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“Dude. How’s your phone now? Is it still working?” Carl rolled his eyes as he brought out his phone. “Not at all. Displaying no indications of operation. I doubt if it’ll even turn on.” Carl gazed at the fissure on the screen of his phone. Dropping it down, he ruffled his hair and placed his elbows on the table. “There is news about what happened last night in the media. And that girl. Who’s she, by the way?” Mason asked, keeping his gaze on Carl, whose face was cold at the moment.

INVESTIGATION CLAIMS FAMILY FOUNDATION USED FOR CORPORATE TAX SHIELD. Grayson’s jaw tightened. “Julian ” he muttered. I walked into the kitchen a moment later, still half dressed for work. “Why does my phone look like it’s exploding?” I asked. Grayson turned the screen toward me. I read the headline. For a long moment, I said nothing. Then I sighed. “Well,” I said quietly, “that didn’t take long.” Grayson stared at me. “You’re way too calm right now.” I poured myself coffee.

Margret stood up immediately after she saw Millicent return, "were you able to fix my phone? I want to call Daniel, and also call my father" Millicent shook her head, Margret's phone was damaged by the rain, "Margret, you can only buy a new phone, your phone couldn't be fixed, I will go get you a new one tomorrow" Margret nodded in agreement and thanked her, the next day, Millicent returned home with a new phone. "Here is it, I bought a new phone" Millicent informed her. Margret thanked her, and quickly dialled Daniel's number, the moment the call connected, she said into the phone's receiver exasperatedly.

He picked the phone and checked the screen. Luckily for him, there was no scratch on it. He unlocked it and swiped down the notification bar which was empty. It felt strange to him at first, his phone was always buzzing with text messages and there were always several missed call after not being with it for a long time, but then he remembered that this was a new phone and he had tossed his former phone out through the window on Rex’s instructions. He navigated to the menu list and opened his browser. He typed in the Youngicee stories website URL and it loaded fully in few seconds, he navigated to the news section and scrolled down to check the latest headlines.

I asked, my voice tight. John shook his head, eyes fixed on the road. “We’re almost home, so…” But the phone kept vibrating, over and over, each ring slicing through the car’s tense quiet. Then a message flashed across the screen. Where are you now? Check the news. My stomach clenched. I snatched my own phone, fingers trembling as I unlocked it. A headline exploded across the trending feed, and my jaw dropped. My phone slid from my slick palms, clattering onto the seat.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. When he checked the screen, it was a single message: Check Channel 7. Now. He turned as the reporter’s earpiece lit up. Behind him, the live broadcast shifted. Footage of Hollowmere. Mutated bodies. Julian’s final rampage. Evelyn’s last transmission: “If you’re seeing this—we were never supposed to survive.” Damian’s face darkened. The world had just seen behind the curtain. The footage had been running for three hours straight. News anchors across the country tried to make sense of it: deformed figures in glass tanks, blurred faces of scientists, the half-lit corridor where Evelyn bled out while still speaking into her comm. A world that had always whispered

Cassia was later flown out for surgery which made her start talking, while I was left all alone. I was never mute. The loud vibration of my phone suddenly snapped me violently back into reality. I blinked quickly before grabbing it from the floor. Unknown Number. That same number again. My chest tightened immediately. Slowly, I opened the message. [Have you finally made your decision?] Another message appeared instantly afterward. [Do you want my help destroying your husband… or not?]

Ezra finally looks at me. “Nothing about this is good.” My phone vibrates on the bedside table. Then vibrates again. And again. I reach for it cautiously. The notifications don’t stop. Messages. News alerts. Emails. Dozens of them. Hundreds. Matteo groans from the couch without opening his eyes. “Please tell me the apocalypse got canceled.” “Something like that.” I unlock the phone. Immediately regret it. Every major news network is broadcasting the same thing. GLOBAL EVENT CONFIRMED

"Everyone has one in 2025—" His eyes snapped back up to me. "2025?!" he exclaimed, seemingly horrified. I gulped and managed a nod, but pressed on, taking a few more steps toward him to show him the phone. He fixed his eyes back on the screen when the startup jingle played, and the phone blazed to life. The homescreen was a picture of the beach... one I'd taken during my cousin's wedding. It was beautiful. Like, I*******m-worthy. Of course, I had posted it to I*******m...

#One throws her away like a thrash while the other picks her up like a priceless treasure. #what is going on with the entertainment industry today. Mandy was so shocked that she almost threw her phone away. "What is it?" Leonard, who was not a fan of surfing the internet asked when he saw that Mandy's face was turning pale. "Uncle, look." ... The people at Starshine were not feeling any better especially the president and Becky. They tried reaching Kevin's phone but it had been switched off. Compared to their one sided story which did not have enough evidence, the news released by R&S was mind blowing.