Jabberwock Inn Novels & Stories

She nods, gathering up the empty wrappings. “Somewhere cheap.” “Somewhere clean,” I corrected her, offering my hand to help her up. She takes it without hesitation this time—another small victory—and lets me pull her to her feet. Luna stretches lazily on the ground before jumping back into her preferred position on Elara’s shoulder. The inn is easy enough to find. The building is modest but well-maintained, with flower boxes under the windows and a sign that reads “The Copper Crown Inn” in faded paint.

JASMINE Just before ten the next day, I saw his Jeep parallel park in front of the café. This time, much to my dismay, he came in to place an order. Lucy ran out from the back, flour dusting her arms and cheeks. “Well, hello there, Mr. Alpha! I knew I smelled your scent from the kitchen!” Lucy leaned over the counter, her low-cut shirt and loosely tied apron displaying her cleavage. “Seems you’re right on time for the end of my friend here’s shift.”

The crowds where starting to become more compact, and it was difficult not to rub shoulders with these brutes. I noticed that Seria and I where getting more and more glances. Men with greedy eyes licked their lips, ready to put their grubby hands all over us. It was uncomfortable to watch, and even more so because I couldn't stop them. I could feel myself tensing with every passing second, until Nicklos stopped in front of a tall white building. It was large in size, completed with simple long windows, a set of white polished stairs, and multiple balconies for each set of sliding doors. A wooden sign dangled from a metal rod protruding from the building. It swayed slightly, creeking as the r

My heart was racing at his words and he squeezed my hand. I teased, “Well, if you’re going to be that way about it. Don’t get your soggy self into a bunch, you can pay.” Then I squeezed him back. Davin said, “I know just the place. They always order the best cuts from Nick. It’s called Calloway Inn.”

Details like this made it clear that life in a nation like this was far from the fantastic paradise the media made it out to be. Wilbur flagged down a cab and brought the two girls back to the inn. Betty Lent, the innkeeper, was overjoyed to see the three of them. She flung her arms around Wilbur, landing two hard kisses on either side of his cheek. "Thank you so much, Mister Penn…"

We ended up at a cute little bed and breakfast called The Middlebrook Inn. I turned to Daniel. “This is where we’re staying?” I asked him excitedly. Daniel nodded, watching my reaction with a satisfied smile. The inn was so quaint and decorated for Halloween. After we got settled in our room, it was around dinner time, so Daniel and I walked to the local diner. When we were sitting down at the red booth, looking at the menu, Daniel smiled at me. “What is it with us and diners?” he asked, grinning. I couldn’t help but smile as a blush crept up my neck.

Charlotte was certain there was a story behind it and she was going to find out what that was. The place she would be staying at was a little inn owned by one of the locals of Willow Creek. It was an older building near the center of town and appeared to have a second floor. The building seemed to be one of the original establishments of Willow Creek, given its design and the old, withering wooden sign hanging from a post just over the front door. Charlotte, however, found it charming and couldn't help but smile to herself as she entered the inn. "You must be Miss Barnes." The Innkeeper greeted her with a smile.

i said fieghing a smile. He pushed himself away from the wall to stand before me. " How is your lips? " I heard him asked softly. I look up at him and i smile " It's fine " i said before looking away. The airs around jack mayor command authority. I'm sure everyone will feel intimidated under his gaze. " It's late, sleep here " Jack said with a tone of finality. " No i can't, i have ... " " You can't go for shooting with your lips like this, I'm going to claw foot club company tomorrow anyway so our direction is pretty the same "

I nod absently, only half hearing him. "Hera?" Ambrose asks, breaking me from my trance. "Know a place?" "Yeah, uh, sure," I shake my head, trying to clear it. "There's an inn down the road. They usually have more room than anywhere else." He follows me as I take us down the dark street and turn toward the inn. It's the largest one in town, a far cry from the one I used to live in. When we enter, there are still people drinking in the common area.

I decided to make a more low-key entrance, materializing a few blocks away from the Witches' pub, TwentyOne, before taking a leisurely stroll to the destination. The Witches, as I'd learned the hard way, weren't exactly fond of unannounced arrivals. TwentyOne, nestled in the vibrant heart of New Orleans, was a pub with a rich history and a name that, ironically, had nothing to do with the vices of gambling. The Witches of TwentyOne were part of a Coven that mirrored the ones I oversaw, albeit with their own distinct brand of magic.