Shady Nook Resort Wi Novels & Stories

She mumbled with a pout. “There’s a resort about an hour's drive from here.” The dark forest was not all trees and bushes. It had packs, malls, lodges and schools for supernaturals. Right now we were passing through no man’s land but there was a reserve for animals some kilometers away. There was also a resort for those who wanted to rest or camp and have a tour to check out the different animals in the reserve. “Ok… we can rest. My bum is paining from sitting for too long.” Ariana pouted again and I chuckled. She was such a baby.

At least, that was my theory. Had the drunk shifter been either quieter or a bit less drunk, I probably wouldn’t have heard of the den or their accommodations at all. Go two-for-one-beer night. “What was the name again?” I asked myself, hoping that I could recall the exact name of the place. I did, and a few minutes later, I’d made a reservation. Perhaps Bruin Ridge was the place the guy on the bicycle had been thinking of. “I got us a cabin and this one says there are no refunds,” I growled at my beast. Not that he would care about money. If he had his way, he’d be sleeping outside more often than not.

Well, that's a mood. Although we arrive at night because of the delay in the shuttle buses, I still get to see how gorgeous the city is. The upscale resort we're staying at is huge. It has a bunch of four-story hotels, two pools and two beaches on either side of the resort. The rooms are highly upgraded and offer access to a lounge with free breakfast and snacks. There are also two restaurants with ocean view terraces plus a business center. The twenty-eight of us are staying in one building including the Kingston boys who are no less than twenty, making us a total of Forty-Eight.

I want some time alone with my wife and even though I might have overreacted and willing to admit fault and learn from it she's the only person that I will admit fault to as for everyone else I will not. "I stopped by the house and knocked on the door. There was no security but the Scion was clear it was a couple of guest houses that were built for people who wanted to come to the resort to vacation and they wanted a home away from home so if someone was visiting the resort they would be in this side of town and not in our part of the resort the security is much more different than our security and this part of the resort is an actual fact result for guests and people that are fitted so anyo

When the sun starts to set, Nash pulls into a single story motel outside of Joshua Tree National Park. “We’re about halfway to the border,” Nash says, hopping off his motorcycle before helping me down. “Best to stay here for the night.” “I don’t have money for a motel,” I say, crossing my arms. If I had my way, we’d just keep going through the night. “Don’t worry about that,” Nash insists. Before I can protest, he saunters into the front office and books us a room with two beds. The clerk gives us each a dented up silver key attached to a giant plastic keychain in the shape of a cactus and tells us that we’re in room 3.

Hannah said. “Have there been any animal attacks in recent years?” I inquired. “No, that’s why I think it shouldn’t be a problem.” “Unless there is another reason why they don’t want the resort opened.” “What other reason could there be?” “The noise, distractions etc. I think the locals want the town to be quiet and peaceful.” “Yeah, sounds reasonable but I will promise them that we won’t make it rowdy. It will not be a club or something like that. I just want a place where tourists and locals can relax conveniently and safely.”

It was barely four in the evening. The floorboards were weathered and the table somewhat tacky. Relying on the light coming through western-facing windows, Blue couldn’t comment on the ceiling lamps—only two of which were functional. Sun slipping behind the dense hedging that was the central business district, she worried that she was keeping the café open; and as such, lack of natural lighting was not usually an issue.

Shane and Alpha Rob had still been in negotiations to buy the place. It had been a human-owned resort at one time but with all of the shutdowns that happened during covid the already struggling business went under. I know that our pack's main source of income that deals with hotel supplies took a hit too, but we have enough other investments and such that we were able to not feel it too bad. I skimmed over the proposed plans for this place on the drive out here since they were making me come anyway. It seems like a good solid idea. There are not many places that I werewolf can go on vacation and still be able to shift and run in wolf form. This is what this place will be. It will be a year-

Spent my night watching over her drunken self to be sure she didn’t get dragged off to a dark corner with her head ripped off. Stretching my bones. I headed out of the hotel to get a run in the woods. A guarded forest is reserved in the resort for anyone who wants to shift and exercise their wolves a bit. What is more interesting is the changing room you can enter before heading into the woods. Just so we wouldn’t end up butt-naked on our way out. I love this place. Building this sort of resort in the Redmoon pack wouldn’t be so bad. It would be an extension of my company.

I tugged Griff’s arm and pushed through the crowd, hoping she would get the hint that neither of us needed any extra sets of eyes on our backs. “Why?” She lowered her gun. “No one’s supposed to know we’re here.” Boris jogged up to Larissa and tilted his head, trying to see who was concealing their identity under Griff’s cloak. “Alpha.” I snarled. So much for entering the Isle of Wight incognito. Turning to look the pair full in the face, I asked, “What are you two doing here?” “We work for a resort called Nectar Moon.” Boris hooked a thumb over his shoulder and pointed at a white car emblazoned with its logo. “Our boss gives us a commission each time we get someone to stay the night.”