up. You think he's actually going to take her as his mate?" "You don't believe me? I've got proof!" The self-proclaimed gossip expert practically vibrated with glee. She whipped out her phone and tapped open a photo. "See? This is it! Evidence that Alpha Aaron and Lily are definitely back together!" A chorus of gasps rippled through the room. "Oh, Moon Goddess…"

Melissa's heavyset landlord stood there, eyeing him up and down. "Where's Melissa?" Nigel asked. "She moved out a couple of days ago," the landlord said casually. "She packed up her suitcase. Looked like she was heading to catch a long-distance bus." Nigel just stood there. She moved out? No goodbye, no warning, just gone? He pulled out his phone with shaking fingers and opened the relationship tracker app he and Melissa used. It used to be full of photos from trips, sweet messages, and little digital badges he had sent her over the years.

The morning light over the city looked deceptively peaceful. Glass towers reflected the soft gold of sunrise, as though nothing in the world could possibly be wrong. But inside Hayes Global Enterprises, chaos had already begun spreading through the company. “Withdraw everything. Now.” A client’s voice snapped through the speakerphone before the line abruptly went dead. Beep. Silence. Sophia Hayes stood motionless in her office, staring at the blinking red light on the phone. Another contract was lost. Her assistant lingered hesitantly by the door. “Ma’am… that was the third major client this morning.”

I set the file down. There was a specific quality to certain kinds of guilt — not the kind that arrived with noise and drama, but the quiet kind that settled in and became part of how you moved through the world without you ever deciding to let it. I had been carrying this one for three years without fully knowing what I was carrying. I knew now. I picked up my phone and called my attorney. "The Geneva deal," I said when he answered. "Thorne's losses specifically. What's the number?" A pause. Papers shuffling. "You want the full figure?"

A faint smirk touched Lyra’s lips. UNKNOWN USER: Because people are loud. And stupid. Why are you here? The reply came quickly this time. S: I need to recover deleted footage. Ballroom. Lexington Hotel. Saturday night. Lyra’s eyes narrowed slightly. That kind of request was simple for her. But the reason behind it wasn’t. UNKNOWN USER: You were there? A pause. S: Something happened. Something bad. And someone made it disappear. Lyra leaned back slightly, then turned back to her system. Her fingers moved with precision, breaking through layers, tracing digital footprints. Within seconds, she located the origin of the deletion.