The Diner Game Novels & Stories

His stomach growled again as he walked into the dining area. And then he stopped. Of course. The last fucking person he wanted to see this early. Bryan was standing at the long dining table, shirtless in nothing but grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. He was casually stirring a big pot of oats, looking completely at home. When he noticed Aiden, his face lit up with a bright, overly cheerful smile. “Oh, you’re awake,” Bryan said, sounding way too excited for such a cold morning. “Let me make you a plate.”

The diner smelled like burnt coffee and syrup, the kind of place that hadn’t seen an upgrade since the early nineties. It was a regular haunt for the team, their go-to spot after late practices and post-game meals. Lukas stepped inside first, shoulders hunched against the cold, scanning the empty booths. Perfect. Plenty of distance for him to park himself far away from Mac and the awkward mess following them in like bad weather.

Chapter 23 The diner was alive with noise. Booths overflowed with students still buzzing from the game, their laughter spilling over the clatter of plates and the hiss of the fryer. Every table seemed to be a victory parade, with jerseys still damp from sweat and glitter lingering in the hair of cheerleaders.

So, the three of them make their way towards The Feedlot Diner for lunch, on foot since it is in walking distance. The trio enters the diner and lets the hostess seat them, asking for side booth up against the wall. (this way no one from the outside walking pass can see them) He doesn't want any of Draven's men to find her, especially while running private errands'. The waitress comes over with three glasses of water, silverware and menus.

I removed my hand and tried to act cool like nothing just happened. "Come on, Maggie ,let's go." Sebastian said to his sister. Maggie nodded. "Yeah, let me get our food first." She turned towards the counter to collect their order. Sebastian brushed past us, taking the bag of food from Maggie with one hand and walking out of Wendy's without another word, his sister following behind him. The bell above the door jingled as it closed behind them. The tension was thick enough to choke on. For a moment, the diner went quiet. I could feel every pair of eyes on us, and it made my skin crawl.

"A diner? I figured you only ate at places that required a reservation a month in advance." "I eat where the food is fast and people leave me alone," Declan said simply. "Besides, nobody from the gallery will be there. You can actually breathe." A few minutes later, the SUV pulled up to a modest, neon-lit diner. The interior was mostly empty, save for a truck driver sleeping in a corner booth and a tired-looking waitress wiping down the laminate counter. They took a booth in the back, away from the windows. Sienna wrapped her arms around herself, the charcoal dress suddenly feeling too thin for the drafty room.

He also had a condition—he wanted to check out Queenie's house, and I said yes. … We arrived at Cinnamon Garden a short while later. I unlocked the door like it was my own home. A wave of flowery scent greeted us after we went in. The walls were filled with photos of Queenie and me, from children to adults. It was a warm, cozy space. Felix took a seat on the couch after inspecting it. "Now, can you talk?" I got Felix a glass of water first before telling him my tale. "Shawn was a regular at… special parties. Masked people in expensive clothes gathered in a mansion. People from all walks of life were involved. The games involved were filthier than you could imagine.

"Ready to eat and dominate some arcade games?” “Definitely,” I chuckled. The diner section, smelling faintly of fried food and sugar, served up greasy burgers and fries. We slid into a booth, the red vinyl cool against my skin. We made small talk about the bar and my former job, easy conversation that didn't demand too much from me. I was curious if Luke had seen the owner of The Inferno, so I asked. “Have you met or seen the owner of The Inferno?” I munched on the burger, asking with a full mouth, trying to sound casual.

I should say no, should I tell this Gregory Johnston to inform his boss that I'm not interested in any proposition from a man who's trying to destroy my livelihood. But curiosity is a very dangerous thing. "Fine. What time?" *** The diner is exactly the kind of place Damon Hale has probably never set foot in. From formica tables, and vinyl booths, to a jukebox in the corner that hasn't worked since the Reagan administration. The coffee is burnt, the pie is stale and the waitresses call everyone "hon" regardless of age or gender. I arrive five minutes early and expect to wait. Instead I find him already seated in a corner booth, studying the laminated menu like it contains corporate secrets h

"I already put all my money into this. I can only save one person at a time. Serena, be reasonable. Bianca's family goes way back with mine. She got dragged in because she came to see me. No matter how you spin it, I'm saving her first. You're my wife. You should back me up." I let out a short, bitter laugh. Ten years with Nolan. I gave him everything, ran myself into the ground. Even after heart surgery, I was still up all night clearing his levels and handling the company. And I couldn't even get one honest word. The rules were simple. Only the #1 spender could pull someone out. Everyone else had to grind through brutal physical levels alone. And me? Like this—I was just waiting to die. I