Novel & Cerita Dead Man's Phone Game

“But don't worry! Dying is the first step.” Dead? My blood ran cold. He smirked. “Just don’t do it again.” “This is nonsense. I refuse to listen. Let me out of this fucking insane bus,” I yelled, hitting the metal ground with my right foot. The man was too cold. Too cold to the point you could not look into his eyes for too long. As if he was a grim reaper. “It’s too late. The game has already been activated, and you have been registered as a player.” His voice was too quiet. Too hazardous.

“This is The Wolf.” Will the Officer eyed the picture carefully, committing it to memory. He pushed a few buttons and things zinged and zipped and flew through the etherverse until The Wolf and the various features that made up his face were contained neatly in nice little criminal files. “He didn’t see you take it?” “No. I was careful. Do you recognize him?” “I don’t. But that doesn’t mean anything.” He slipped the phone into his desk. Marie fidgeted. “Thank your wife for letting me use her phone, would you? That was good of her.”

Everyone’s phone went off at once. "What?" Liam’s fiancée, Chloe, frowned, moving closer to his side. I looked down at my phone. A blood-red scale appeared on the screen. [Welcome to The Last Zombie: Final Reckoning.] [Detected: 15 members of the Sterling family.] [Objective: Eliminate all zombies. The last player standing inherits the entire family fortune.] [Current Asset Valuation: $12.7 Billion.] The living room went dead silent. "What kind of sick joke is this?" Liam tried to close the app, but the screen wouldn't budge. "Who made this?"

Shadows stretched across the walls, soft and unmoving. Then Damian’s phone rang. The sound cut through the quiet like a blade. He froze mid-motion, controller still in his hands, eyes flicking instinctively toward where his phone lay face-up on the coffee table.

She scoffs. “Always a trick hidden up your sleeve.” My pulse is roaring in my ears. My nails dig crescents into my palm. “And Dawn…” A soft, cruel laugh. “This time, you’re out of moves.” The call ends. No click. Just death. My hand drops to my lap, phone slipping against my thigh. My breath stutters out in pieces, shattered, uneven. Someone is inside my perfectly crafted game. Someone who can burn everything I’ve built. And suddenly…

The cold white walls offered no comfort. Then his phone rang. Unknown number: He answered, heart pounding. “Damon Thorne” A voice answered. Calm. Measured. Familiar. “Hello, Damon. It’s been a long time”. His breath caught. “No. That’s not possible”. You buried me. Or tried to. But you never buried the truth. Damon gripped the phone tighter. “You’re dead” The voice chuckled. “That’s what I needed you to believe. But now, you’re going to need to remember”.

I sighed and was about to stand up when I accidentally touched his phone lying beside me, causing the screen to light up. I stayed seated and casually picked up his phone, hoping I might find something about Adam. The phone had a pattern lock, but knowing him well, I guessed the possible pattern—letter Z. On my first try, I unlocked it. I opened his messenger and checked his group chat with his friends, but I noticed the latest messages were from three days ago. [THE UNTOUCHABLES] Adam: “I’m dead.” David: “Ow. Condolence, dude.”

Fuck, that shit arouses me. I moved closer to her, almost taking her lips in when my phone unexpectedly rang. I stood up and Crystal made a groan as if telling me not to stop. I smirked and walked toward my phone. It was Shadow. "It better be important if you don't want to lose your head." I threatened immediately I picked the call, my voice low and menacing. "The human trafficking guys in the dungeon are all dead." came the hurried reply. "What? How come?" "We found them all dead this morning."

"Kill me right here on your expensive carpet. See how fast your empire finishes burning. Or, you can take the bargain, save what little dignity you have left, and control how you go down. Because one way or another, Sterling... your time is up." Then all of a sudden, he gave off a smile, the frantic desperation on his face twisting into something deeply sinister. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, making a quick call. "Get in here. Now." Within seconds, the heavy wooden door burst open and four large, imposing men descended into the room. "Since your phone needs to continue pinging its location, that's fine," Sterling chuckled, his voice dripping with malice as he looked do

A few days after Scarlett's panicked escape, I got a call from an unfamiliar number. The moment I picked up, an anxious voice came through the line. "Hello, is this Ms. Felicity Quinn? This is the city police department. Scarlett Thorne has passed away in an accident. You're listed as her emergency contact, so we need you to confirm her identity." Elio and I exchanged a glance and rushed to the scene. The police had brought the two children with them.