Dead Man's Phone Game Novels & Stories

Steven suggested. “Alright, let's hurry,” Derren replied, and they both got out of the car. They hurried back to where they played the Strongman game and saw the game operator packing up his belongings. “Hey, old man!” Derren yelled as they rushed toward him. The game operator turned around quickly and saw the two men. “Hey, I was waiting for the two of you to come back. I wanted to give you this,” the game operator said, pulling out a small phone from his pocket.

I took my phone and tried to make a call, but someone grabbed and broke it. @DeathWish All Right Reserved 2021 Sena Mangampo

But peace was a lie. His phone buzzed just as he reached the foot of the stairs. No message, no signature,private line, just a one line text: “Game on - and you're already in check.” Connel froze, the screen glowing in his hands. And far away from that mansion, someone was already moving a piece on the chessboard.

This is my city, and I will die before I let anyone take it from me. The quiet hum of the city outside seemed almost mocking, a fragile peace teetering on the edge of chaos. But Vito was ready. The game was heating up, and he wasn't about to lose. In the dimly lit room, Marco's phone buzzed faintly, signaling an incoming call. He answered swiftly, pressing it to his ear.

Turned to look at him. Amadeus' face was set in a hard line. Wrinkles formed across his brow. Lips shrunk down to half their normal size. He looked more like a gremlin than a cover model. "We found a phone. The only phone in this entire place. Makes you wonder how everything ran so smoothly for so long. Lysander cracked it. Unlimited time. Knock yourself right out." He said. Rummaged through his pockets and produced a phone. It was one of the newest models. Had a protective casing over it. But the screensaver sent my blood boiling. A girl, no older than fourteen, strapped to a bed and bleeding. Amadeus looked at it from over my shoulder. Cursed and grabbed it away again.

Unknown: Here’s what we owe you shortie. I went back to the previous message and there ai coughed, forty six thousand? They just played that away? Are they crazy? I tapped back to the other text, my fingers flying across the keys. Me: Damien? Are you sure you counted it right? Maybe that was the total amount of the game? It shows the trouble tick and my phone starts ringing. I tapped accept, I don’t even get a hello before a deep male voice travel through the speaker. “It’s all there, I made sure of it”

Selina shook her head. “DOMINIC!” Selina shouted into her cell phone. But her hand was hit so hard that the phone fell. Selina looked at the enemies with teary eyes. She shook her head. But she was not at all forgiven. The man approached the cell phone. He saw first whose name was written on the cellphone screen and immediately snorted when he found out who it was. Without hesitation, he stepped on the phone screen until it cracked. Not just once, but several times until finally, the cellphone was completely dead.

My fingers raced across a slim, encrypted terminal, linking the Vesper protocols into Zero’s remote proxy network. Across the room, Malakai stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass, entirely bare from the waist up. The cold daylight caught the brutal tapestry of scars tracing his shoulders and back —souvenirs from corporate takeovers that had been fought with lead rather than contracts. He was holding a secure phone to his ear, his deep voice dropping into that quiet, chilling cadence he used when he was ordering the liquidation of an enemy’s assets.

I was sent back into the room with the goal of getting names and locations from Brad or I could flip him into an informant. It took me four long days, but finally Brad flipped. He would not wear a wire but agreed to gather information. He was injected with a tracking device should he change his mind and run. He was told if he continued to cooperate he might see me around. I even gave him a hug and told him to be careful before I left and headed home. I really did like Brad and did not want things to go badly. He could get hurt or end up dead. I quickly packed and headed home. It was time to move on to the next phase of the game I was playing with Drake.

I don't even know how to give a lap dance. I stood up and carried my purse i kept on the couch, i was sweating already. As i increased my pace to go out of the room, Sammy stopped me. "Hey! Where do you think you're going huh? The game is not over yet." He said "Since you don't want to play along with what you picked, you have to pay 50USD before we can let you go. You know the rules " Tala added 50 what? How on earth will i get that amount from?