Bates Motel Romero Novels & Stories

The house she lived in was actually luxurious but Madam Morin gave her a very stuffy former warehouse room. She stared at the white ceiling. Beta Romeo always said that even though she already felt too much pain due to the man's words. She knew the reason why he hated her, because she had been a rogue. Beta Romeo is the guy who hates castarogue the most. How could they not, they can only destroy a peaceful and peaceful pack into shattered if they are acting up.

“Before you ask your next question, yes it was the motel with all the kidnappings and killings. No, the motel is not haunted. No, I do not give interviews. It is just a motel now. Does that clear anything up for you?” “Hmm.. just a motel.. without the murder? Where is the fun in that?” The voice asks before giving a sinister cackle. Okay, then.. weird. “Look, did you want to make a reservation or what?” Owen finally asks. He was tired of all the back and forth, wanting the person to say what the want or to hang the phone up. He was too tired for all of the games. “No, but don't worry about it, Owen. But you will be seeing me very soon..”

Romero sent his Guards everywhere he could think of up and down the country and it was sheer luck that he found the tiny hotel. One of his Guards had pulled up at it on his way to the main city with car trouble, he had gone into the hotel and spoken to the owner asking for the name of a garage as his car appeared to have broken down and the elderly woman behind the reception desk had smiled up at him, ‘Deve essere qualcosa a che fare con il nostro hotel, sei la seconda persona in un mese che ha bisogno di un garage.’ [It must be something to do with our hotel, you are the second person in a month who has needed a garage.]

After rolling off the bed, he stalked to the door and yanked it open, already half-snapping, “I said no disturbances—” To his surprise, it wasn’t one of the hotel staff standing in front of him, it was Romero. Dominic froze, blinking. Romero stood in the hallway in a dark coat, dark circles under his eyes and a grim expression like he hadn’t slept at all on the trip over here. “The fuck are you doing here?” Dominic asked, voice still gravel from sleep. Romero pushed past him without invitation, waiting until the door was shut behind him before speaking. “I came because I still think you’re being an idiot.”

Romero was very thorough, he always made sure there was no chance of it coming back to incriminate him even the limousine was a ‘hired’ one albeit from one of his own companies. Romero followed Tash to her room and entered without asking her closing the door behind him he stood watching her curled on the bed crying into her pillow, she was so distressed she did not notice him so he quietly he stripped off then lay down beside her. Acting on impulse he reached out and pulled her against his hard muscled body gently he let her cry stroking her back he whispered,

Her name was Karen. Or Kim. Or something else that started with a K. Ben honestly wasn’t sure, and at this point, it didn’t matter. They met at the bar after a long, exhausting week of him proving to himself that his house was not haunted. She caught his eye from across the room, all confidence and bare skin, a strappy little dress that left very little to the imagination. He bought her a drink. She smiled. The rest followed a familiar script.

“You didn’t give me much choice. They wanted a message delivered. I will deliver it.” My skin prickled. A message? “What message?” Damon asked. His tone had an edge I’d never heard before — sharp, dangerous. The man stepped closer. I couldn’t hear everything, but I caught pieces. “…not supposed to get involved…” “…she’s just a girl…” “…you cross the line, Romero, you’ll regret it…” Romero. My breath caught. Damon’s last name. I leaned forward without thinking, and my foot snapped a twig.

Every word from her sounded like an order. “Back then, I was one of your bodyguards,” Dom explained curtly. "But, for the full story, like I said earlier, you have to wait some more because I can't say it here." Hearing that answer, Mila's attitude turned cold again, showing her indifference. "It is time, hold on," Dom said in a low voice, he then quickly opened Mila's handcuffs and hugged her tightly when suddenly the car shook and lost control. The screams and screeching of cars could be heard as the car hit the barrier on its left and slid into the lake beneath.

Although she was truly confident about working in Casa Roma Hotel, looking at Serene right now, she might swim back to her apartment and forget about the tempting salary of Casa Roma. Edna took two folders. Attached on that folder was the manual and contract. “This is the handbook, and the contract.” She handed the folder to the two of them. “Casa Roma is a motel, and we specialized on one night stand. Our guest are only elites. We don't accept guest who just win lotteries. We cater royals and billionaires. Casa Roma has a ticket entry system. They pay a thousand dollars for the golden ticket. Some guest come here with partners, some just pick anyone and bed them in the hotel. But we provide

The morning sun shine and pours into Maximo Santino's spacious, grandiose bedroom gloriously. It seem like a good day for the weather is already pleasant. But to the Santinos family who just lost ones of their love ones, it's gonna be a busy day. On the bed laid the two new, latest couple. Maximo Santino, the Italian Mafia Boss himself and Iris Saint on the bed sleeping. The bloody sheets and everything about the bed had been changed that lady night before they finally retire to bed after the staffs which has been smiling stirred gently and then raised up her head as she takes in her environment. The thought of how much Maximo had pleasure her came to her mind and a small smile plays on her