Bates Motel Novels & Stories

SERAPHINA The motel had seen better decades. It sat at the edge of the small cluster of buildings we’d walked back to, a single-storey structure with a car park that was more pothole than surface and a sign that had lost two of its letters at some point and never had them replaced. The woman at the desk was somewhere in her sixties, broad-shouldered, with the unhurried energy of someone who had been running this place long enough to have stopped being surprised by anything that came through the door.

No one can escape me, unless I want them gone. “Then?” “I asked her where she wanted to go.” “And?” “She threw money on the seat,” his voice shakes, “A lot of money. A call rang on her phone, she switched it off.” Silence falls, “Where did you take her?” “To a motel.” My eyes lift, “What motel?” “I don't remember the name, but I can take you there.” “Good.” The building is barely standing, flickering neon, peeling paint. Broken windows patched with cardboard. The kind of place rats would avoid.

However, after seeing that the other party had six cars, their rationality made them understand that they could only watch. At this time, Xavion, who was in the car, suddenly received a text message. This time, the other party had changed the cell phone number and sent the message: “Go to the North Brooklyn Wharton Motel.” A motel was the lowest end express hotel in the United States. It had the worst rooms and locations, with the laxest management and worst security. One did not need any identification documents to register at a motel. One could simply park their car by the entrance, walk in, and hand cash over to the boss to get a room key, with no need to show any identification throughou

I desperately need a bed to crash into. ‘Tomorrow, 8 a.m.,’ the old man at the reception says and hands over the keys. We go up the rickety stairs of the old motel and reach our room. Everything is falling apart—the stairs, the doors, the walls. It’s a motel where truck drivers spend their nights and hence it’s at a bare minimum.

parking lot, I receive a text message from Zeke. “Booking confirmed. Keeley will come to you @ 17:30. Reservation @ Motel 5 on Hollywood Blvd under Jessa Monroe. Text back when you have the room number.” I relay the information to Mary Sue, who rolls her eyes and responds, “Motel 5. Great. The hotel that makes Motel 6 look like the Ritz Carlton.”

I much enjoyed their yelling, but I didn’t have the heart to stand there for long and inconvenience the others. “Damian!” Elias called my name as I expected he would. The movie wasn’t over and there I was standing instead of sitting. “Where are you going?!” “To get some air!” I answered him with a serious tone and a stern face, then I walked away and jogged up the stairs. Elias must have noticed that something wasn’t right with the way I replied him; he knew me too well. When I finally got out of the room, the sky was a thick black and only the large round moon could be seen. The feeling of the cold air rushed at me and I took the opportunity to welcome the breeze with open arms.

"At Molly's diner." The gossiping teens took their disturbing conversation the minute they saw me coming closer. I was headed towards the reception desk. I could not help but catch what one of them said. There's been a murder in town? A shiver ran down my spine instantly thinking about Kane and his trios. "Hi there can I help you? You look new around here?" A friendly receptionist who was in her late fifties smiled warmly at me as I approached the desk. Her tag name said 'Kathy'

But she wasn’t able to sleep so she switched on the big Tv. She is in a VIP room so the room is like a hotel. She was scrolling through channels when a horror movie caught her eye. She decided to watch it. Half an hour passed away and now she was shivering in fear looking at the TV. Suddenly there was a scene in the movie. The lead female was in her room when suddenly the door of her room was opening very slowly, gaining her attention. Adrita covered her eyes because she thought the ghost would jump in front of the tv suddenly. Suddenly Adrita's eyes moved toward the door of her VIP room.

Nicolas said, A few hours later, they returned to the motel, and a few minutes later, Jake called her, and he invited her down to her hotel room, and Betty agreed to go on a visit after long discussions, and persuasion, and In late In the night, Jake sent a taxi to pick her up from the motel, and when she arrived at the hotel, Betty was surprised to that the guy lodged In one of five stars In the Island, when she entered, she met him watching a porn film, and Jake welcome her with kisses, and he said, I like you" and placed her on the bed, and he held her boobs, and Betty said, "take things easy"

"Is it safe?" "Safer than driving around with our license plates caught on every damn security camera," Maddox replied without looking at me. I didn’t argue. I knew he was right. A few hours later The motel was the typical roadside kind, with flickering lights and a neon sign that made everything look even more rundown. A couple of trucks were parked outside, and the smell of gasoline mixed with the warm night air. Dax got out first, and Maddox gave him a look, silently instructing him to get the keys.