The Redo Novels & Stories

Inside is a deep abyss of sadness: "Yuki has gone. From now on, she didn’t know the hot or cold world but those who stay have never been relieved of their sadness." Hana didn’t move the flat even though she was always haunted that Yuki was behind her. Hana collapsed, drowning her sorrows in drunkenness. In the first few days, the landlords were sympathetic and accepted, but then they frankly refused. They forced Hana to find a new place to move to. The reason is to renovate the room. Actually, they don't want the old people staying behind to spread bad news.

I gulp down an entire glass of juice without stopping to take a breath. It’s my third glass by the way and when I’m done, I find myself gasping for air. For real, how can I not recognize my one-night-stand partner???? “Chris has been living abroad for several years. He recently came back to take over our uncle’s company, Transcorp…”

Another guard suddenly yelled making the other guard stop immediately “Udona said we should feed her with this, she said she hasn't eaten in five days and that's why she's like this” “The bitch is an animal she doesn't need food” The guard sneered and pulled back. The other guard came forward and poured the food on the floor, with a force she sprang up immediately and began feeding from the bare floor, she was eating so fast that the food vanished in seconds and slowly, she stood up and walked back into her cage, she curled herself in a bun, hugging her knees, she stared at the guards with her innocent hazel eyes, the guards turned and left in silent

Santos, maintaining a professional demeanor, replied, “It appears the footage is corrupted, sir. We’re unable to retrieve the video.” A wave of relief washed over Amanda, though she was careful to keep her expression neutral. She let out a small, controlled sigh, hoping it would be interpreted as disappointment rather than the immense relief she felt. Thank God, she thought, her heartbeat beginning to slow. Seraphina looked crushed. “No, this can’t be happening. How could the footage be corrupted right now?” Damien turned to Santos, frustration evident in his voice. “Is there anything you can do to recover it?”

Rico My phone starts to ring as Sandra steps back into the room. With amused and slightly apologetic smiles at one another, we trade places and I step outside the door to answer the call. “Hello, Mr. Red, I just wanted to check in and let you know that the sexual harassment claim that we were discussing has been completely covered. The ex-employee will no longer be a problem.”

Luca listened carefully, and promised to do what he could to help. The next day, John and Marcus returned with good news. "It's done boss", they said confidently. I felt a sense of relief wash over me, as though I had regained control over the situation. Without wasting any time, I picked up the phone and called Ted. "Hello Ted," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Good morning sir," he responded politely. "I have a job for you Ted," I continued, "Gather your men; we have something fishy to find in Sin City."

But at last there is a suspicion happened with rosy. Usually alish laptop had red color cover, but now it is in black covered. I can see there is a small chip attached to it. *****

This time, Yohan was the one talking. They can hear the two but they can't hear the person they ware talking with. "I guess you're talking about the Redo." When Jevro said that, everyone in the conference room straightened their backs. Redo is a sign of over using the power of the Malemyns. And they all knows that once someone couldn't stop his Redo, he will become a Creftus. Wait, so Creftus means, Huluwa?! But what the fuck is the Huluwa?!

“This will do the trick.” It’s deep cherry red.

The next day, a name resurfaced from the hidden layers of Velgrave’s internal system. An ancient student registry, never meant to be recovered, blinked into existence for exactly thirty-four seconds—just long enough for Nadine to screenshot it before it wiped itself clean. And there it was. Carl Maddox — Entry: Redacted Not deleted. Redacted. There’s a difference. Deleted meant the file was gone. Redacted meant someone had erased it from view. “You never told me,” Ophelia said, sitting across from him in the greenhouse they often snuck into after hours. “Your record is ghosted.”