Norman Bates Motel Novels & Stories

The white picket fence was just screaming at her to move there and open a bakery. A vacancy sign for a deserted motel shone below the tree line just a few blocks over in the distance. When Jade parked in front of the long red brick building, there was only one other vehicle in the parking lot. She quickly moved under the bright moonlight, entering the dimly lit reception area. A brunette woman gazed up at her in surprise as the overhead bell letting out a jingle. She laid down the magazine she'd been reading on top of a countertop that was filled with an assortment of bear figurines and adjusted the frames to her glasses, pushing them further up her nose. Jade glanced around the room, realiz

And the Bates Motel was just a cozy little getaway… Thinking she must be out of her ever-loving mind, Razl pulled into the lot—not because he planned on leaving her there, but simply because he wanted to be able to focus on the argument they were about to have without the distraction of driving. He was just slowing down to pull into a parking space, when the sign for the building next door caught his eye. It was a women’s shelter, and he suddenly realized why Tourmaline had chosen this particular establishment. She had no intention of getting a room at the creepy, sleep-with-a-knife-under-your-pillow motel, because she planned on staying at the shelter.

~TORIN~ The motel room smelled like bleach, like someone had tried to sanitize sin and failed. I sat on the edge of the bed with my boots still on, shirt half unbuttoned, phone face-down beside my thigh. The screen stayed dark. No buzz. No new message from Burdock. No update from Rook. No nothing. Silence was supposed to be a gift out here: it wasn’t. It was a dare. Across the room, Surgeon, Mikael Simpson by birth, stood at the window with the curtain cracked two fingers wide, watching the parking lot like the asphalt might offer him a whiskey if he stared at it long enough.

, I stood by the window of my mother’s motel, watching the road. And then, I saw it. A white Benz pulled up in front of the building. My heart skipped a beat. I stepped closer to the window. On the license plate, it was boldly written: “NORMAN.” Of course. Richard had sent a driver to pick me up. I swallowed hard. This was it. It wasn’t just a family meeting. It was a trap— or maybe a test. But I had already decided. I was going. And whatever Richard planned, he was going to face me.

Josh seems to be unconscious, which was probably caused by the massive lump on his head. Slowly I reach out a hand and shake him. He lets out a groan and opens his eyes extremely slowly. As he gets up he looks around for his attacker but can’t find it. I glance at the monster, well what use to be the monster. It had lost its entire colour, now just greyish colours like the sky on an overcast day; it’s eyes just black holes in its head. Josh looks up and see’s Ash and says “What’s that dickhead doing here? And why are you here Natalie?” “I could ask you the same question Josh. Ash and

Just trying my voice out,’ I said. He stood there not sure why, his right hovering towards the gun. Pale face and flat black eyes and olive Italian skin and nose that seemed well-wracked to both sides. “Maybe you need to be restrained,” he thought aloud. “I’m fine, Norman. No worries. Had a beauty sleep. Where am I, by the way?” “Where you belong, traitorous bitch.” “Swell place,” I said. “Nice people, cool, atmospheric. Nice to meet you, Norman. Bye now. I am off to bed for more nightmares.”

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.

Something dangerous. Sometimes what breaks us also forges us. The motel came into view like an afterthought. Two stories. Flickering neon sign that buzzed faintly. The kind of place people passed through, not stayed. Perfect. Bella pushed the door open and stepped inside. The receptionist barely looked up at first. Nails clicking against a keyboard. A tired sigh. "Yes?" "I need a room," Bella said evenly. The woman glanced at her, eyes lingering just long enough to make a judgment. Her gaze swept over the worn sack, the prison-pale skin, the hollow look. "Cash upfront."

He was still standing there, one hand gripping the banister, the other clenched at his side. I didn’t stop. The drive to the motel was short… twenty minutes of winding roads and my own racing thoughts. The place was exactly as Marcus had described: a low, faded building with flickering neon signs and rooms facing the parking lot. I parked near the office, heart thudding against my ribs as I walked up to the counter. The clerk, an older man with tired eyes, barely looked up. “Room 12,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Marcus sent me.”

I’m fine. There was a sob on the other end of the line. "Norman? Oh God, I thought... I saw the news, I thought they were going to keep you forever. Where are you? Are you alone?" Norman looked at me, his eyes pleading for a split second before he masked it. "I'm on the road. I managed to shake the tail. Are you at the lodge?" "No," she whispered. "I manage to pay for a cheap motel. I'm running out of cash, Norman. I can't access the bank."