Inanimate Insanity Mephone 4s Novels & Stories

Maeve’s POV The video came from an unknown number at nine the next morning. I was sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at a cup of cold coffee that Alana had left for me. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, a sharp, intrusive sound in the quiet room. No message. Just a file, forty-three seconds long, clearly taken on a phone held at table level by someone who had been trying very hard not to be seen doing it. The quality was not good, and the image was a blur of mahogany table legs and the hem of a charcoal suit—but the audio was clinical.

he stretched a small, toy-like phone to me I looked at it with confusion, and then at him. “What do I need this for?” His tone remained clinical “To contact me. Fitzpatrick will have your devices bugged and tracked, I'm sure of it” My blood flushed cold. “This however–” he waved the small phone “Is immune” Carefully, I took the burner phone from his hand.

instructions from the bell at the office. 15 minutes to go, there are still 10 questions that Aiys hasn't worked on. One by one, Aiys friends have left, making Aiys concentration dissolve. Aiys bit her lower lip and took a deep breath and then exhaled, trying to calm herself down. Aiys temples began to sweat, Aiys continued to work on the problem. "Aiys, I'll go first," said Keysa. Aiys didn't respond, he gave a small smile to Keysa.

Upon your triumph, you will be blessed with a superpower personalized for you! [Future is the new mankind!] Glorious words delivered by an emotionless voice, mixed with buzzes like from an old landline. And the landline falls into absolute silence with the last word barely landing. Meph opened his eyes slowly so they could adjust to light. A worry in vain. Surrounding him was pitch darkness. Even the presumed old landline was nowhere in sight as if it never existed. He had no idea where he was.

He wanted to see the look on Randy’s face when he realized he was irrelevant. His foot struck a heavy, reinforced steel case tucked away beneath a workbench. The lock was rusted, but the metal groaned when Anji pried it open with a metal ruler. Inside, tucked within foam padding, sat a single, pristine vial. The label was minimalist and clinical, shimmering under the flickering fluorescent lights of the basement. M-ESSENCE: Cognitive Charisma Enhancer. Prototype.

"Where the f**k are your shoes, Raffy? Get them. Now." Ignatius stood in the center of the guest suite, his eyes bloodshot and pacing like a caged animal. He kept twitching, his hand flying to his jacket pocket where the heavy outline of a burner phone sat. The room smelled of his frantic sweat and the bitter tang of the gin he'd been swigging since the board meeting.

- The black Brabus 900 Rocket cuts through the city street with Vincent's hands steady on the wheel despite the chaos brewing around us. I sit in the back seat, my spine rigid and my hands folded in my lap to hide their trembling. The pills have dulled the worst of the pain, but I can still feel a deep, persistent ache that reminds me of last night with every breath. I refuse to think about it. Refuse to think about him. Right now, I have bigger problems. My phone buzzes incessantly in my bag with notifications flooding the screen. News alerts. Social media mentions. Messages from people I haven't spoken to in years, all suddenly concerned about my "mental state."

The sound of the notifications was blending into one long, high-pitched tone. Dingdingdingdingdingding. My heart hammered against my chest. I looked back at the small window where Celine was still crying. She was screaming at her phone now. "STOP UNFOLLOWING ME! IT'S A GLITCH! I*******M, FIX THIS!" She looked crazy. And my phone felt like it was going to explode. I couldn't take it. There was too much noise, too much energy, too much chaos. I pressed the power button on the side of my phone and held it down.

All wasted. Oops. "Who needs meds anyway?" I mutter under my breath. "Certainly not a terrifyingly powerful psycho alpha. Totally overrated." By the fourth one, I'm smiling. By the eighth, I'm cackling like a deranged banshee. Then I notice the pill bottles. They're tucked behind a mirror cabinet and labeled with names I can't pronounce. A few of them are cracked open and are half-used. There's even a bottle that says 'Stabilizer, 10 mg—Take after visions.'

At that point of time, I notice that Zach sitting next to Liam; both of them look really awkward as they hate each other. In the middle of the lesson when Ms. Margaret was teaching us a new formula, I felt my phone vibrating and I saw 100+ messages on WhatsApp. "Are you alright, we heard what happened to you!" "Why are you sitting next to that bitch?" "Urghh, her voice is so irritating!!" "Damn, her perfume is so strong; I can't smell anything else." I totally agree with the last one because I hate perfume that gives out a strong smell. I laugh at the message my best friends have sent about Melissa until I see her raising her hand up. "Ms. Margaret, Taylor is using her phone in class."