Lost Media Novels & Stories

"Jax's POV" I fell to my knees with sorrow as I saw my mate. The bitch I had been chasing is dead, but it came with a price. Scooping her into my arms, I picked her up and started running. I ran back to the pack house, rushing in as I was getting soaked with her blood. Laying her on the front steps, my parents met me outside. Setting her down gently, I started sobbing. She stopped breathing and I could feel the bond shatter. My heart was being torn into two and there was nothing anyone could say or do. Falling to my hands and knees, I shifted, my wolf went mad... Running to the woods, I let go of all control, my heir and my mate were gone... There was nothing to stay for.

When the security camera was checked Bevlok told me some files were lost, files don't just get lost or get deleted. And they were the recent recording that suddenly disappeared into thin air. Not like I need the goods again cause I already bought a new cargo that has been shipped and off - loaded yesterday to the ware - house. I just feel stupid for letting whoever it is that is playing these random games with me to be scoring quite a whole bunch. He was smart enough to take it when I least expected anything to happen to me… Hearing the squeak of somebody's footsteps, I furrowed my brow and turned to see Bevlok running towards me.

Joel pulled the design draft straight out of his bag and handed it to Vivian. A smug look flashed across her face as she glanced at me. I let out a soft laugh. So whether I agreed or not, the outcome was the same. When I returned home from the hospital, I looked around at the memories I once shared with them. And I made a decision. I would erase everything related to me. Not a single trace left behind. The wedding photos on the wall, the carefully preserved family portraits—everything I once treasured—went straight into the trash.

His voice was low, pleasant, carrying the cultivated English of London's old aristocracy. "Welcome home, Layla. Auntie is waiting in Switzerland. The plane is ready." I nodded slightly and said nothing. I let him take my arm and guide me up the steps. I didn't notice the man in the distant parking lot, phone raised, snapping frame after frame. He was a marketing liaison from Coastal Summit's London flagship hospital. He had come to see off a corporate partner and walked straight into the scene. Ten minutes later, two photos appeared in the Coastal Summit executive chat—a five-hundred-person group containing every department head, every senior executive, and the core members of the Jones Fami

I've been secretly dating Liam Burnett, my brother Julian Elling's childhood friend, for five years. On my 23rd birthday, Julian suddenly tells me, "Liam rented out an entire restaurant. He's proposing to the woman he's been seeing for five years. Bring your boyfriend along. We're going to help him pull off the perfect proposal!" Liam promised me that once I turned 23, we'd finally stop hiding our relationship and he'd propose to me. So I get dressed up and head to the restaurant, convinced this is finally the night I've been waiting for. But when I arrive, Liam is already down on one knee in front of another woman, sliding a ring onto her finger. Everyone erupts in cheers and starts urg

he orders. He disappears down the hall. I lie there naked, throbbing, chest heaving, listening to his low voice and the delivery guy’s. When he comes back his face is tight with frustration. “Security camera caught the couch,” he says quietly “Whole thing Cloud backup.” My stomach drops. He crouches, cups my cheek. “We have twelve hours before your mother’s daily footage summary email goes out. After that, if she opens it…” He doesn’t finish. He doesn’t have to. Tomorrow we stop pretending Tonight, we might lose everything

“It’s late. What are you wailing about at this hour? Didn’t you already sing your heart out at the clubhouse earlier?” “That’s not the point!” Caroline shrieked. “Don’t tell me you found a new lover already! You’re moving on at the speed of light! Oh, poor Callan, his heart is going to break again!” Ava sat up straighter. “What nonsense are you talking about now?” Caroline gasped dramatically. “Stop pretending to be innocent, Miss Hilton! The news about Mrs. Woods spotted in Sebastian King car is everywhere! T*****r, trending topics, gossip forums, you’re blowing up!”

Sorry. I've lost track of this story and am putting it on hold for now. maybe I'll come back to it at some point.

’ Remus: ‘No, why? Vastria: ‘I was looking for my friend, Meagan’s information on my phone. Any traces of her has been deleted from my phone. I cannot find any pictures or her phone number or her email. It is all gone’ Remus: ‘I will ask around about it if anyone did do such a thing. Could you recover lost data on your phone?’ Vastria: ‘I tried that and nothing. There was nothing to be recovered. Thank you anyways.’ Remus: ‘Of course. 😃’

I said. “The money hasn’t—” “There is no money. And no videos.” I held up the phone. “We wiped your servers while you gloated. Every file. Every backup. Gone.” Her face went white. She grabbed the tablet, scrolled frantically. “No. You can’t—” “Already did.” Adrian pushed off the desk. “It’s over.” She pulled up her cloud storage. Empty folders. Deleted files. Nothing left. “You’ll pay for this,” she breathed.