Sundown Motel Book Novels & Stories

Since a killer is running loose in WhiSare, I will find him, make him pay and keep my friends safe. “I think my motives are none of your business,” I replied finally. She glanced at me again and said nothing but she nodded and I caught the respect in her eyes. “Fine. Your choice. Down Hills is a long way off though, if you don’t want to talk about your motives then you should sleep. We’ll probably get to Down Hills by midmorning.” Dawn was fast dispersing. The dashboard clock read 7: 03 am. Clouds were already gathering in the sky. I had slept late but I didn’t feel sleepy.

But I was not in the mood for violence, I needed to gather my wits and a telephone to call Ma. “I have the money, now all I need is a key.” I slapped the crisp one hundred dollar bill on the counter.” Just for a night, the fifty is for your excellent customer service.” He handed me the key with an overly large key chain that had the name of the motel. ‘Twinhills motel’ . I did not need to see the greedy look on the receptionist’s face as he pocketed the fifty dollars. Boy,people in Manhattan are very different from the people of Haven.

Emily The morning sun streams in through my bedroom window, signalling the fateful day has arrived. Today I leave behind my old life for a new future as Luna of Red Creed Pack. More importantly, today marks the first step toward achieving my long-awaited revenge. By this time tomorrow, I'll be far from the grasp of Dorian and Lily. Too far for them to continue hounding my steps. A knock sounds at the door before my mother enters, her smile tinged with melancholy. "Good morning, my darling. Are you all ready for your departure?"

And the city lights flickered far below them, unaware that a storm had just begun. The next morning, sunlight peeked through the dusty curtains of Room 3. Natalie stretched as she sat up on the bed, the black spellbook lying safely beside her, hidden under her pillow. Miguel was already awake, checking through the bag they packed last night. Cielo yawned as she fixed her messy hair. Natalie stood up and tied her hair into a quick ponytail. She turned toward the door and said, "Time to get more money." She stepped out of the room and walked down the creaky stairs to the motel front desk. The manager was still there, his face pale, eyes dull, still under her control.

Perfect for ghosts. "There," Adrian pointed to a faded sign. "Astoria Motor Lodge. Cash only." The motel looked like it hadn't been updated since 1975. Cracked concrete, rusted railings, the kind of place where drug deals happened and nobody cared. But it was anonymous, and anonymity was all we had left. Adrian parked away from the street, tucked between a delivery van and a pickup truck with a missing bumper. "Stay here," he said. "I'll get us a room."

The light is golden. "Do you want to drive?" he says. "No." "Why not." "Because I like watching you drive." "That is weird." "Probably." He glances at me. "You are staring again." "I am allowed to stare." "At what." "At you. Being present." He does not respond. He just drives. The road unwinds. The world turns. --- We stop at a motel. Not a hotel. A motel. The kind with doors that open to the parking lot and a sign that flickers and a bedspread that has seen better decades.

"I'm just a man with a truck and a very dangerous passenger." We stopped at a small, sun-bleached motel in a town that didn't even have a stoplight. The "Old Oak Inn." The air here was heavy with the smell of cut grass and woodsmoke. It was a place where the internet was a rumor and the only surveillance was the curious stare of the old man behind the front desk.

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.

She had eliminated Grey and made herself look like a hero in the process. My phone rang. It was my assistant. "Mr. Blackwood, I checked on that motel like you asked." "What did you find?" "There was a fire there earlier tonight, sir. The Riverside Motel on Highway 9. Room 23 was completely destroyed. Everything was burned." My blood went cold. I had met Grey just few hours ago in that room. Now it was conveniently destroyed along with any evidence he might have had there. "Sir? Are you there?" "Yes. Thank you." I hung up.

she says and hands my card back with a receipt. "Is there a hotel around here?" I ask, lifting my purchase. She pinched her lips and tilted her head thinking. "Yes but they suck, the motel down left at the corner is ok and the owner keeps it clean," she smiles and nods. "Have a nice day Nyx," she grins and goes back to reading. I nodded and kept my eyes on her as I exited the shop. Once outside I quickly added my glamor and headed to the motel. I'm planning on sticking around a while. I get a single bed and pay a week in advance. The owner was a kind, elderly man and gave me lots of information on where the best place was to eat, explained about the one single bar that was in this suburb of