Afterlife Diner Novels & Stories

Dawn had just crawled up when I arrived in front of Henry’s diner. The atmosphere was still quiet, and the diner’s door showed no signs of life. Not long after, Amy Austin, the diner’s employee, appeared with keys in her hand. "Been here long?" she greeted while turning the key in the lock. "Just arrived," I replied. She paused her movement for a moment, looking at me with curiosity. "What's your name?" "Sebastian Allen."

Something I viewed as inevitable just this morning now fills me with absolute dread. “See? Was that so hard?” He cranks the engine and drives a few blocks, pulling up to a twenty-four-hour diner. “Eggs at two in the morning?” I shoot him a skeptical look. “It’s better than whatever I’d cook.” “A killer just went through my clothes, and you want me to eat?” “It beats you passing out on me.”

“Is that what’s causing my hands to be all tingly.” His great-uncle nodded. “So, are we close?” “Are we almost there.” “Yes, a bit more and you will be back. However, know this, you will be back but in a dead body.” Crown Prince gasped. “I’m sorry, this is how the resurrection works.” “So, I will be dead, but alive?” His great-uncle looked at him and asked, “Yes. Are you okay with that?” Crown Prince nodded. “Yes. Yes, I am.”

"I'm sure that's enough to give you an idea of who it is. I'll release you from this dimension. Get yourself ready; he's waiting for the two of you." Before Althea totally brought us back to our world, she repeated how we shouldn't kill the guardian. The realization that the afterlife was merely made up to ignite our hopes for a second life made me anxious. No matter who it was, be it an alpha or a rogue, as long as we stop breathing, we will all be forced to go through the darkness where nothing is certain. "It's been a long time, hasn't it, Jerome Dawson and Luna Asterbelle?" The voice of that man I despised creeped into my ears. He didn't speak for too long, but he already got my blood bo

I had to look away so I would not stare. “Ready to go?” I asked. “I suppose,” Elara answered, shooting Kael an annoyed look. “Al and Betty’s, here we come,” I said. As Elara got into the front seat, she glanced at me. “Al and Betty are still running the diner? They were old enough to retire when I left Pinecrest Valley.” I shrugged and started the truck. “They did retire. Al Junior runs it now, but he kept the name.” “What the heck is Al and Betty’s?” Kael asked.

you have no jurisdiction here. “We have DNA”Darian said quietly.”we can scent that they are ours” “And I have five years of birth certificate that says father UNKNOWN “I shot back.”Good luck in human court Alphas” The diner grew silent.the kind before war.Then Damon did something unexpected.he pulled out his phone,dialed a number “Alice”he began “The deal’s off.I’m buying the whole block”.hanging up,he looked at me. “Yhanna’s diner.the apartment above it.the lot next door.i own it as of tonight.”

Why? "My clues? What the-" "You will know once you have enough authority, level up first" Afterlife is a scam! What peaceful life? They are just forcing her to take up missions, risk safety, battle monsters, and everytime she plans to run away from everything, a hot walking statue would forcefully bring her back, give her armor and things she would need for her mission. This is slavery! All I ever wanted was to know why I died?! Amidst her suffering, A scary and handsome war God dressed himself as a fox like cat and deliberately taunts her and seduces her.

“Everyone does it, you know. Just about everyone chooses to go back. The prospect of a lonely afterlife is too much for anyone to handle.” “This is all I’ll have? Forever? This beach. All alone?” Aldric shrugs. “Maybe…I always thought this is just a short stop on your way to the true afterlife.” “But you don’t know for sure?” “No one does.” “I hate the ocean,” I mutter. "Why is the afterlife a beach?" “Everyone's is different. You chose this place. Maybe you have good memories of this place when you were still human.” “I doubt it. I’ve only ever seen this place in pictures.”

Some were saddened by Sia’s death, seeing it as a wake-up call, while others were unapologetic, saying she had this ill fate coming already, and it just arrived earlier than expected. When I returned to the pack house, it was already late, and I was informed to come to the dining table for “The Luna’s Special dinner.” This usually happened whenever a Luna was assigned, with the finest delicacies from across the world sprawled on the Alpha’s dinner table. Alpha King Zeeb was serious; Sia would have no final rites. I walked slowly to the solemn table, where King Zeeb, Heather, Riley, Aurora, and Regina were already seated. Riley’s eyes lit up as I slowly made my way to the table. I managed to

Jemi obeyed "most of the stuff I eat from you is always my first attempt at it, and it's always lit" "thank you sicko" Jemi laughed "that's my nickname now?" "I had worse in mind, like hades" "how many days was I out?" she asked before taking in another spoonful. "a day, transfused blood into you because you willfully lost yours to the floor" "It felt longer than a day though, No NDE, pity I still don't know where I'm gonna spend the afterlife," "isn't that hard to figure out, you look like hell already"