Afterlife Diner Novels & Stories

“Also, you poured like you were trying to sedate a bear.” Aria laughed softly, holding her pounding head. “Come on. I need greasy food and coffee or I’m going to die.” They threw on hoodies and sunglasses like two hungover fugitives and trudged downtown to the diner—The Hollow Griddle, Calloway’s beloved greasy spoon, nestled right on Main. The old bell above the door jingled as they stepped inside, and the comforting smell of sizzling bacon, buttery toast, and endless pots of burnt coffee wrapped around them like a hug from someone who’d seen some shit.

“So I really did die… But why are you here then? Did you die too?” Alex shook his head with a smile. “I didn’t…” Anna’s heart jumped. ‘So this guy came to the Underworld to save me!’ ‘My god... you’re just too brave, huh? You’re willing to do something this dangerous and ridiculous. Am I really that important to you?’ Seeing how wary she was, Alex comforted her. “Don’t worry, this is the Pool of Afterlife. The name is literal, so that means this is the direction to an afterlife. Now that you’ve been revived, I will bring you back to your parents.”

The pillar responded by brightening, as if amused. The reel kept going. The crash again. This time, the Game added a soundtrack—low, cinematic strings under the screech of metal. Ethan’s texts ghosted over the footage in stylized bubbles. babe answer me don’t be dramatic ur scaring me “STAY TUNED,” the Game purred, over a slow‑motion shot of my body going limp, “COMING UP NEXT: THE AFTERLIFE MAKEOVER!” “Enough,” Corvin said. It wasn’t a shout.

Horace, Caelus, Jonathan, and everyone else could only stand there, silently witnessing the carnage. Eden looked at the tall figure. Her vision seemed blurry. Alain returned from the piles of corpses and picked up his blazer. He then held Eden tightly, his voice gentle. "Let's go home." Eden raised her head and looked at him. "Alright." Horace then drove Alain and Eden back home, while Caelus stayed behind to handle the aftermath. Due to Peter's status, he stayed and went directly to the funeral home. On their way back to Skygarden, Eden curled up in Alain’s arms, saying nothing.

"Go away. I don't want you." Edith had lost her mind. For Tyler, she was even willing to abandon Evelyn. She defied the blood ties and the fact that Tyler didn't love her. I secretly called Tyler. "I'm in the inpatient department on the third floor." The show must go on. Devastated, Evelyn stared at Edith. The daughter she had raised with such care was now reduced to this mess. I watched with amusement. This was just the beginning. In my last life, after Evelyn died, Edith hadn't even attended the funeral. She had been too preoccupied with currying favor with Tyler.

"Fran, midnight has arrived. You just need to die in this world, and you can go back." I picked up a sharp piece of glass and raised my hand, dragging the jagged edge across my artery. Finally, I was leaving this world where no one loved me. Everything was finally going to end.

He had dark curls, green eyes, and a calm smile that carried no pity. “Miss Vale?” I looked at him. “I’m Adrian Bellini. My family funds part of Professor Shaw’s closed project. She asked me to make sure you got back safely.” I remembered Professor Shaw mentioning the Bellini family once during a project meeting, but I had never met him before. “Hello, Mr. Bellini,” I said. Behind me, Dante did not follow. This time, I did not look back. The car door opened. Beyond the city, the institute waited: the lab, the project, the life I had once thought I would never live long enough to claim.

" When she said this, Vivian herself didn't even notice that her eyes were fluttering, and her body betrayed her heart. Winston stared at Vivian's face. "Of course not. She, a betrayer, got no gut to come back." Vivian subconsciously let out a sigh of relief. However, everyone was surprised by Winston's words. "I got the DNA test results. "The deceased is Aryanna."

It was all just a bittersweet ending. Holding Emma in my arms, I felt a sense of peace I had never known before. Xander remained kneeling in front of our grave for a long time, unwilling to leave. "Amber, once I’ve settled everything with the company and passed it on to my nephew, I’ll come down and join you both." (The End)

His frame was locked tight, stretching to his full height, chest puffed out, presenting himself as a formidable deterrent to anyone who might make the mistake of coming near me. The diner was a traditional affair, complete with a neon sign letting us know we'd arrived at Big Al's Diner. Rounded corners made the building appear more like an oversized vintage train car than a rectangle brick and mortar restaurant. Entering the restaurant just ahead of us, Frank held the door open for me. Sharply intelligent blue eyes met mine. "Good to see you again, Abby." The warmth and ease in his expression were in prominent contrast to his rough exterior appearance, tatted bald head, long beard, and burly