Afterlife Diner Novels & Stories

She sobbed "Why won't they get up?" "fuck! fuck! fuck!" he screamed out slamming his hand hard on the floor. Dante jerked and gasped suddenly. His breath was weak "I... don't think... I don't think you have any more fucks to give Killian." "You are not dead?" Alpha asked slowly regaining his smile. Kael gasped like he’d been dragged from the bottom of an ocean. Dante blinked up at him weakly. "Is this the afterlife, or did the spell really work?”

I wanted to make it up to her, so I decided to change the subject. "Hey, let's grab something to eat," I suggested. "I know a great place nearby." Freya hesitated for a moment, but then she nodded. "Okay, that sounds good." " Wait a minute i need to use the restroom" "Ok I will wait," she said Still sulking. I followed a hallway that had the tag 'toilets'. After taking a pee in the toilet I listened to the conversation of two men as I washed my hands. "The situation is getting worse there. I hear that their Alpha, who is the only person to recover from it, is also missing". The first man said.

I flick my head at the familiar males and walk a bit faster, now really wanting that steak. When I finally reach the door, I take the stairs two or three at a time. Sometimes being a tall muscular bastard has its perks. The upstairs of the entire place is one massive home to every wayward degenerate that ever crossed paths with Dozer Dennison and lived to tell about it. Home … to the Flying Death.

Too much. I had maybe twenty dollars left from the cash I had grabbed before leaving Silverfang enough for two meals if I was careful. My stomach growled so loudly that a woman walking her dog shot me a strange look. I ducked my head and kept moving until the warm, greasy glow of a classic diner caught my eye. “All-Night Diner” flashed in neon above the door and the smell of burgers and coffee drifted out like a promise.

But there was no medicine for regret. "Alessia, I hope we never meet again in the next life." He stood up and looked at the grave one last time. "Find someone who will cherish you and live a peaceful life." The sun was setting. He turned and walked away. His shadow stretched long behind him. I watched his back as my form slowly scattered into the wind. Salvatore was alive, but he was suffering more than the dead. The rest of his life would be a prison without walls. That was the greatest punishment he could ever receive.

Afternoon sunlight spilled across the floor, catching dust motes in the air, turning everything golden. I breathed in deeply. Working again really did feel right. Allen drummed his fingers on the counter. “So what’s next? You thinking about adding new items to the menu? Revamping the diner? Maybe a milkshake machine that doesn’t sound like it’s dying?” “It is not dying,” I argued. “It has character.” “It screams like a dying goat,” Joe deadpanned. I guess he wasn’t always the mature one. Patty snorted so hard she slapped the counter.

'I've never seen you here before, do you work here? 'Yes'. 'Are you new?'. 'Yes'. 'Did you loose the chicken intentionally to scare me?'. 'Yes'. She looked taken aback. 'You did it intentionally?'. 'Yes'. 'Get the hell away from here'. 'OK'. I turned on my heels. 'Wait, come back'. She called and I turned. 'Aren't you going to punish her'. She said to senator. What was his name again.... Yes...Drenthe. Senator Drenthe.

She spent the majority of her time watching illegal musical bootlegs online while eating an unhealthy amount of junk food. While Alice was watching Hamilton for the fifteenth time, her phone started flashing. She lazily grabbed it with her right hand and stared down at her phone screen. Lauren was phoning her. Alice's finger jabbed the accept button without hesitation. She lifted the phone to her ear, smiling at the sound of Lauren's high pitched giggle. "Alice!" She squealed, "It's been so long! How are you!" "Lauren!" exclaimed Alice, her enthusiasm intertwining with her tone. "It's so good to hear from you again!"

She pulls out two plates and starts piling them with pork chops, mac and cheese, green beans, and a dinner roll. “Dang Sam, I didn’t know you cooked like this on show nights.” “Especially on show nights so I can just scarf it down when I finally get off.” With a full belly and a sober mind, I make the trip home. I pull up next to the black Honda Ridgeback in my driveway. My belly does a little flop as I put the car in park and see a very unhappy looking Zain in my driveway.

After circling another empty street, Dad pulled over and sat in silence with both hands on the steering wheel. "Call the police," Mom said at last. The words barely came out. Dad nodded and picked up his phone. Before he could dial, the screen lit up. The ringtone exploded through the quiet car, sharp enough to make the heart jump. Dad glanced at the unknown number and answered impatiently. "Hello?" I drifted closer and heard a calm male voice from the other end. "Are you Lily Bennett's parents? This is Mercy General Hospital."