Lost Media Novels & Stories

A year since that day I ran away from home and decided to die on an island. I had the perfect idea of the perfect death. It was not unsuccessful. In fact, the lost soul, Brieanna died and is still submerged down the ocean floor. I never retrieved my backpack, it's my grave.

Before he could say anything more, he watched Katherine collapse on the floor with a loud thud. A/N: Hey Readers!! First of all, sorry for not updating the chapter yesterday. I wanted to give you regular updates this week too but sadly, both my books, 'His lost love' and 'Doomed to love you' were stolen and illegally published on a pirate app Solnovel. I had a hectic day, informing my Editor, talking to my fellow authors and sending emails to those cheap apps.

she asked Elina, who was looking at the window of her room. Elina looked at her, “No, you do not have any belongings. That’s why I didn’t even know your name.” She nodded at what she said. Elina saw that she was staring at the tv. “Do you want to open it?” She nodded at her question. There might be news. Elina opened it and gave her the remote. She switched channels until she found the news channel. Her name was there. ‘Selene Brown was found dead in the forest.'

It was as if even the heavens knew something had gone wrong, and they were enraged. On the hot and bright afternoon, there was still a room devoid of light. In it stood the cold female figure; Daisy’s arch-enemy. On her face laid different expressions. She was mad, enraged, bitter, and disgusted. She had lost the video she got from Josh the night before. She never expected Josh to put a virus in the video to activate in hours. The video would have crashed and destroyed her phone if not that she had top expert engineers at hand. Immediately Finn Media took down the video, she immediately contacted the media she had used to spread the video to repost, but they also lost the video and even lost

she asks. take a deep breath before telling her that we ended things. She immediately wraps me in a comforting hug, sensing the sadness that still lingers within me. She gently reveals that she heard from Cassian’s personal assistant—he’s back in France and had all his unfinished paintings shipped there. The news hits me like a fresh wave of grief. After we finish shopping, Hailee looks at me with concern. “Do you want to go out for drinks later? I don’t want you to be alone tonight.”

He had saved up the money after eating solely mac and cheese for an entire week and gotten me the pendant. I cherished it nonetheless. I hadn't taken it off for five years, and the protective wax that coated the pendant had already worn off. Alexander's biggest fear came true when he saw the pendant. He fell to his knees and covered his face, devastated as he broke down in tears. There was no hiding the anguish and sorrow in his sobs. The police officer clapped him on the shoulder and waited until he had calmed down before showing him a security footage. "We tracked your fiancée's whereabouts and found that she left the apartment in the evening on the 23rd of June. She hadn't returned since.

He even offered to sign a legal agreement, promising not to take a single cent from my family if I was willing to come back to him. "Laura, I want you—not your wealth. When you disappeared, I was frantic, searching for you everywhere. I only now understand that losing you was an unbearable pain for me." But my heart had long since turned cold. I would never forgive him. How could I not have known all of this already? The day my family took me from the hospital, they told me everything that happened afterward. When the hospital reported me missing, Jack had gone mad, searching through every ward and checking every surveillance camera in the area.

Nearly fifteen minutes later, she returned with an elderly records manager. "I'm sorry," the old man said with an awkward expression. "The files from that year are no longer here." Livia's brows knitted together. "What do you mean they aren't here? They should be." He sighed heavily. "There was a flood in our archive basement several years ago. A number of old paper records were damaged beyond recovery. The remaining files were supposed to be digitized, but some of them... disappeared before the process was completed." "Disappeared? How does an entire year's worth of medical records simply disappear?" I repeated sharply.

It was a PR stunt meant to whitewash the peace. When a yellowed photo appeared on the screen, my breath suddenly stopped—it was my mother, taken during a free clinic in the slums a month before she died. The host spoke in a sentimental tone: "The establishment of the Moretti Foundation stems from the dying wish of the late Mrs. Moretti. She dedicated her life to eliminating the trauma caused by violence..." Just then, I heard mean whispers coming from the booth behind me. "Dante, look. The Mafia are such good actors."

" Terrified, Julian scrambled to his feet and fled without looking back. Nancy stood alone in the house that had not changed at all. Regret wrapped around her so tightly she could barely breathe. She had believed Julian brought excitement back into her life. She had convinced herself she no longer needed me. However, now, realizing that even the last bond between us had never truly existed, silent tears slipped down her cheeks. This was the first time since bringing Julian and Rory into the house that she had cried because she missed me. She urged her assistant again and again to find me. When she heard once more that there was still no trace of me, she finally broke. She smashed everything