The Countdown Of My Death Is Spamming My Status Window Novels & Stories

You are not authorized to send messages to this user. The cold, impersonal system notification landed like a resounding slap across his face. ...... A deathly silence descended over the room. "R-Really deleted?" Wes Brooks stared at the bright red exclamation mark, nearly spitting out the wine in his mouth, his eyes bulging like saucers. "Damn, she's serious about this?" The guy next to him gasped, his expression as if he'd seen a ghost. "E-Ethan..." Wes Brooks's throat went dry as he tried to smooth things over.

I sent a friend request. Two seconds later, it was accepted. A message popped up immediately after. NocturneNotes: Your house has been marked. Your whole family is going to die.

Under their reprimands, I walked into the operating room without hesitation. Anesthesia was injected into my body. I could clearly feel the cold blade of the scalpel cutting through me. At the same time, the system's final countdown echoed in my ears. "Five… four… three… two… one…" "Host erasure complete." In my next life, I never want to meet them again.

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He took out his telephone and checked the messages out. "Demise Notice!" "What? What did you get?" "What did you get?" "I. . . Demise Notice." "Me as well!" "Me as well!" "F*ck! Is it safe to say that we are being focused on?" "Would somebody be able to trick us? Didn't they say that the Death Notice was a card? Why has the Death Judge unexpectedly began messaging?" "Better believe it, it should be phony. Somebody should meddle with us!" "When I figured out what its identity is, I'll kill him!"

Now she was a pile of mangled flesh lying in the morgue. I turned and went back inside, locked the door, and slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. My phone vibrated. "Backup slots are full. In the next cycle, death cannot be transferred." The next day, the sun came up, and the world went on as usual. Except for Unit 703. There was still no movement. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. The scratch at the corner of my eye was still there. It was thin, narrow, and capped with a faint scab.

After suffering three miscarriages for the sake of my husband, Xavier Lowe, I started seeing something no one else could—the death countdown hovering in front of people's hearts. The crimson numbers, ticking away in hours, days, and years, were as clear as day. It made my husband's family look at me like I was some kind of monster, especially after I accidentally blurted out the exact time that would later be Xavier's sister's death. At the time, they just laughed it off and didn't think much about it.

In an instant, that so-called heartfelt confession shot to the top of every trending list. Less than five minutes later, dramatic edits of him as a devoted family guy were everywhere. I honestly couldn't tell if people online were just bored out of their minds or if Lawrence had paid for hype. Watching it made me feel sick to the core. The handsome owner, Andy Page, came over with freshly baked cake and saw my expression. He joked, "What's with that face? Someone would think you found a bug in my cake." I said to Andy, "That video you're playing is disgusting. Aren't you gonna compensate me for emotional distress?"

With reddened eyes, she yelled, "John Xander, don't you dare lay a finger on Henry! I was trying to be polite with you, but it seems politeness doesn't work on you!" Five security guards surrounded me. "You have been gone for four years! Who knows if you ran off because you committed a crime! I didn't call the police! I only declared you dead! This is the most I can do! "You're now legally a dead man! I was just trying to be nice to you! In fact, even if you die here now, no one will know!" Turns out, all these years that I was in North Westonia on my classified mission, my wife thought that I was a fugitive on the run.