Mermaid Motel Novels & Stories

It would give her a sleek look. We drank our mojitos for pregame and hailed a cab to go to Alessandro's club, The raven. We arrived at the club. There was a good-looking guy approaching us, he is a brunette, I can't see his eyes clearly because of the lights. He looks like in his mid-20s, has a scruffy strong looking jaw, heavily tattooed hands, looks like Zayn Malik but a sinner wearing a clean tidy suit and he is definitely her type.

“What happened, Mrs Jackson. How did you get on the floor?” Oh. Right. My first night in the mansion obviously hadn’t been good. When we got back from the dinner, I was already prepared for the nightmares I was going to have that night. But that didn’t happen, because I couldn’t even manage to go to sleep. I had tossed and turned for hours in my new big bed for hours, before accepting that that was my fate for the night. So I took the comforter off the bed and placed it on the floor and decided to lie there, reading more of what I could of the contract until I fell asleep along the line, probably around five am because that was the last time I remembered checking my phone and yeah… Here we w

the Orc leader said and returned the parchments to the hunters. The riders crossed the bridge and kept traveling on the road in silence. It was night when they reached a cross-road. A big tavern was built there. Above the entrance was a sign of a mermaid on land. Travelers, merchants, Water Mages, River Elves, or mercenaries knew the name of the tavern—the Drowned Mermaid.

I suppose that choice was made loud and clear when I transformed into some kind of lunar-dragon-wolf thing and fled the city. We finally reach a small town—the kind with one main street, a gas station, and not much else. On its outskirts sits a motel that's seen better days, its neon sign flickering with several letters burnt out. "Wait here," Maddox says, gesturing to a cluster of vending machines near the office. "And try to look less like you're wearing nothing but a coat." I huddle in the shadows while he approaches the motel office. Through the window, I can see him speaking with a half-asleep clerk, producing cash from somewhere and deliberately keeping the transaction brief. A few min

Sarah winked mischievously. Thirty minutes later, they arrived at the only motel in that area. The motel was a Holliday Inn, with a dimly flickering neon sign. Shanon wouldn't have been able to read it if she hadn't walked closer to the neon sign. The motel was not very big with rooms facing directly onto the parking lot. Almost all the windows were dark and looked scary. Shanon told herself that she would only stay for one night, and there wouldn't be any ghosts in the motel rooms. There were two SUVs parked in the motel yard apart from Stevan's van. The cars had been covered in quite thick snow. Shanon suspected that the SUV had been there since this afternoon because the snow had started

I can't help but smile to myself as I looked out the huge window in our hotel room. I want to thank Valerian because he chose the perfect hotel room to ever exist. You can see the beautiful city of Athens right outside the window of our hotel room. "You hungry?" Valerian asked. I turned to look at him. "Not really." I shook my head. "But I'm feeling kind of tired." I laid down on the bed immediately feeling the soft and comfortable bed sheets. I took a deep breath as I relaxed myself. Now, werewolves don't really easily get tired but Valerian drained my energy because of all the things that we did in the car earlier.

"Please stop fighting, Scylla please just hear Medusa out and Medusa please be nice to Scylla, she's been there for us for our entire lives." "Fine, I'll be nice to the bitch." "And I'll hear the idiot out." Aren't we just the perfect family, monster parents, bitch first child, crazy second child and a stupid angel prostitute, perfect family. "We plan on going to war with the gods, Hades has promised to give me an army and he has our backs, no funny business." "Then what Mrs smarty-pants." "Then we get Zeus bolt and kill all the other gods, I get my soul from Hades and we never have to see another fucking god for the rest of our lives!"

****** {If you hate gruesome reads; I advise you not to read till you encounter the '🌼' emoji} *Back At The Mansion*. "You betrayed me! "Madre growls at the trembling Rachel. "Ma. Ma. Mader... I swear I didn't... I... I locked them up in the snake valley and was coming to call the Fratello's. I... I don't know how... How they got out. "Rachel tries to explain as she wipes the rivers of sweat her forehead is producing. "You think I'm a fool!? You used snake valley as a distraction for the Fratello's so your friends could escape when the Fratello's went to check the cause of the noise! "Mader screams.

“No signal either. We’re properly screwed.” I grabbed the cooler from the back, the half-empty bottle of Casamigos clinking against ice packs. “At least we’ve got this.” A faded sign flickered into view maybe half a mile ahead: MOTEL 6. One bulb burned out in the M. We walked in silence, gravel crunching under our shoes, the night air finally cooling enough to raise goosebumps on my arms. The clerk didn’t even look up from his phone. “One room. Queen. Hundred bucks cash. No refunds.”

I know that he will run at the back door just to run away from me, to save his life, but I will not allow that, because there’s a debt that he needs to pay, and the payment is his LIFE. I went back inside the house and went upstairs to my room. I took Kera out and told her that there will be a big game that will happen later, and she needs to watch because she will be my only audience aside from my mom and dad inside my heart necklace. She said “Yes” to it and I know she is also excited like me. I put her at the top of the cabinet, for her to watch clearly and I wrote “MORTEM” on a piece of paper with my blood and let her hold it. After a few hours of waiting. I heard Mang Berto’s pickup tru