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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 · Ficção Científica
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155 Chs

Decoding Jealousy

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"Looks like we'll have to split up."

I look at the big glass door. We are standing in front of conference hall number 1. The other two are situated on the next floor, at least according to the sign.

Clemens agrees with my proposal. "In the eye of time running out, you are right. You will search this hall and I'll take number 2. After that, we meet at the third one."

"Got it. Good luck."

Clemens nods and makes his way to the stairwell, I open the door to the conference room.

Cold air hits me and under normal circumstances (you know...like being alive or something) I would surely start to shiver now, my skin being covered in goosebumps.

Growing up in California, I'm very sensitive to cold. Austria had already been a challenge. 

The room is quite big but not big enough to be called a hall. There are a good 50 chairs standing around a long white table. 

Okay, if I was Isabella, where would I be sitting?