Lost Media Novels & Stories

Cathy smiled back and went on to eating her breakfast. ****** "These are all speculations!" Jon told Stephanie after a few hours of discussion. He got up, brushed his hair with his left hand and placed both his hands on both sides of his waist. Stephanie got up as well, and facing Jon, reiterated the possibility that Vivian might have something to do with his lawyer's death. Vivian disappeared with no one knowing where exactly she went. Her father, Sergius Desmonde went on his own trip to the Maldives, which made it impossible for Jon to contact him about his daughter. "All that we get are either voicemails or assistants taking the call for him," he told Stephanie. "But then, Steph, nothing

He was crying and going on and on about something but I couldn’t understand what he was saying because he was a mess. I got him in the shower, and made him a grilled cheese and gave him a literal gallon of water. He had stopped crying by then but he had a distant look in his eyes. He looked empty. So I knew I needed to help him as soon as I could get him to talk about what was going on, by this point I’m worried something terrible happened. And by his standards I guess something terrible did happen. He told me that he saw Rebecca and his best friend James having sex at the party they were all at. He said he lost it and started destroying things, and yelling. Rebecca started screaming at him,

is missing. "What happened?" I asked, getting more anxious. "I'm not sure; let me try something," he said, and I let him do what he needed to do, and it took him ten minutes before he decided to talk to me again. "I don't know what happened, but it seems someone deleted the video from six p.m. to nine p.m.," he explained. "Can you retrieve it?" I asked. "I'm sorry, but the video is completely deleted, even on our backup," he said.

The next morning, the video of Reed carrying Mia out of the deli broke the Internet into awe. Women are going gaga over Reed. But as fast as it was released, someone removed it. No matter how many times the video was uploaded, it was deleted. Someone hacked into the host systems and even deleted the video from the host who uploaded the video. This process went on for a while until they removed all the traces of the video.

Rosemarie’s pov: Days turn to weeks, weeks turn to months and my sister is gone just like yesterday. Everyday as I woke up, it still hit me hard that I was never going to see her again. It felt like a missing piece of me was gone but I had to move on. It wasn’t easy because everyday seems to be a struggle but I had to be strong for the twins. Since after the accident, Jasmine has been keeping to herself and it felt like she had fallen into depression.

After coming to a decision, we went upstairs, first checking on Renee who was asleep then we moved to my room, turning on the computer in a bid to check the documents only to find out that it disappeared mysteriously! “Could I have mistakenly deleted it?” I muttered to myself. “Then we should be able to retrieve it!” Levi said. However, when he checked the recycle bin, we couldn't find anything there and now that I thought about it, something wasn't adding up. I was sure that I didn't delete it! “Is it just me or something feels weird?” Louis shook his head. “The bright side of this is that you still have the flash, right? I am sure that you have found it”

“In two hours, we have to meet Zombie in the park and tell him what happened. You need to be there, as the new Alpha of The Stars.” The mention of my apperantly new title sends a fresh wave of anguish crashing over me, and I can’t hold back the tears that threaten to spill. “Thorn?” I sob, the weight of my grief nearly suffocating me. “How is it possible to lose everything in such a short time?”

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.

No reply. She staggered toward the ruins, her boots crunching over charred roots and shards of stone. The altar — or what remained of it — smoked faintly. A single crack ran through its center, pulsing with dim light before fading altogether. The moon above had dulled to a pale, uncertain gray. She stopped at the edge of the shattered platform. “Kaelen,” she called again, softer now. “Please.” Still nothing. Her hand went to her chest. The bond that had tied their energies together — that subtle rhythm she’d always felt humming beneath her ribs — was gone. Not severed, not broken. Just… muted. Like a heartbeat from very far away.

But my finger hovered over his name in my contacts. I’d never deleted it. Never deleted the photos either. They were in a hidden folder on my phone. Hundreds of them. We laughed. Him cooking. Me in his shirt. His hand on my thigh. Both of us happy. Before it all fell apart. I opened the folder now. Scrolled through three years of what used to be. And I let myself cry. Really cry. The ugly kind of crying you only do when you’re alone and the person you loved most in the world broke your heart and you still—still, after all this time—love them anyway.