Jabberwock Inn Novels & Stories

I explained. “And who are you?” “I am the hired hand of the Order. That is all you need to know.” I stated as I calmly finished my drink. “And what order would that be?” He asked, annoyed, “Thanks to you I lost my supper.” He sighed, staring off into the crowd. "You should know we, after all, have taken out so many of your kin," as he stared at me blankly, I added, " it’s the ancient order of Valhalla Bridge.”

Its sign, worn and weathered, still bore the name "Silver Moon Tavern & Inn." With cautious steps, the werewolf ventured inside. The air was heavy with the scent of age and abandonment. The once-lively common room was now a sea of broken furniture and dust-covered memories. The corridor stretched before him, a dimly lit passage that seemed to beckon him deeper into the building's mysteries.

I turn the two gold rings around on my finger so just the gold band appears on top, no point in advertising the jewels. After about 45 minutes, I make it to the building ‘The Merman Claw Inn’ it reads on the discoloured wooden board, with a merman holding their tridents in its hand. The sun is beginning to rise, the sky no longer a dark navy but a mid blue. I can still hear a few voices inside there’s a note on the window saying ‘help wanted,’ this far out-of-town perhaps no one ventures this far or those that do … I’m a wolf and now I’ve seen what my alpha truly is I doubt there is anything scarier than him.

“I wanted you to see me before you saw the title.” “I did,” she murmured. --- By dusk, they reached a border outpost—a weathered inn tucked between jagged rocks. Lanterns swayed at the entrance, and smoke curled from the chimney. Albert held the door. “They know me here. You’ll be safe.” Inside, warmth wrapped around them. A few traders sat at tables, murmuring over stew and cider. The innkeeper—a short woman with streaked gray hair—smiled at Albert. “Alpha. We didn’t expect you.”

“Bring me a bottle of bourbon. I want to get drunk tonight." After driving for three hours aimlessly, Xander decided to stop at a bar with tacky neon lights that he found after exiting the interstate. The bar was next door to the Holliday Inn, which was offering empty rooms for forty dollars a night. Xander saw that the Holliday Inn was founded not to attract tourists who needed a place to stay during their long journey, but to attract bar patrons who needed an empty room for a few hours of satisfying sex.

“Hi girls, thanks for coming to my birthday. It really means a lot to me. I have to nip out for a bit, but help yourself to the fizz and chill. You know my new fella well, he wanted to give me the best birthday present I could think of the other night when we were a little tipsy, and he reckoned he was the best at giving a woman head than anyone else. So I thought I would put it to the test, but not my decision, but yours. So I have managed to chain him to the bed upstairs for him to pleasure each one of you and for you to give me your views later. Hope you enjoy !!! I will, as I've gone to Breddbury Hall already, as his mate reckons he got an 8-inch cock when it's soft, so I thought I'd go

Reluctantly, he leaned in as I snapped a selfie. “Perfect,” I said, checking the photo. “You actually smiled.” “Don’t get used to it,” he teased. I smirked, holding up the phone. “Oh, I’m framing this one.” --- Third Stop: The Haunted Inn As night fell, we pulled into a small town with one claim to fame: a supposedly haunted inn. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Adrian said as we stepped into the dimly lit lobby. “What? It’s charming,” I said, taking in the creaky wooden floors and flickering chandelier.

“There are two inns close by… Which one? Is it the Yuri-Matsuri Inn or the Amaya Inn?” “The Yuri-Matsuri Inn,” Darrion answered. “Ah, that one is quite cheap and nice,” Gilbert nodded. “The place was a bit too secluded though. They’re in the Murasaki clan compound, so even though they’re just feet away from the main road, they didn’t get that much customers. Who recommended you there?” “An elderly whom Darrion accidentally asked near the Red Manor area,” Jai answered before Darrion could, startling the blonde quite a bit. “It was actually quite a funny story.”

She spent the evenings redesigning the capital in her notebooks, while curled up next to the inn’s roaring fire. They stayed at a decent inn, the Ramshackle Rabbit. She had a feeling the Baron had chosen the inn because of the alliterative name. A small joke for Edwina to enjoy. The innkeeper was a hardy woman, who served the best pot pie Edwina had ever tasted. The test was an odious experience.