Afterlife Diner Novels & Stories

Aurelia said. One hour later, the agent arrived and took out the signage after they agreed to the one-year lease contract for the place. After successfully closing the transaction with the agent, Aurelia and Kaspar proceeded to the famous five-star restaurant located at the top of a twenty-story hotel. They dined there to celebrate Clarice's death. Meanwhile... While the two evil people celebrated their victory in eliminating an innocent woman, Alpha Callum and his team of professional drivers were busy scouring the vast ocean to find Clarice, dead or alive.

My Alpha mate didn’t know that I was dying. He was busy taking care of his childhood sweetheart who had just returned to the pack. I didn’t complain and continued to play the role of Derek's good mate. But after I passed away, he went crazy after reading the journal I left behind. …… Standing at the hospital entrance with that thin diagnosis paper in my hand, I wanted to call Derek. I opened and closed his contact page several times. Then his call came through first. His voice was characteristically deep and cool, but softened when he said my name:

she says "Well, you looked wrong," Death and I say at the same time "They want us back now," Death says "Okay, bro you know, I met Ariel today," I tell Mika as we hug, "but I guess, I'll see you whenever they decide to stop torturing me," I tell her "Yeah, that's not ending anytime soon, but she can come to visit you in hell," Death says I pout rolling my eyes, "I don't want to go to hell,"

It was a little bit of the castle but it was big enough to have taken them from lunch to dinner which they had ate again without the King, as well as exhaust them. After Dinner, following the maid's lead if course, Diana was dropped off at her room which wasn't far from the King's quarters. Vanessa had been more than glad to see that the younger Queen was glowing. It meant she had already started her recovery process. Vanessa dismissed the maid at Diana's chambers, the corridors were familiar in her memory of course. Vanessa rounded the corner of the first corridor and approached the King's quarters, her mate's quarters. It tasted weird but nice on her tongue as she whispered the word "mate"

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I listened to them speak, eventually freezing into ice. Silence grew once more in the room. However, the temperature was still dropping. My mind grew even hazier. 'Mom, I'm coming to you. I'm sorry. I can't live on. I'm sorry...' I was dead. I died. I died in that icy basement they locked me in. As the last shreds of warmth fled my body, I thought to myself, 'If there is a next life, I don't want to see them again.' However, I never realized my mind would stay past my death.

Just as I was sobbing uncontrollably, those magical little texts appeared again. [Oh, it's really heartbreaking to see. Hurry up and finish the story; your mother is waiting for you in the new world.] [She used up all her points to get this opportunity. Once your life ends here, you can immediately go to her side.] I forcefully wiped away my tears, sobbing softly, "Really? If I die... I can see my mother?" [Absolutely! Your mother knew you were suffering and couldn't come back, and she was frantic. She used up all her points to exchange for a reward from the system. Once your life ends here, you can immediately be teleported to her side to enjoy happiness!]

The tone was flat and emotionless. "Hello, may I ask who's calling?" Marcus paused, confused. "Who is this? I'm looking for Aria. Put her on the phone right now." There was a long moment of silence on the other end. "I'm sorry, sir. The owner of this phone, Ms. Aria Blackwood, passed away two days ago." Marcus felt his blood run cold. "What did you say?" "Ms. Blackwood died on May 20th at Central City Hospital. If you're her friend, the funeral service is being held at Eastside Memorial Cemetery. It started an hour ago."

The weight of the last twenty-four hours began to lift. Then, Eliana’s stomach growled. Loudly. I pulled back, raising an eyebrow. She laughed, covering her face. “I haven’t eaten since yesterday. Nerves.” I checked my watch. 9:00 PM. “Come on,” I said, taking her hand. “I know a place. We didn’t go to Le Bernardin. We didn’t go to the penthouse. I took her to a 24-hour diner in Chelsea. The kind with vinyl booths, checkered floors, and a waitress named Marge who had been smoking since the Nixon administration.

That's all I could do. Caden chuckled, a low, humorless sound. He stopped a few feet from me, close enough that I could feel the cold power coming off him. "Oh, I think you do. Do you really want to play this game? Because I have a video. A very clear video, Maeve. Of 'Eve' dancing at the Eclipse Club." My stomach dropped to my feet. A video. Security footage. Of course. How else would he know? I felt sick.

I nod to the waitress to confirm my order and slurp my mojito fiercely. Henry has raised his eyebrows so high you could swear they're touching his hairline. Jones suddenly stands up and apologizes to Henry, "I have an emergency. I can't stay for dinner." I don't have time to react when he leans in to place a kiss against my cheek and whispers: "A dopo (see you later*)."