Mermaid Motel Novels & Stories

she tells him. I actually roll my eyes. The dog’s intervention gives me time to calm a bit. I manage to speak in a lower voice. “I’m going to get her before I go to the house. She no longer works for you, so take her off the call list.” Madison pushes a small piece of paper toward me. I lean in, receive another low growl from the damn dog, and pick up the paper. Pike’s Motel Room 17 I look up at Madison with renewed anger. “The place is in a fucking piss poor section of town. What were you thinking by sending her on a call there?”

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning; I was unnecessarily grumpy, and the cause of my mood eluded me. Despite this, I knew I had to go see my mother. Walking out of the bathroom with my towel in hand, I caught sight of the news on the big television screen in my room. Alpha Baynes of Crescent Pack has severe ties with Moonpeak Pack due to a breach in the contract from Lycan King Kessler. "Crescent Pack and Moonpeak Pack have been partners over the years, but the reason for the breach of contract is yet to be known. However, rumor has it…"

Old now, turned brown because nobody bothered to touch it until my shift started. I dip the brush back into the water and scrub harder, forcing my mind somewhere else while the overhead light flickers and hums loud enough to make my headache worse. Somewhere down the hall, a woman starts screaming at somebody to give her back her money. A man shouts back. Something crashes. Then laughter. Same as every night. The Bellmere Motel collects human wreckage the way drains collect hair. Men cheating on wives. Addicts with shaking hands. Dealers. Drunks. Men with wedding rings and dead eyes who look at me too long while I’m changing sheets.

"Wanted urgently! Marketing Associate for the Motel. Send your application and resume to lovelanemotel@geemail.com. Benefits: Competitive pay and housing." “Housing?” But the Geemail account made her scoff. Add to that, the ad was on a chalkboard. She'd bet competitive pay here meant a pittance, not more than what her current job offered. She raised her head to look at the building. "Guess you could call this a one-star hotel-" "It's a Motel! Mo. Tel." A man's voice spoke from beside her.

I had drunk several bottles of mineral water while on the bus. Therefore, I felt the urge to get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. When I groggily opened my eyes, I noticed that Kathleen wasn't in bed. On my way to the bathroom, I passed by the living room and saw a dim, red light flickering from the room next door. It was just the two of us at home—could Kathleen be in there? If it was her, what was she doing there this late at night?

The sign overhead was so faded I couldn’t read the name of it anymore, but as long as I got some distance from the grizzly’s gigantic, warm arms, I didn’t care. He caught up to me in two steps, entering with me. Liv was behind us and I waved her through the door, hoping she could get between me and the bear. “Be careful in here,” Merrick said, the words only for me and Liv. I nodded, gaze sweeping the bar for threats. I felt like I could trust him, but knew there was a good chance that was only because of the True Mate pheromone shit. There wasn’t a hostess or anything, so we walked right in. When I saw the register, I reached into one of my motorcycle boots and tugged out some cash.

He was scanning the street, his hand near his waistband where his gun used to be. "There," Chloe pointed down the road. A flickering sign. THE SLEEP-EZE MOTEL. $39.99 a Night. Free HBO. It was a single-story building with peeling paint and rusted railings. A drug deal was happening in the parking lot. "No," I said. "Absolutely not." "It's cash only," Chloe said. "No ID required. It's perfect." "It is a petri dish," I argued. "I will catch hepatitis just by looking at it."

Mom stormed out of the car and rushed to the motel door, knocking loudly. The door swung open. It was well past midnight, and the motel's guests were being disturbed by the racket. Just then, a plump, bald man appeared. "The motel's full!" He was Reggy Murray, the motel's owner. He was nearly six foot three, much taller than Mom. When he suddenly swung the door open, he glared at her with bleary eyes. It was definitely intimidating. Mom flinched but tried to peer inside. Irritated, Reggy attempted to shut the door, but a strong hand stopped it from closing.

So, I went to Dixonville and performed the shield ritual. I took out another car from the garage and drove to The Amor Lake and brought Emily and Eric here. I carried them to their bedroom and made them lie side by side. My heart twisted with guilt seeing them lie unconscious. I was the one responsible for their condition. Now, It was my duty to help them recover. I took out Eric’s phone from his pocket and called Mr. Wangchuk. “ Hello Mr. Wangchuk, this is Eva. I need your help. Can you please come to Dixonville?”

except me. And the Goddess. And that was all that mattered. THE END. A GAMMA's KISS - Cassandra M / OCT 2022