A Night At The Katz Motel Novels & Stories

The one he had thoroughly erased from her mouth by the time the was over. Mark did a quick mental analysis of the guests he had the chance to see last night. The ones who booked overnight stay. He only saw three of them out of the eleven on the records. All three were young men around the same age as he. Hell, all the nine guests were men judging from their names. Out of that eleven, two spent the night alone in their rooms. When he came in this morning, he saw one of them kissing and saying goodbye to his babe as she left in a cab. So that meant three men in this motel were without partners to the best of his knowledge.

Tonight I’m going to be the party queen. It was a quarter to midnight, and the club was packed full of party animals who adore the nightlife. Carrie led me to the second floor which I’m guessing is reserved for the VIP. It’s crammed as well, but it is more spacious and glamorous than the first floor. Carrie was about to walk to a private booth, but I held her hand and led her to the bar, ignoring her protests. She stopped to speak with a cute blonde lady and she introduced her as Vikki, but I couldn’t care less. I swayed my hips as I walked over to the bar and I ordered some shots of tequila for Carrie and I, but I ended up taking both shots before Carrie could meet up with me. “That’s enou

The words they couldn’t express were hidden in their shared joy and fear. The operation began in the dead of night, an hour before dawn. Zack, along with Morales’ team, traveled to an abandoned factory rumored to be the enemy’s hideout. Each step was quick and silent, the cold wind and the sound of their shoes on wet pavement the only noises. Before entering, Morales instructed everyone to ensure no one noticed them. “After this mission, we’ll come together to build the new life we deserve,” Morales said. “We won’t let them defeat us.”

Although Nathaniel had given me permission to stay out late, it was of no use. I was going to go upstairs, drink water, sleep, and in the morning, I would figure out what came next. Mainly because that was all I could do right now. But first, I would have to call Pamela. She needs to understand that Elliot tricked me. The lights were on in the living room. I almost walked past because Nathaniel always had the lights on for some reason; he often left them on when he fell asleep, resting on the couch after a long shift. I had covered him with a blanket more times than I could count over the past two years.

He often visited here before with his friends and would sleep over any day he deemed it fit to stay here instead of driving home. Kimara had clubbed here so many times with Richard and some of his friends. So, many of the workers here knew her as Mr. Wilson's fiancee until recently. On one of the occasions, after clubbing with her friends, Kimara slept in Richard's private room after drinking herself into a stupor and couldn't drive home. Richard called the manager of the club that day and told him to give Kimara the key to the room. Richard hadn't slept in this room since that day.

We crossed the state line, leaving the city lights behind for the dark, endless stretch of the interstate. "We need to stop," Mark said from the back seat. He looked green. "I’m gonna be sick." "Hold it," I said, my eyes scanning the signs. "We need a place that takes cash. No cards. No names." Ten minutes later, I took the exit for a rundown motel off the interstate called The Sleepy Hollow. It was a single-story L-shaped building with flickering neon signs and peeling paint. I parked in front of the office and went inside. The clerk was an old man with a cigarette hanging from his lip, watching a static-filled TV.

I knew how unsafe it could be at this time of the day, since I had an experience of sneaking out of my father's pack last at night to parties. I spent so recklessly and all my credit cards got restrained by my parents. And I became stranded. REST INN. Was the inscription that boldly indicated a motel at the top of a one storey building. "Finally." I heave a sign of relief as I made my way into the motel. I was met with colored red lights at every angle which gave a shady vibe that didn't go well with my instincts. It was an indication that this place was a red flag but what can I do at this point? Remain on the street in the dead of the night and the heavy rain pour, or manage in this shady

We eventually pulled into a small, poorly lit parking lot covered in deep muddy puddles, and the large tow truck came to a full stop. I looked out the passenger window, and I saw a faded neon sign flickering with broken pink letters above a very rundown motel office. The building looked dirty and severely neglected, and several of the room doors had peeling white paint and rusted metal numbers. "This place looks incredibly shady, Kurt," I mumbled, eyeing a broken beer bottle resting on the wet sidewalk near the main office. "It is an absolute dump, but it has a roof and four walls to keep the rain off your head, so we are going to stay here tonight," Kurt stated, grabbing his wallet from his

Ben peeled out of the driveway, tires screeching. (Later that night) They didn’t go home. They couldn’t. Somehow, deep in their guts, they knew — going home would make them easy targets. Instead, they parked at an all-night diner on the edge of town, sitting in a corner booth with untouched plates of food in front of them. Mark kept glancing at the window, half expecting to see a wild-eyed figure grinning back at him from the dark. Dylan was scribbling random words into a napkin, just to keep his hands busy.

I ran until I couldn't run anymore, until I found myself standing in front of The Riverside Hotel three blocks away. The kind of place Damien and I couldn't afford but that businesspeople expensed without thinking about it. The lobby was all marble and gold accents. At the front desk, a young woman with perfect makeup smiled at me. "Can I help you?" "I need a room." My voice sounded distant. "Just for tonight." She didn't ask about luggage or why I looked like death. She just processed my credit card and handed me a key leading to Room 412. I made it inside, locked the door, and collapsed against it.