The Countdown Of My Death Is Spamming My Status Window นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Only because our son begged to go to the amusement park, my wife, Nyla Frost, a wealthy heiress, ended up in a car accident on the way there, leaving her permanently paralyzed from the waist down. To punish us, she slashed our daily allowance to a mere ten cents. For the past three years, my son and I had no choice but to survive by scavenging through trash every day, even fighting the dogs for scraps. One day, my son was so hungry that he lost all reason. He ate a few crumbs of a cookie that our family doctor had accidentally dropped on the floor. My wife flew into a rage, accusing him of having filthy, thieving hands. As punishment, she made him stand outside in the pouring rain for th

The night before our SAT, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Suddenly, my phone screen lit up. I received a text from an unknown number. [Tomorrow at 6:30 a.m.. Leaving for the testing center. Your sister disappears.] I stared at the screen, my heart jolting. I did have a twin sister, Molly Young, and we were both scheduled to take the test the next day. But what a pathetic prank. I tossed my phone aside, turned over, and went back to sleep. The next morning, we had barely left the driveway when Molly suddenly cried out beside me. “Oh no, I forgot my admission ticket.” “Dad, pull over! I need to go back and get it.”

“Just don’t be alone.” We lay down together, tangled under the covers. I held him like the world might try to rip him away if I loosened my grip. Outside, thunder rolled faintly. At exactly 11:58 p.m., his phone buzzed again. A countdown image. 00:02 My jaw clenched. “They’re bluffing.” 00:01 “Maybe,” Cameron said softly. 00:00 Nothing happened. No post. No leak. No explosion. Minutes passed. Then ten.

Our next meet was when she died. "Code red! Code red! Calling for Grim 10897456 to the afterlife inn." After the Grim Reaper conference at the Ministry of Death that lasted for two days, this was the announcement I heard when I came out of the haunted house. This century's death ministry is a huge amusement park. Senior Grim's say it fluctuates with each passing century. Yet I have no idea if that is true or not. Well, I don't care either. The code mentioned is mine so I went straight to the ferris wheel which is the way to the after life inn. However before I could board Gavin teased me.

It's bullshit. Of course it is. Solve dates and count days. I had a feeling that this was not going to work. Day of the Dead, going to the cemetery. What's the point of having a date marked on the calendar for me to mourn in the first place, when the grief came and went whenever it saw fit and was never announced in advance? But maybe it was too soon. Or maybe it was because the news fell on me from the library a few days ago.

No matter the circumstances and odds against me, I am always ready to fight until death. And let me remind you that I have slain many soldiers, knights, monsters, and beasts. Don't forget how I single-handedly killed ten vicious players. I might not know the power of the Smith or anything about the so-called nectar that General Zod and the familiar voice are requesting from me. However, I am sure of one thing. I am sure that I won't die because "Tomorrow Never Dies."

Puffing out in annoyance I clasped the phone from the side stool and swiped up to check the message. I met about 20 messages but with the same texts. “THE SECOND ROUND OF THE GAME COMMERCE TONIGHT, GET PREPARED. IF YOU SKIPPED THE ROUND AND BREAK ANOTHER RULE, A THIRD PERSON WILL DIE.” The text made me freeze. My heartbeat stopped. I felt my Stomach twist. My hands trembled against the phone and I didn’t know how I let it fall to the ground. My mind starts wandering, What did he mean by the third person will die. My brain processed a lot of answers but it all arrived at one resolution. Could this have anything to do with the mysterious death of Zayn and Anabel.

It was William, the Alpha from the Ice Plains Pack, standing behind me. His voice was filled with sorrow, "When you sent him to the Ice Plains, I knew he died painfully. But I didn’t expect... A ten-year-old cub, betrayed by his pack, mauled by lone wolves, abandoned by his father... and forced to watch himself bleed to death." Andrew's final memories were of waiting for death. Even if I had reached him in time, I wouldn’t have been able to save him because the only crystal healing chamber had been taken over by Lucas.

Was about to reply, when another text popped up. Unknown number 💬: Need me to remind your little ex why he never should’ve messed with my ice-tongued princess?

Slammed her door. Santa pazienza. I let out a breath and went inside, dropping onto the rock-hard bed. Mattress groaned. The lamp barely lit the room. I stared at the ceiling, already dreading the next twenty-four hours with this spoiled brat. My phone buzzed. Signal flickered—just long enough for messages to come through before dying again. Two from Alessandro. Expected. But one from an unknown number? That got my attention. I opened it. Your death is scheduled. Enjoy the next few hours. They're your last, traitor.