Dead Man's Phone Game Novels & Stories

Gone. Completely gone. A girl collapsed to her knees, crying. “No… no, I don’t want to die again…” A man kicked the ground angrily. “This is insane! Let me out!” Nothing changed. The space remained the same. Endless. Empty. The screen flickered again. PLAYERS WILL NOW BE INITIATED The hum returned. Stronger. Lena’s heart started racing again. “Something’s wrong…” she whispered. The ground trembled. Light spread beneath their feet again.

Chapter 2: Binding the Level-Up System The phone in my hand would not stop shaking as Marcus's name kept blinking on the screen, bright and green cutting through the dark bedroom. Marcus. The man who just left me to die. The man who watched me get torn apart while he drove away in my car. A cold sweat broke out across my forehead as I threw the phone onto the blanket like it was a hot coal. It bounced, still buzzing, still demanding my attention.

Suddenly, a loud voice has been heard, “Welcome everyone to the most-awaited, ‘Game of Fangs and Death’. Remember, this game is for five nights and only one among our twenty-two players will survive. The winner as a prize will be given a free pass and will be led to a secret passage, away from here, and at the end of that secret passage is the ocean where one of the submarines of the Alpha Pharoah is being docked and waiting for him.” Fiel was stunned as he heard the announcement. “Game of Fangs and Death… Alpha Pharoah? What kind of place or the world I have been thrown from that oubliette?” he thought hastily. His life has been a total mess since the day that he was accused of raping and k

The second option would be to die. She received a file on her phone from an investigator who worked for no one else. It was more experience, but this way, she can be sure the information that would go to her would be of no use to anyone else. The offer comes with a threat, of course, but he seemed used to it and shrugged it off.

I was cut off when he circled around to his desk, pulling open one of the ornate draws and pulling out a black rectangular box. He slid it across the table, “It’s a work phone. The only number on there is my own. I expect you to answer it on the first ring, and if not at least by the third. You are not to give this number to anyone else or use it for anything other than tasks pertaining to our agreement.” I opened the box to see a shiny new phone, already set up, and it was way more expensive than my current phone which was barely surviving. “This is too much. Way too expensive for me.”

"I have some ideas for the future of the company, and I want to present them as soon as possible." He hung up the phone and leaned back in his chair. He knew that he had a lot of work to do, but he was ready for it. He was Casper Sullivan, the owner of Cass Pharmaceuticals, and nothing could stop him.

Her touch was like a remedy, icy, and yet it ignited a deeper longing within me. A nocked arrow must find release. At this moment, I realized something was wrong as I had never been so out of control as I was today. There had to be something in the air. I tried hard to push her away, but like an octopus, she immediately clung to me again, lighting fire everywhere on my body. Suddenly, I saw a red dot in the mirror. What? I threw the curtains open and found three mobile phones facing the room. The live stream chat was scrolling, with 20,000 people online. The protagonists of the live broadcast were none other than me and Heather.

Truly, her reflection in the television screen had given her a clue of what she looked like but the mirror gave a better explanation. “Oh my..” she breathed and almost immediately, Alessia's phone beeped. Bryan had given it to her the previous night and had told her the password. It was still so surprising that she was now looking exactly like the lady on the phone's wallpaper. It was message's notification and with furrowed brows, she unlocked the phone, clicking on the message. ‘Mum' was inscribed boldly as the sender's ID and she read the message immediately, identifying who it was.

Then, there was a dead silence. [Oh my goodness, the three veteran death-game players were all wiped out in just a few minutes.] [System: Not my fault! This Granny boss is too bugged!] [Was there a program error? Granny just crashed the whole level!] [This is total destruction from the ultimate Granny boss!] [Granny reigns! Granny rules!] The thick, oppressive aura that had filled the rooftop began to recede as the three players disappeared. The bone-crushing, apocalypse-level aura radiating from me slowly settled down too.

The game is over for him. "Who the hell are you?" Kim glanced at the picture on the screen and immediately got to know it. She calmly picked up her mobile phone and handed it to the teenager, "Are you playing ascension to the top?" Seeing that a woman can communicate normally, Martin's face turned a little better because of his anger. He grabbed his belongings and said with a black face, "Yes, it's all your fault. I didn't have to die at all just now." "Has this game been tested in Italy yet?"