Mermaid Motel Novels & Stories

Chapter One hundred and Twenty Nine Rated 18, it contains really explicit sexual language and scenes. Marriott was in a bad mood today being that 20 girls were kidnapped and none of the 19 That has been brought could even withstand his dick and some fainted and others died, and this is not good for business because he runs a monster /paranormals and humans sex trafficking agency and some monsters from Hades and some really terrifying men will be at Budapest for the orgy festival, now he has less than 100girls and he is in a very bad mood and very horny too.

My name would be on the line as the notorious monster in the underground fight. My thoughts were so preoccupied that I didn't notice Thomas Wyatt was already behind me. I came to an abrupt halt when the cold mouth of his gun kissed the back of my head. "Titania 'the monster' Summer, you owe me a hundred million dollars, bitch!" I scowled at what I heard. "Owe you a hundred million dollars?" Is he bullshiting me? _________________ Loud music was blasting throughout the crowded hall where the cage fight would take place. It was in the basement of an old building on Harrington's eastern outskirts.

he said finally. I smiled. “Don’t make me regret it, rockstar.” “No promises.” ⸻ The motel looked like it hadn’t been updated since the 80s—complete with a flickering neon sign that read Vacan y and a vending machine that only took quarters, if you were lucky. The pool out front was questionably clean, and the AC units buzzed like they were on their last breath. But honestly? I was just grateful for my van. I parked near the edge of the lot under the only tree tall enough to throw shade, popped open the back to let some breeze in for Tyler, and cracked a fresh can of lemon LaCroix. Luxury.

"And you can't come back with us. Not yet. Not until Cassidy has closed the gap and I've talked to my father and the execution order situation is formally resolved rather than just administratively held." Kira sets her fork down. "I know." "I'm not leaving you in the Ruins." "I know, Dante." Sage already has her phone out, scrolling. "There's a place called the Callahan Suites, three blocks from the Spire border. It's mid-range, cash bookings, no questions." She looks up. "I can get her a room under my name on a card that isn't connected to any pack account. Kitchenette, so she can get food in without ordering to the room."

No delays. Every second matters. If she’s still there… Please. Please let me not be too late. The motel appears just before dawn. Its faded sign leans sideways, one of the letters hanging by a single rusted bolt. TRIO A GLES MOTEL. The n has fallen off. The windows are shattered. Paint peels from every wall. Nature has begun reclaiming the building. Connor studies it. “This place hasn’t been operating for years.” “I don’t care.” I climb out before the vehicle fully stops. My wolf presses against my skin, desperate to shift. To hunt.

Matthew understood how serious this was. He grabbed the bottle and ran straight back to his room. I stayed where I was, fighting to hold back the burning desire in my body. Days of all this teasing left me feeling feverish and restless, with no relief in sight. It felt like I was actually getting sick. That night, I quietly called Matthew again. Right in front of him, I pumped several bottles of fresh milk. "I'm going home tomorrow. I don't want you to run out, so I'll pack a few bottles for you now. Don't finish it all at once, and put whatever you don't finish in the fridge. Got it?"

"Suffering is a price too cheap for you, Elara. I want you bound. I want you to feel what it's like to belong to someone who will never let you go, even if you beg until your last breath." After several hours of a tension-filled flight, they landed at a private island off the coast of Italy. A luxury resort owned by the Vaughn family had been cleared out just for them. Elara was guided by staff to the grand master suite, situated directly over the crystal-clear seawater. However, her footsteps faltered when she saw only one king-sized bed in the center of the room. "Where is your room, Xavier?" Elara asked as he entered, loosening his tie.

The detour wound through narrow back roads, water pooling along the edges, the world reduced to headlights and slick asphalt. Neither of us spoke. By the time we pulled into the motel’s gravel lot, night had fully settled. The place was small—two stories, flickering neon sign, the kind of place you stayed because you had no other choice. “Just for the night,” I said, more to myself than to her. Inside, the clerk barely looked up. “One room left.” “What?” Carmilla said in alarm. But I didn’t hesitate. “We have no choice. We’ll take it.”

“I’ll level with ya since you asked. If Lillian isn’t in town, then she’s probably in Three Forks.” Three Forks was thirty-minutes away. “What would she be doing there?” Marty exhaled. “Look, man, don’t shoot the messenger. All I say is you can probably find her at Thames Motel.” Ray stilled as he stared at the drunk. “A motel,” he sounded out slowly. “Yeah,” Marty slurred as he stood. “Just don’t kill the idiot. You do have two youngins to think about. Won’t do any good if -”

Cheap motels and rotten reapers Ellis suggested the Super 8 motel off the highway. "They have a free breakfast of coffee and stale leftovers from the Sugar Shack bakery," he sighed and I clapped, saying yummy. He shook his head as I held his waist. I told him to close his eyes as I transported us to the hidden side of the hotel. I glanced around and gritted my teeth realizing we were in the reaper Lestat's area. He and my mother had a long heated spat over what I didn't know nor care. I told Ellis that he needed to acquire the room for us and he smiled happily and said certainly. I watched him enter the lobby and frowned slightly seeing another guy with a gun in his pocket. Spying Lestat, I