Bates Motel Novels & Stories

Tears stream down my face as I realize I cannot get away from him. I hear the sound of Maxim unzipping his pants… Nikolai We arrive at the motel, located on the outskirts of the city, that Alexei discovered on the dark web. I can see that it is a run-down, dilapidated, two-story building. The paint on the outside of the small motel is peeling, and the windows are covered in grime and dust. The neon sign on the roof is barely visible and flickers erratically, advertising vacancies in a feeble attempt to attract customers.

In my head I was thinking, this couldn't possibly be. Then an odour from a werewolf appeared from the hallway but Alpha Nate still refused to break up from me. “Alpha Nate?” It was beta Boaz by the door and he seemed really bothered about something. But most importantly, he reeked. I wondered what made him smell that way. “Next time you want to give a report to me, take a shower.” Alpha Nate said and turned away from me. Beta Boaz took a deep bow, “I'm sorry Alpha, I just got back from my fitness training.”

Atlas, I see a motel, the motel sign light which I am sure has seen better days is flicking on and off and it says: ‘Northwood Motel, we also serve free kava! Well, I don’t see a problem, the moment I step into the dim lighted motel, the pale scent of cigarettes, worn-out rug and years old rusted papers hit me so hard, I want to puke; hurriedly I walk over to the receptionist center, a young woman, whom I am very sure is sixteen looks up from her magazine, her expression bored as hell. “What?” She asks grimly. Seriously, do they let anyone work here? I smile. “I am here to rent a room.”

“Why?” “You’re being a bad boy.” She lay down on her side, and I came behind her, pulling her close to me in a tight hug. “How can I change your mind, baby?” “I’m tired, babe. Let’s get some sleep. *** I didn’t listen to Maverick’s advice. I stepped onto the porch of the Bates house and rang the bell. A few moments later, Augustine opened the door. “Hello, Mrs. Bates. I’m—” “I remember who you are. I’m not senile. Why are you here?” She opened the door wide but neither invited me in.

Because he must know I'm Jayden's wife. The place was quiet, not many guests could be seen from the cars parked in front of the building. “Welcome to the California Motel. How many nights do you need a room?” The name of the motel is odd, but that's not the point, what's important is that I can get cleaned up and get some rest. “Just one night. But I'm out of money because someone robbed me. I only have these earrings. Is it okay if I pay with them?” I handed the earring to her while hoping anxiously that he wouldn't kick me out.

"Then let's finish what she started." We stood there in the quiet that followed, the kind not born from peace but preparation. War wasn't coming, it had already started. And the ghost we thought we buried? She was clawing her way back. * Alex Hamilton * We didn't wait till morning. The car's headlights cut through the fog like twin blades, slicing the darkness as we turned onto 47th. The motel looked exactly like it had in the photo—peeling paint, flickering neon, the air stale with cigarettes and secrets. Even the ice machine still hummed beside the rusted vending unit like it was stuck in time.

I let go of the bars and sat on the dirt again, listening to him attentively, “What do you mean?” “The motel belongs to the owner of the restaurant. So, whoever goes there and checks in is reported straight to the restaurant. Well, the motel doesn't have food services, so you have no choice but to go out and search,” he replied, “they lure you in, jump you for trespassing and throw you in here while they ransack your stuff for anything valuable. It's horrible! A town loaded with criminals.” I regarded him dejectedly, “Sure you wouldn't want to take your own advice? You told me not to speak bad about them.”

He just stepped aside, letting me pass. ____ The motel was a shitty run down thing on the edge of town. The room smelled faintly of bleach and stale smoke. The neon sign outside blinked through the thin curtains, bathing the room in sickly red light. The sheets were scratchy, the carpet was stained, but it was mine. It was quiet.

But nothing would ever be home again. By the time the first pale light of morning broke across the horizon, I pulled into the gravel parking lot of a cheap roadside motel at the edge of the city. The sign out front blinked in and out—“Rooms by the week. Cash only. No ID required.” The kind of place people used when they didn’t want to be found. Perfect.

Before Bates could fixate on his obsession with Damien and Micah any longer, I kicked him under the table. Bates clenched his jaw but didn’t make a sound. “Your next payment is due in a month. Hope you deliver on time.” I finished my drink before I rose to my feet. “Until next time.” “You aren’t gonna buy a bitch for the road?” he asked, not rising to his feet. Bates stood up and pulled out a business card with his phone number written on it. “Let the bartender know I’m looking for a good lay if she is.” “And I’ll pass,” I said. “I don’t pay millions for pussy.”