Mermaid Motel Novels & Stories

"Following him through traffic cams. He stopped at a motel. The Desert Star. About forty miles from here." "Let us go." The Desert Star Motel was exactly what you would expect. Cheap. Run-down. The kind of place people go to disappear. Room 7 had a light on. "That is the room the vehicle was registered to," Mouse said. "Paid in cash. No name. Just a room number." "Everyone stay back," I ordered. "I am going in alone." "That is insane—" Razor started. "If Colt is in there, he will bolt if he sees an army. But if it is just me, maybe he will talk." I pulled out my gun. "Give me five minutes. If I do not signal, come in."

I say jerking my head towards my bedroom The dog jumps up and heads for my room, her tail between her legs as the wolves sing into the night. I follow the dog, feeling cheated by the wolves. Once in my room I drop my books next to my back and head for bed. Shana jumps onto the end of the bed, a comforting reminder I hadn't lost everyone when Irana had been killed. My mum may have been lost within the sorrow and my dad consumed by anger and pity, but Shana was still here, reassuring me that i wasn't alone

Maxine’s POV ["Do you expect me to ride extreme rides and shout like others in that place? Do you think I'll enjoy that?! Me? An Alpha?"] This is what Brett asked me before. But seeing him right now, I could tell that the Alpha of the Holmes pack was enjoying his time in the amusement park. “Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” Brett shouted in joy in every ride we rode, We tried pirate Viking, giant pendulum ride, top spin, Ferris ring, crazy speed windmill, mega disco UFO, dancing flying ride... Etc. But the scariest ride is the Ferris wheel of misfortune. I heard it was adapted from a famous ride in Nepal.

Emma crouches next to me. "Yeah." I draw my hand back. "Why is it like this?" "See any flags in there?" I look hard. "No." "They're hidden well tonight." She adjusts her swim cap. "Riverheist is basically capture the flag underwater." "That's really neat." A grin pulls at my lips. "I can't believe I've never heard of it." "It's not that popular, I guess. We only play one team around here. They're brutal, though." I stand up. "They're that good?"

The annoying traffic jam made me groan inwardly then i realized that this human doesn't follow the law so I ran between people's cars creating scratches and having them yell and curse profanities at me which of course didn't make me give a fuck. I got to the dark and secluded narrow road that signalled the near distance to my destination. After a few bumpy rides I arrived and killed the engine before getting down. I laid the helmet on the motorcycle and locked my gun into my holster before glancing around the deserted area to be sure there was no life except for the oblivious ones that hid underground. I got to into the building using the code and went down to the casino. Smoke and alcohol g

We had booked a cheap extended-stay motel on the outskirts of the city, thin walls, hourly-rate clientele, the perfect anonymous shithole for two sex addicts to regroup and indulge without restraint. The moment we checked in and dragged our bags into Room 214, the door barely clicked shut before we attacked each other. “No more holding back for fucking neighbors,” Marcus growled, shoving me against the flimsy door. I was already soaked. He ripped my sundress off, exposing my heavy tits and dripping cunt. His thick fingers plunged straight into my hole, three at once, stretching me open while his thumb ground my swollen clit. “This greedy pussy missed being loud, didn’t it?” I moaned like a w

I started the engine up again and drove away. I found a low rate motel a few towns over. It was about 9pm when I pulled into the lot. It was as dingey as I expected, the light blue paint chipping off its exterior and the small pool covered in moss and rust. One child was swimming in circles in it and I wanted to give him a tetanus shot right then and there.

"There’s a motel about three miles out. It’s a dive, the kind of place where people pay in cash and don't ask for names. The Rossi guards won't look for us there, and Silas... well, Silas probably won't look for us at all." I stared out the window, my reflection in the dark glass unrecognizable. The violet contacts were still in, but the eyes beneath them were hollow. My heart felt like it had been put through a paper shredder. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt Silas’s teeth on my lip, heard his desperate, angry command: Say you won't play the bastard's lover. But I had said it. I was going back. "We’re here," Jax muttered. The Starlight Motor Inn was a neon-flickering nightmare. The sign

Caroline Nothing happened on our first day at the Sert Motel. At least, nothing remarkable. The day came just like every other day, dressed up in blue lights and sun-filled scars. Marco and I wake up at exactly eight. It is an overly bright day, kind of hard to miss. We drink coffee, eat waffles, and sneak into the garden by the side of the motel. Then we played some songs and followed a few of the guests down the slippery road to the small lake. Marco takes his shirt off and dances.

Although with different spelling, but with the same pronunciation. Carra didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad. She was now in a country known as Morica in a medieval earth, under the Athurian empire. The Athurias are the ruling clan of lycans, wolf shapeshifters. In this world, there were humans, lycans, vampires and others. It seemed that she had passed through something supernatural, a portal or so, to arrive here. For a person who didn't believe in such notions, it was a bit difficult to accept. A woman in a brown garment came in through the door carrying a basin of water. She heard the young mistress called green bamboo, and she too quickly took a few steps forward. Seeing Carra awak