Sam Wii Deleted You Novels & Stories

We were never from the same world anyway. He deleted the message a second later. He was probably scared Sienna would see his promises to me. I stared at the "Message Deleted" notification and scoffed, typing a single word back: "Fine." But before it could even send, a bright red exclamation mark flashed on my screen. To keep his precious "bride" happy, he had already locked me out of his core channel and wiped my access codes. Perfect. I logged into the family's internal terminal and posted my resignation notice. I sent one order to every informant under my command: The wedding is off. I am stepping down permanently.

He quickly held the voice note again. Delete. The familiar options appeared. Delete for me, Delete for everyone. His vision blurred from exhaustion. His thumb moved instinctively. Tap. The message vanished. Sean froze. A second later his eyes widened. "No..." He snatched the phone closer. The chat refreshed, the voice note wasn't there. His stomach dropped, his breathing stopped. "...No." He stared at the screen then realization struck. His thumb had pressed the wrong option. He had deleted it only for himself which meant Shannon still had it. She could listen to it, replay it, keep it forever.

There wasn't a single cloud in sight. It looked exactly like the day I first arrived in this world. "Mission failed. Initiating wipe-out protocol." The System's mechanical voice echoed in my mind. "In one hour, all traces of your identity will be wiped clean. Matteo Linari will be completely erased from this world."

The door swung inward, and a tall man in a black wetsuit stepped into the room, a short shotgun raised to his shoulder. "Step away from the machine," he said. I didn't move my hands from the computer tower. If I let go of the chip, the connection would be broken. Dominic didn't look at the gun. He reached up with his good hand and hit the ENTER key on the keyboard. The screen changed to a solid black line of text: GLOBAL WIPE INITIATED. ALL FUNDS DISPERSED TO FIVE HUNDRED CHARITY INDICES. DESTROYING SECURE KEY.

“You hold me like you’re afraid to lose me, but your heart’s still looking over your shoulder.” The silence that followed was unbearable. The sound of traffic outside felt distant and unreal. “What do you want me to say?” Jesse finally broke the silence. Sam went down from the bed, walked toward the window, then stopped. “He texted you on Pride’s Day. That’s not an accident.” Jesse followed him a few steps. “Maybe not. But it doesn’t mean I’m going back.” Sam turned, eyes wet but fierce. “Then delete him.” “What?” “Delete him. His number, his messages. Prove you’re done.”

Dad broke down, and I hugged him close. “It’s okay, Dad. I’m here now. I’ll ensure you get justice. This has to stop.” Amadeus walked inside with two laptops, and Uncle Enriquez gasped. “Why did you bring mine, you fool?” “You have the backup. I want them deleted, Dad. They’re of no use to us. Uncle Homer has always helped us. He loves us. Please let’s end this. I want a normal life.” He set the devices in front of me, and I checked. It took me almost twenty minutes to scan both devices and delete all traces of the videos from every backup folder. My uncle sat with his head in his hands and tears in his eyes.

“I need to get out of here. I’m miserable. I lost my Zelda and I hate life.” “You can’t count on other things and people to make yourself less miserable. Your happiness is in your own hands.” Penn said. “You losing her is your own fault! You have the power to change that. Stop being so damn scared of everything!” I was surprised when Samus smiled and then disappeared into mist. “What the actual fuck just happened?” I asked. “I don’t know but I’m glad he’s gone.” Penn ran over and untied me. “What was that explosion?” I questioned.

He said it was for protection. For safety. I had never questioned it. Now my stomach turned. I rushed to Sam’s office. The security monitor was mounted on the wall. Blank. Offline. I stared at the black screen. It shouldn’t be offline. Sam monitored everything obsessively. Unless… Unless he didn’t want something recorded. Or he deleted it. My hands began to shake. I opened the system panel. The footage from two nights ago was gone. Not corrupted. Deleted. Intentionally erased. My breathing became shallow.

Yash explained as Shayra raised her eyebrow at him. “I deleted it from the file and then from the trashcan,” She said in a hard voice; knowing RAW’s stuff for Yash can result in fatal events. “But not from the AI system connected to all our devices to track activities and virus attacks,” Yash said as he grinned; he knew she had completely forgotten about that one. “Okay, you win there,” She punched his chest playfully before rubbing her nose on his chest as he laughed; he was ticklish there. “Jaan,” He called her as she looked up.

He had also been here, knocking and knocking on the door but she wouldn't open the door for him. She read their conversation over again on Kikachat and scrolled through the gossip/gist feed, thinking she’ll just bump into some of her nude pictures since Charles had said he would release it soon. While she was at it, the application suddenly began to glitch and malfunction and then, it finally crashed. Kikachat was no more. *** “I did it! I did it finally!!” Alex announced, screaming. “You did it?” “Yeah, not only did I wipe the pictures, I took down the application”