Novel & Cerita Dead Man's Phone Game

Data tells the truth whether you like it or not. I ran a hand through my hair as I started pacing the room, my mind already moving ahead, already building possibilities, already trying to connect dots that refused to connect these past few days. Two men. No identity. No memory. No fear. And now… Dead. Which means this phone… This is probably the last thing they didn’t get to destroy. The last mistake. The only loose end. Kingsley walked back in less than two minutes later, holding a phone in his hand like it was the most important thing in the world right now.

I leaned back against the headboard and reached for it. Surely, I had charged the damn thing? I pressed the power button. The screen lit up fully, and immediately- BZZZT. BZZZT. BZZZT BZZZT BZZZT. The phone practically convulsed in my hand with all the notifications forcing their way in at once. It was messages from the boys. A couple of missed calls from my dad and aunt and a few DMs. But one DM caught my eye, making my heart drop to my stomach.

On the other side was red script writing. Angels and Demons, it read at the top with a number underneath. And just under that, it said, for all your phone sex needs. Julian rolls his eyes. Trust Kaden to leave that here. He was about to place it back down and continue his route to the bedroom when he thought to himself, why the fuck not? He was an adult. There was nothing stopping him from calling them and giving it a go. If he didn't like it, he could just hang up and pretend it never happened.

"You're smart. Too bad you're too late! I've already merged with this dungeon. Once I absorb a few more players' neural data, I'll—" I pulled the phone from my pocket. The screen lit up. [Termination Program Running.] X-7492 froze. "Your phone was destroyed..." I gave a small laugh. "This is Dr. Quinn's phone." When I created Dr. Quinn as a complete character, I even gave her a phone. Back at the delivery room entrance, when she walked past me, she slipped it beside me. Fast enough that even the livestream missed it. Reimporting the game data wasn't hard for me.

she said defeatedly while Jules quited down. "Falling game is a couple game. You need to actt like a real couple. Where a man chooses his partner among the participants, only days are given in the game. There are activities and attendance. There is a punishment for those who are not active or caynt follow the rules. The price is high but that game is very dangerous. They give letters to the people they choose to participate in ", she explains almost whispering to me. "I think they started giving the letters yesterday in the lockers", Jules inserts.

he gave my shoulder a light squeeze and left. Could it be that the mysterious person helping me is my allegedly dead sister? I wondered. On my way out of the room I got a call from an unknown number which caused my brows to ridge up. I accepted the call and before I could speak the familiar robotic voice beat me to it. "Good evening Maja, I see you have gotten to the semi final stage of this, Well done. Whatever you get from the bank isn't the only thing you would be coming with, bring Martina along" my brow shut up in confusion and I felt the defense in me build up.

My mate gave me a heated look and smirk before he drew a trail of teardrops from his right eye, using the dagger’s tip. There was a passcode on the phone, so I tried using one of the most common ones, and it worked. 1234 was not secure or creative at all. I immediately felt dirty even looking at his phone. The background was some naked female that was way out of his league. She was 10 while he was -4 if I was being generous. His piss poor attitude dropped him into the negative range. Boss Man – ‘Update!’ Boss Man – ‘I said give me a fucking update!’

It was late when I got home from work. After showering, I sat on the bed, scrolling through my phone, feeling exhausted. Suddenly, a notification popped up, and my heart skipped a beat. "Top Actress Regina Brooks Celebrates Birthday With a Four-Million-Dollar Diamond Necklace Gifted by a Mysterious Tycoon."

Hunter growled, gripping the phone tightly. “This wouldn’t be much of a game if you got all your cards right away, now would it? I’m not done playing, Alpha. You have to finish the game. Or else—boom! You and your precious little princess go up in flames,” the man said, his tone dripping with sadistic glee. “Oh, and because I’m feeling generous, here’s a bonus: the bomb on the table? Just a decoy. But the other bombs in the building? They’re very real and will go off in less than five minutes. Tick-tock, Alpha. Better get moving.” His laugh echoed cruelly before the line went dead.

But when the device vibrated I knew I had to rush out. “Bravta, take a look at this” Alvarez finally spoke showing me his phone screen. “What is this” I asked snapping the phone from him. A picture of Marcella sat on the screen and under it the words Marked for $ninety million -Dead or Alive was boldly inscribed. My heart begun to race. I got up with a start, my fingers coiled tightly around the mobile device channeling all my anger to it. “Fuck” I exclaimed throwing the phone at the wall.