Dead Man's Phone Game Novels & Stories

He didn't even try to dodge the falling debris. His lips shaped three words. Once, they meant everything. From him, they just made me sick. Nolan went down with the game, buried under the rubble. All that was left—bright red blood and a fallen wedding ring, stained with it. I looked down at my ring finger. I left the ring— and walked away. I restarted the game. Rebuilt it with new funding. Five years later, it launched. It blew up. One day, while playing, I spotted a glitch.

"Congratulations, Molly Hampton and Riley Johnson, for successfully conquering the last stage, 'Survival of the Fittest'! Both of you have beaten 'Magnet Apocalypse'! "The 100 million dollar prize pool will be evenly split and sent to your accounts. Players who failed to survive till the end of the game will be eliminated by the system in real life. The game will be shutting down in ten…nine—" "Time for us to go back," Riley murmured, sounding relieved. I hummed in response, looking down at the murky waters around my feet. The scenery around me warped when the countdown reached zero, and I found myself lying on my bed in my rented apartment in the next second.

It was a concrete tomb. "Give me the phone," Jordan demanded, turning to face the tracker. Silas crossed his arms, his leather duster dripping water onto the dusty floor. "Who are you calling?" "The bitch paying your salary." Holding out his bloodstained hand, Jordan locked eyes with the mercenary. "You want your money, you give me the phone." Reaching into his pocket, Silas tossed the heavy burner phone across the room. Jordan caught it effortlessly. "I'll be right outside," Silas muttered, turning toward the heavy steel door. "Try to run, and my men will put silver in both of your kneecaps."

The vial, the clean slate, my one chance to escape before my time runs out. I reach into my pocket and pull out a new phone. The old one is gone, left at April’s place. We keep a whole box of burners in storage—each one used for different things. Threats, deals, deliveries, silence. My crew is efficient. They already transferred my contacts into this new one. The phone rings while I am still looking at the dead man’s shoes. I answer without looking away. He tied those laces this morning, just like I did mine. Now he will be nothing but ash scattered in the wind. Only his laces will remain tied forever.

Another guy said. I felt my internal alarms go off and tensed up. “The beds are on the floor and there is no underneath them!” Jasmine lied. “Come on man, don’t keep cock blocking me! Look at this tight little thing!” I heard a fit of giggles that sounded like the fakest laugh I have ever heard. A phone started to ring, “Sir?” silence, “yes sir, I-” pause, “Okay sir.” click. Mr. Adams is ready to get into his room now. I should expect more cooperation from here on out.

I sit there holding my phone in my hand just looking at it. Adam takes my phone and tries to call back but as was expected it went dead when the call back button was pressed. Although it was a private number, Adam had a technique to track the call back to the owner. It must have been a burner phone because he was unable to do anything.

I’m shocked, scared, and unable to figure out why he looked so familiar. Sam takes off after the guy, and I stand there, rooted to the spot for a moment before I shake myself and get my phone from the floor. The screen has blacked out, and I hold it up, unlocking it with facial recognition, and call 911. “911. What is the location of your emergency?” the dispatcher asks.

The phone call. Deacon: Come on, Damon, answer the phone. ring ring ring ring ring ring no answer. Deacon: f@#k Damon POV. leaning my head back as the redhead kissed her way down and unzipped my pants and started to lick my shaft up and down it's length making her way to it's head circling it with her tongue my f@#king phone started ringing and ringing and ringing f@#king distracted now. My wolf wants to know why Deacon is calling so much.