Afterlife Diner Novels & Stories

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.

Dana POV: Hymar And Lori Are In Los Angeles No, Alex doesn't seem to notice Fenton. As we push open the glass doors of the diner, the bell chiming loudly above us, it becomes obvious to me that the musician crew from the parking lot has the exact same post-concert craving.

The diner was in the middle of nowhere on a dusty little road. Aaron parked his Monster next to Keyah’s Prius in the empty parking lot, next to the diner. The diner was a small, rectangular building with a large neon sign hanging above the door. ‘Desert Diner’, the glowing pink and green sign read. Quite a few letters in the sign flickered feebly, as if they’d stop glowing any second.

She rolled her eyes but put the gun on its stand. ‘It is unloaded, and the safety is on. It isn’t my first time holding a gun.’ She said, reaching for the MRE packets and reading them. I went to the small bathroom and checked the faucet and lo and behold there was running water still. Alice came to see when she heard the sound of water. ‘What is that place?’ She signed her eyes wide with wonder and excitement. I chuckled. “I think this place belonged to one of those survivalists, but I guess he wasn’t living in this world anymore.” Alice hummed and went back to the supply room.

Chapter-105 (Meeting dad) AFTERLIFE Eddie woke up and found himself in the afterlife. He knew it was the end of the road for him and was happy he had finished Tony himself before he died. He looked everywhere and noticed it had changed from how it was the last time he was there. He got up and his face was full of smiles. "This place has really changed". Eddie muttered. He could see different kinds of animals playing with themselves, fishes jumping out from the river and going back inside. He could see the fireflies everywhere and beautiful flowers. It was such a beautiful sight to see.

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?”

Lizzy grabbed her bag and my hand, adding, "Let's leave before he comes here." When we attempted to leave the diner, the entrance door opened from the outside, and Maxton Alarcon stood in front of us, with other people in suits standing behind him. The same crew that was with him just moments ago when he viciously murdered the guy. Mr. Alarcon took off his sunglasses and inquired, "Where are you going?" When I couldn't speak, Lizzy held my hand for support so I could tell him, "T-The diner is not to your level, so we thought of going to a different place."

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.