Cracked Phone Screen Prank Novels & Stories

Our entire class gets dragged into The Tyrant's Atonement game. The only way to escape alive is to reach a 100% atonement score. The system lets us choose our roles. The class belle, Isolde Adler, picks the tyrant's first love. Her atonement score shoots straight to 99% on the first day. The class president, Asher Brooks, chooses to be a loyal chancellor. His atonement score jumps to 80%. Spectators watching the game flood the screen with comments. "This new batch is smart and way better at picking roles than the last. They might just clear the game in three days." "Even if just one person hits 100%, the whole class goes free. I'm looking forward to seeing who finishes first." "My money's on the first love. She's already at 99%." Just as everyone starts celebrating, the next morning hits us with bad news. All 20 classmates who picked their roles are dead, and Isolde suffers the cruelest fate of all.

Life was going smoothly for Zara after she left everything behind, just to elope with her high school lover. They left the country together with the money she was able to save, and got married. But it took a big twist when she found her husband cheating on her on their matrimonial bed. Due to chronic stress and emotional distress, she went into labour, and ended up losing her child all because of her husband’s cruelness. When she was discharged from the hospital, she got welcomed back with a divorce paper from her husband. Unable to face the pains and humiliation, she went back home, but it was too late. Her family had already disowned her. She had no choice than to make a phone call which she never thought she would make after what she did years ago. After the phone call, helicopters filled the sky around her. “Will you run away just like you did two years ago?” A smirk appeared on the billionaire’s face. “No. Let’s get married, today.” She proposed, her eyes filled with determination.

Beta Max and I were at the Civil Affairs Bureau, ready to register our marriage. We were just waiting to take the final photo when he got a phone call and left. He abandoned me right there at the marriage registration office, leaving me stuck in an impossible situation. I called him—no answer. I messaged him—no reply. In the end, I had no choice but to call his childhood sweetheart’s number. Beta Max answered. “Louis, can you stop being so annoying? Grace twisted her ankle—I need to take care of her today. Stop calling and waking her up. We’ll reschedule the registration.” I bit my lip and murmured into the phone, “This makes it the seventh time we’ve rescheduled.” “So what? The Civil Affairs Bureau isn’t going anywhere—it’s not like it’s going to disappear!” My face was blank, but it felt like my heart was being carved open. A staff member looked at me with pity and asked, “Alpha Louis, are we still doing this?” I gave a small nod. “Yes. Let’s go through with it.”

“I, Beta Maddox Wood, rejected Autumn to be my mate.” What was worse than the rejection was knowing that the one who promised to cherish you and protect you for the rest of your life was now letting go of that promise. They were called “The Trios” of their pack. Inseparable. Devoted. Fifteen years ago, Autumn, Maddox, and Hugh promised each other that they would always have each other for the rest of their lives. Fifteen years later, the two men had become successful. Hugh had become the alpha while Maddox had become the beta while she? She became the bullied omega of the pack while each of her pack members had treated her like a murderer after all her family members lost in a fire. What was more surprising was that Autumn found Maddox was her mate, and to her surprise, the one who promised to take care of her back when they were still a child rejected her. It seemed like fate was playing a prank on her when she found out that her second chance mate was none other than Alpha Hugh, her other best friend. Would Hugh reject her like how Maddox did? Or would Alpha Hugh be brave enough to accept her as his?

When my son asked me about his father while crying once again, I pointed at the television. Samuel Shaw, who had just made it into the top three of the wealth rankings, was being interviewed. He said he had achieved fame and success, and the person he hated most was his childhood sweetheart and ex-wife. “She abandoned me when I was gravely ill, all for the sake of money. But it was that very betrayal that pushed me to rise from the ashes in my darkest hour.” The reporters grew excited and suggested contacting me on the spot. "She must be filled with regret, begging Mr. Shaw to take her back!" My phone rang right then. I answered and immediately asked for money. "Samuel, my son is sick. Could you lend me sixty thousand dollars?" He abruptly hung up the phone and said with a cold laugh, "Knowing she's living so miserably gives me peace of mind." Looking at the kidney failure report in my hand, I silently wept. Six years ago, I secretly donated one of my kidneys to Samuel. Now, his son was suffering from the same disease and didn't have much time left.

David Lee was supposed to be dead. Nineteen years old, terminal cancer, nothing left but hospital beds and webtoons about gang fights, brotherhood, and underdog heroes. But when he opens his eyes again, he’s not David anymore. He’s Seo Joonwoo — fifteen, awkward, quiet, and newly enrolled in the most infamous school in the city: Taeyang Technical High, where fists rule the halls and teachers look the other way. It should’ve been a nightmare. Instead… it’s everything David used to dream of. And when his first fight begins, a strange blue screen appears before his eyes: [Romanticism System Activated.] “The stronger your conviction… the stronger your punch.” Now, armed with a second chance, Joonwoo isn’t just here to survive. He’s here to live the kind of story he once only read about — a story of loyalty, friendship, fights under flickering lights… and maybe even love. This isn’t just delinquency. This is romanticism.

On the day we were to choose our magical guardians, my sister laid claim to the griffin's egg, leaving the serpent's egg to me. She boasted that, as the trueborn daughter of the queen and the eldest princess, she was destined to become the chosen heir. However, her griffin egg never hatched, what stumbled out was nothing more than a pitiful turkey. My serpent egg, however, nurtured by the waters of the enchanted spring, awakened into a true white wyvern. When I was named heir to the throne, my sister raised a cup in celebration, only to poison me with the wine and end my life. I opened my eyes again at the moment of choosing. This time, my sister snatched away my serpent egg, shattered the griffin's before my eyes, and imprisoned me on a distant isle: determined that I would witness her glory as the chosen of the white wyvern and heir to the crown. Yet when the white wyvern cracked its shell, destiny shifted. I bound myself instead to the Titan Ape, a beast mighty enough to bring the wyvern to its knees.

My online boyfriend is very rich. Every time I get treated badly by my unscrupulous boss, he transfers money to me. But after another late overtime shift, I finally snapped. I was on the phone, yelling, “I’ll never forgive Zack Barlow. That scumbag!” However, my online boyfriend suddenly becomes quiet. He then asks, "Is your boss also named Zack Barlow?" His words made me pause.

Samantha Hurst, a showgirl from Las Vegas, did not expect that at twenty-five her life would be transformed when she met Theon Adamos at a bachelor party. Theon, from a large and noisy Greek family, could not have imagined that one phone call could completely alter the course of his life. A single fun and spontaneous weekend can have definite consequences. What happens in Vegas, does it really stay in Vegas? Sometimes life really is a bitch!

Our seventh wedding anniversary. I sat at the dining table—alone. My phone buzzed, lighting up with two messages. First, from Tom: [Working late at the office tonight.] Second, anonymous: [Tom is incredible. Can you even keep up?] Attached was a picture of him, lips locked with a woman I didn't recognize. I blew out the candles on the anniversary cake. Eyes shut, I typed back: [Let's divorce.]