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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

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"Happy Birthday, baby."

Isabella looks down at me, lying on the bed. 

I look into her green almond-shaped eyes. Bedroom eyes as I like to call them. No matter how she is feeling, there is always something longing inside of them. Something sinful. Something tender.

Red painted lips are curled into a cheeky smile. The soft dimples are showing, making her cheeks appear full and supple.

My gaze wanders over the powdered straight nose until I'm back at her eyes.

"What are you looking at?" she whispers and I feel her breath stroking my skin.

"You."

"Gosh, you're sweet."

She pushes a strand of my hair out of my face. I take it into my own hand to look at it.

It's blonde. Now what does that mean?

I had dyed it brown when I moved to NYC, what is my subconscious trying to tell me?