Bates Motel Novels & Stories

She tucked the covers (which smelled strongly of bleach) under her arms, staring at the chipping paint on the ceiling. Even though Coney Queen was located at the side of a road, the entire area was silent. The motel itself housed only two guests apart from Kat and Calix. Not a popular place, apparently, which explained why the old man at the desk had been more than glad to provide them more comfort, despite their beat-up appearance. Maybe he'd thought that all they needed was a bit of cleaning up and they'd be normal guests. Well, they'd done a lot of cleaning up, but they were still fucked up.

Mind fuckin' Oh, we mind fuckin', yeah Mind Fucking Trey songz Darrelle's POV "Yes Mr Bryers," I repeated for the third time in the last minute, driving along the highway. "Did you make the renovations on the outside?" "Yes, they were made my assistant will be coming by later," "Can you come by?" "Not today I have a meeting in an hour," I told him as I looked ahead to side of the road spotting a fimiliar face. I drove up ahead pulling to side, a few feet away from the car.

And the Bates Motel was just a cozy little getaway… Thinking she must be out of her ever-loving mind, Razl pulled into the lot—not because he planned on leaving her there, but simply because he wanted to be able to focus on the argument they were about to have without the distraction of driving. He was just slowing down to pull into a parking space, when the sign for the building next door caught his eye. It was a women’s shelter, and he suddenly realized why Tourmaline had chosen this particular establishment. She had no intention of getting a room at the creepy, sleep-with-a-knife-under-your-pillow motel, because she planned on staying at the shelter.

My eyes frantically flickered to each building, pleading for a motel. "Just A Bed Motel." I huffed out a breath of relief but sucked it up again when I remembered the man behind me. I dared to check. Just a quick flicker to my mirror told me he was still there. The sign was poorly lit, the "B" and the "L" were blacked out. I turn into the motel and he slowly passed by until he's out of sight. I sighed loudly and parked at the office. My body stayed glued to the black leather seat. I gave him ten more minutes to show up, and when he didn't I slowly popped the door open.

Xavier Robertson, an American patient under the early care of a psychiatric in Russia, diagnosed with DID, Dissociative Identity Disorder, also went by the name of Logan. Why Bates refused to dig deeper into solving the case of the executioners? Simple. Bates didn’t want to clear up the case catching the criminals. He hired Xavier as the hit man. And to top it off, Jennifer Woods climbed closer to solving the case. She had reasons of suspicious of Stanley Edwards. She ruined the project, shutting her up was their best bet.

Tonight, the water on the roads might freeze into slick patches of ice. The small and very dated motel office was manned by a bored looking guy who appeared to be at least seventy years old, if not older. His face was lined with deep wrinkles and stained with dark liver spots. His bony hands showed even more spots than his face. Still, he flashed a friendly smile when Leesa and Dominic walked in. Leesa guessed the guy was probably happy to see anyone, whether they were customers or not.

She types in the internet code that is listed on the small brochure inside the room. Within minutes she is browsing many articles on the internet about the Sleepy Oak motel and all the disappearances and murders that happened here years ago. Clicking a news article from a local news website, she reads it quickly. It tells how Nate and Dave Matthews kidnapped, raped, tortured and murdered nearly twenty women over a span of two decades. How they tried to kidnap a woman on Christmas Eve and tried to murder her husband and kids.

Good thing, I didn’t bit Steffano’s bait after being teased by his I-don’t-know-how-to-call-it thing. I gulped once again after realizing that I almost ate his bait. Almost but I didn’t. Maybe I should be thankful to his mistress that she called him, making me realize how stupid I am for thinking that he is now changing due to the trauma he gave to me. Well, a criminal will never be guilty. “Momma? Wanna play?” My eyes instantly diverted to her and without me noticing it, Leira stopped herself from playing just to ask that question with a wide smile on her face.

At the end of the day they had to sedate her. The intense sadness Jayden saw that day frightened and made him mad as hell. Once he made sure that she was asleep, he went to the guest room and beat the shit out of his dad. Honourable Benson was screaming on top of his lungs but no one could help him because he locked the door from the inside before waking him up with a cold bucket of water. The tramp he came home with ran off the bed naked and crouched at the corner of the room scared to death as she watched him beat his drunk father.

I'm an unlucky bitch. - No bitch... Unlucky yes. Ben continued to tease me. - Ben, I'm going to kill you! I ran after him, who took a chair and placed it in front of him, as a form of defense: - Babi... I accept that you kill me ... But first I need to tell you something... - What? I took a step back. - First say: did you come with oral sex? - Yes ... But what does it matter? The bastard stole from me. I don't even know if his name is Tales... I don't even know his license plate. But I can ask... At the front desk of the Motel, of course. – I remembered.