The Diner Game Novels & Stories

Once the dinner is served the diner will know what the food is. Guest is welcomed into a world of mystery by costumed actors. They will set with Charlie and Jennifer to explain the rules of the game and assign suspect roles. The roles played by audience participants are usually those of suspects who may have committed the murder. Props such as hats or glasses are given to the audience members that take part in the show. Guests will be on teams with others sitting at their table and will work together as dinner detectives. The object of the dinner is to enjoy a meal and solve the crime.

"Was it? My father died protecting that evidence. And I just handed it to the enemy." Gabriel restarts the engine. "There's a diner two miles ahead. Let's think this through before we go back to the city." We drive in silence. The diner is 24-hour, lit by buzzing neon. It’s mostly empty except for a night-shift waitress wiping counters. We slide into a booth. The vinyl squeaks. We have no lawyers. No corporate armor. Just two people who just lost a war, dripping wet. The waitress brings coffee. We don't order food.

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.

She mumbled the dragged the to the diner, immmediately we entered , there was a ding sound that signaled that they had customers visiting the diner and I took my time to look around, the diner was covered i chocolate and beige color giving it a homie vibe, even the tables are chairs were wooden and they were paired in clusters of three, four and two ranging on the kind of table you want to seat on, we sat down on the table with two chairs facing each other directly. “Hello, ma’am. What do you want to order for? Here’s the menu you can check out all the dishes we have.” A flowery voice sounded and I whipped my head towards the source of the voice wanting to confirm and hoping it wasn’t the fa

Did he think I was unemployed or one of his subordinates? He demanded I be at a specific private restaurant in the VIP wing by 2:00 PM tomorrow, adding a firm no lateness—I am a busy man. I tossed the phone under my pillow. Busy man, indeed. My time was just as valuable as his, and I had far more important things to deal with. As for Lyra and Desmond, I needed to figure out who was truly pulling the strings and what secret Desmond held over her—especially whatever part of it involved me—before I made my move.

She waited in her car while her men swept the perimeter, she had to ensure he did not set her up. Nico tapped on her window and she lowered the glass. "No strange activity. He is alone, Boss." He said. "Okay. Are the boys in position?" "Yes, they are stationed inside and outside the diner." "And is every angle covered?" "Yes, Boss." She got down from the car and followed Nico into the diner. The diner had a 80s throwback vibe, with black and white checkered floors, a L-shaped counter with stools, vinyl booths and vintage movie posters adorning the walls. She scanned the place and spotted five of her men in the diner disguised as regular customers. She saw Nicholas sitted in a booth in a dark

All I had to do was help Theodore reconcile with his woman and then, I would get my son in return. That was all I tried to get myself to think when I entered the kitchen. Dorothy looked up from the frying pan where she was frying an egg. “Finally, you have returned,” she said to Chyna, a mock tone in her voice. “I thought you were washing the tablecloth since you took so much time to set the table.” Chyna murmured an apology before asking the maids to take the dishes to the dining room. Just when they were about to grab the plates, Henrietta suddenly spoke up.

The following Monday brought a test she hadn’t anticipated. They were at a client dinner—an important one, the kind where deals worth millions were sealed over overpriced wine and forced laughter. Eight people around an elegant table at a Michelin-starred restaurant, champagne flowing freely, everyone performing their expected roles in the theater of corporate courtship.

I gripped the edge of the sink and pulled myself up to face the mirror. The face staring back was chalk white, eyes threaded with red, expression so hollow it was unrecognizable. There was nothing left of who I used to be. Tonight, it would all be over. I pushed the door open and went back out. The table was set with steaming dishes. Dad smiled and waved me over to the seat beside him. The rims of his eyes were still faintly red. I looked at him, nodded, and walked over numbly to sit down. At the table, Dad kept piling food onto my plate until it was heaped full. He watched me, his voice bright with expectation. "Tommy, eat up. I've been learning some new recipes online. I'll make them for y

Eve said. She came to sit close to him, and she took his hand in hers. She smiled. "I really love your shirt." Elvin grinned. "Thanks. I was scared it wouldn't be your size." "So, the game we are playing, was it like the kind you and Lisa played?" Eve asked. Elvin slightly shook his head. "No. Yours is more complex. More arranged. Filled with more deception and seduction." Everybody was a pawn in this game. The entire city was like a board game. If Elvin tried to flee from her, Eve would lockdown the entire nation, and she knew the right people to call.