Mermaid Motel Novels & Stories

It wasn’t a place for a prince to go walking alone at night. Or a woman, for that matter. Mila’s motel was arguably the worst building on the block. The paint was peeling from the shutters, and one of the stairs leading up to the main entrance was completely broken. One of the windows–I prayed that it wasn’t one in Mila’s room–was shattered and covered over with cardboard. Mila ducked her head as we approached the main steps, or what was left of them. Through our bond, I could tell she felt embarrassed. I smiled at her, an attempt at reassurance.

REFUGE Lara entered the destination for the nearest motel on her cell phone's GPS, and a fifteen-minute drive away appeared on the screen. It was a luxurious motel, and they requested a suite with a bathtub and a pool. She loved rooms with pools and jacuzzis, and she was glad to know that this motel had such suites available at that late hour. She stepped into the shower, took a quick bath, and then got into the bathtub to relax while Murilo took his shower. She took a sip from his hidden flask of alcohol and ordered a cold cut platter to not only mask the smell of the drink but also line her stomach.

she moaned, took a seven inches fat cylindrical object and dashed to the bathroom. Exactly at five minutes to seven, Ember was in front of a building, which could be called a motel rather than a hotel. "Can't he take a proper room in a nice hotel?" she flinched. The wheezing sound of the wind, the rustling sound of the dried leaves and the deserted eerie place ran a sharp shiver down her spine. The red lighting inside the so-called hotel and the scattered used condoms made her pulse sprint. ~ Tring! Tring! ~

When Six got the call from Jason, we weren’t too far past Nashville so it was an easy flip around. The motel we pulled up to was an improvement over the usual shitholes Six stayed at. The upkeep was going on, and it didn’t look like meth heads were around. The two-story building was older, but the white paint was in good condition, the roof jet black, and the asphalt had a recent layer added. “Nice motel. I was really starting to get afraid of what STDs I was going to pick up in the cesspools you like,” I said as Six pulled into a parking spot.

The Silver Moon Pack's mansion stood tall and imposing as Alpha Jake and Mara arrived. The grandeur of the building was undeniable, and its walls seemed to hold countless stories and secrets within. As they entered the mansion, Alpha Jake led Mara through the spacious hallways to a comfortable guest room. The room was tastefully decorated, with deep blue and silver accents that reflected the pack's emblem. A large, plush bed dominated the center of the room, adorned with soft, moon-themed cushions and throws. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle, ethereal glow inside.

Tears stream down my face as I realize I cannot get away from him. I hear the sound of Maxim unzipping his pants… Nikolai We arrive at the motel, located on the outskirts of the city, that Alexei discovered on the dark web. I can see that it is a run-down, dilapidated, two-story building. The paint on the outside of the small motel is peeling, and the windows are covered in grime and dust. The neon sign on the roof is barely visible and flickers erratically, advertising vacancies in a feeble attempt to attract customers.

Meet me here tonight? I attach the address: The Meridian Motel & Restaurant. Not some seedy spot—clean, upscale, quiet. The kind of place with a rooftop restaurant that overlooks the city lights, good wine list, steaks that melt, and rooms upstairs that don’t ask questions. Perfect cover. Dinner first. Then… whatever we want. Selene: Meridian? Fancy. 😏 Me: Figured we deserve it. I’m heading there now. Grab something sexy. I’ll get us a table.

I wasn’t that crazy to start a shootout with all those cops, just because Montero had missed the feel of roaring down the highway in his Charger. I walked into Mermaid Cabin, a dive bar that made the Tambayan Rolling Barrel Bar & Restaurant look like a five-star hotel. As I scanned the dark room for my buddies, I was almost ready for a second tonight. I hated being stood up—those two should have known better than to keep me waiting like some chump. Two waiters were wiping down ripped tablecloths that looked only marginally cleaner than the dumpster I’d just left. Marina Martin herself walked toward me. Though Bella wasn’t the right word to describe her plain, pock-marked face, she was anothe

Psychological vivisection. **<< Truck, >>** Winters deduced, his voice cutting through Silas’s distress. **<< Transporting Mack. Away from the river. >>** He glanced at the fuel gauge. **<< Need fuel. Shelter. Soon. >>** They found it in the form of an abandoned roadside motel, a relic of a forgotten highway. The "Sunset Rest" was a row of crumbling cabins, windows boarded, paint peeling like sunburned skin. It looked like the perfect place to get murdered, which also made it the perfect place to hide. Winters pulled the van behind the most intact-looking cabin, killing the lights and engine.

He sighted them. "I will call you back." He whispered into the phone and dropped it on the desk, staring at Lucinda and Medusa. "Hello! Hello! Who do we have here?" The man said in a girly tone. Medusa was still trying to figure out if the place was a hotel. "What is this place?" Lucinda asked. "It’s a motel, honey; how can I help you?" He asked, extending his hand to shake Medusa's; Medusa shook him, smiling. Lucinda studied the man’s movements and behavior, lifting her upper lip in disgust. She wondered why he was acting like a woman.