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Too Broke For Afterlife

After dying from alcohol poisoning, 22 year old Parker Jones finds himself in the head quarters of Afterlife Ltd. - the company that takes the dead to Heaven or Hell. Although Parker is eligible for salvation, the cold-hearted and egocentric Gen Z-ler doesn't have enough karma to buy the mandatory travel pass. Parker is sent back to Earth as a ghost to earn the needed points. His mission? Become a likeable and helpful person with enough karma so he can finally go to Heaven. But one buggy app later and suddenly his soul gets trapped inside the defect robot "Isabella" - a revenge hungry milf with way too much ass and attitude. Holding Parker hostage, she goes on a mission to not only seduce the cute chanteuse but also track down and avenge the person who ruined her life. The two form an unlikely alliance but of course, peace doesn't last for long. Hell is rising, humanity is in danger and together with a seal fanatic, a paranoid tech freak and a red-headed badass, the duo has to save Earth from Satan himself. Sounds epic, right? Well, there is just one tiny problem. How do you kill something that is already dead? --------------------------------- Become a part of la familia: https://discord.gg/uvyHgS5bsZ Volume 1: Too Broke For Afterlife Volume 2: Too Hot For Hell Volume 3: Too High For Heaven Volume 4: Too Lit To Quit

Chuck45Single · Sci-fi
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155 Chs

You're My Friend

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"I might have a confession to make."

Walter scratches his arm and looks at me with anxious eyes.

"What?"

"I was the one who manipulated that woman's phone. To send a false alarm. And I also made sure that the receptionist let Jasper through."

He waits for my reaction, probably expecting me to get mad. But I just roll my eyes.

"It's a concierge. Not a receptionist."

Walter blinks confused. 

"Okay? That's it?"

All I can do is shrug. "I already knew that you were involved. What do you expect me to say?"

And let's be honest here, if Satan and Walter hadn't hired Jasper to kill me, maybe he would have done it anyway. Afterall, he is a sick stalker.

Clemens raises his glass. "Well, I think that was a nice story to close the evening."

I snort. "Define 'nice'."

He blinks. "Well-structured, right amount of details, good-"

"That was a joke."