Bates Motel Novels & Stories

“Officially, BMS isn’t a functioning motel. It was closed down two years ago. It’s not a place that should be in use.” “What!” I exclaimed. “If Natasha’s car is there, she must be inside too.” “Unofficially…” Charlotte interrupted. “The motel is used by a notorious gang. From the little I’ve been able to gather, they run gambling dens, kidnap, and torture people in that same building. The crazy thing is that many people know about the happenings there. The police might know as well but they aren’t taking action.” “We need to go back,” I turned on the ignition, my heart beating crazily hard.

Hansel leaned forward then froze. “Oh hell no.” In front of us stood a motel. An old creepy abandoned motel the sign flickered weakly. Half the letters were gone. The building looked like it hadn’t been touched in years. My stomach dropped. “It looks haunted,” I said. Knox turned off the engine. “It’s a place to sleep.” Hansel shook her head. “I’m not going in there.” “You are,” Conrad said. “No, I’m not.” “Yes, you are.” “No—”

As Claire watched, new words began to appear on the last page, ink bleeding from nowhere, forming letters in that same unfamiliar handwriting. December 10. They opened the door. They think they are leaving. They are not leaving. They have never left. Claire grabbed Paul's hand and pulled him outside. The night air was sharp and clean. They ran to the car. The engine started. They drove. An hour later, they pulled into a motel parking lot. Claire was still shaking. She kept looking in the rearview mirror, expecting to see the house following them. Paul said nothing. He had not spoken since they left.

all of it was just a sick bet. Like a clown, I had handed him my heart while they all watched and laughed, trampling on it for three years. Chosen mate. What a joke. Tears finally fell, but not from heartbreak. From sheer disgust. I wiped my face, calmly strode back into the room, and hit the call button. I signed the AMA discharge papers with a blank face, explicitly telling the nurse not to inform Wyatt. Half an hour later, I was back at the hotel, grabbing my pre-packed luggage.

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

We stopped a block away from the motel just incase there were people put in place by Nathan to watch Yoké. But we could see the motel from here. It was a cheap old building. So cheap that the light of the ‘M’ in ‘Motel was flickering so bad that you’d think it would just die any moment. “So what will happen is you’ll give me Nathan’s phone so that when I get in, I can ask him which room number he is at.” The woman half turned to talk to me.

I didn't want to be alone with them knowing how cold they were. Thankfully, I heard the door open. I immediately got out of the living room to see if it was Pamela and was too glad that I was not going to be alone anymore with the black-hearted wolves. I was surprised to see it was not Pamela alone. Mr. Bates was also here. I froze seeing him. He did the same as he enters. Mr. Bates was attired in black sweat-pant and a t-shirt. He looked worn out. As I was about to tell him the reason why I was at his home early his Luna heard him and came running downstairs.

I exclaim as I admire the lighthouse, I haven’t seen one so glorious in years. As I keep driving, I eventually find the old motel that the woman was talking about at the gas station. The sign is barely lit up, but it does say vacancy and open, so I drive up and park my car in the lot by the office. The minute I walk up to the door, I hear a booming voice that says, “I hope you aren’t planning on staying here tonight. We are full and we don’t like your kind around here.” I turn around to see a tall man of about six and a half feet stare me straight in the eyes and I say, “Yes, I do and what do you mean by my kind?” My voice starts to strain as I force it to sound a bit mean.

Grace in the arms of her daughter, he asked calmly, "Peach, what is the location of this motel?" As tears ran from her beautiful, brown eyes, she replied weakly, "505... 505 West 6th Street." "505 West 6th Street. Paz motel! Please hurry." James said, hanging up the phone and turning back to look at Elijah and frowned at him with disappointment in his eyes. Dodging the punch Germa swung at him, Matt ducked under his swing and grabbed him by the shirt collar, slamming him in the nose with his elbow, sending him flying to the ground as blood poured from his nose.

Klempner snorts, then speaking loudly, "I'm not interested in your cringing wife, Haswell." Richard's voice is austere. "You'll forgive me if I err on the side of caution." Klempner shrugs and looks away. "Your call." "Richard," I say. "Look for the women. Now ring off." And the phone goes dead. From the front, Baxter says, "Sir, we're here." The car crunches onto the parking lot of a closed-down motel. "Round the back," says Klempner. The car glides quietly to an area away from the road...