The Innkeeper Novels & Stories

Mira beckoned to Eldion to hurry up as she went up the few steps going to the porch of the inn. “Come, Eldion. Let’s stay here for the night,” Mira told her companion, urging him to follow quickly. When the two friends entered the small door, they were met by the owner of the inn. She was a slim woman with wide eyes and was about to close the door when Mira and Eldion came in. “We need a large room to stay for the night and some dinner,” said Mira after exchanging pleasantries with the innkeeper. “Oh, I thought no one would be interested in coming here,” said the woman after what they did to my door.

She again thanked him,"Thank you, l love this house." They stepped inside the room, the room was very beautiful . In the center of the room, there was a large king size bed . The room was painted with white color making the room look bigger, there were so many candle stands in the room giving the room a romantic environment. There are all the luxurious items in the room, the room has roses spread all over the room . The candles are burning , making the room look like the first night. He shook his head seeing the decoration , he called one servant and asked,” Who asked you to do this decoration ?” “ Sir, it’s your mother who asked us to decorate the room,” The servant informed him, loweri

I turned around and saw a punk with blond hair and a sleazy air all over him swaggering over. "I'm the landlord. You were looking for me?" He squinted his eyes and sized me up from head to toe. "Where's Mr. Lawson?" I frowned. My apartment had always been managed by Mr. Lawson from the agency, and he had been very responsible. "Looks like you've done your homework and know my uncle's surname," he said smugly. "I'll be honest with you, my uncle's on a business trip. This place is my turf now!"

Even though I didn't know why he said he wouldn't know how to explain to the Alpha King, I knew that the stunt I pulled earlier was really wild and life-threatening so I nodded, “Alright I won't, ” When we entered the inn, I found out that it wasn’t just any inn. It was like an inn with a pub and there were other kinds of beings except for werewolves. “Humans…they are humans, ” Dolphus whispered in my ears. “Be careful.” “Hello, customers, how can we help you?” The lady on the counter greeted me warmly with a huge smile on her face. “Hello, we would like to lodge for a night in your inn. We are five in total, how much is five rooms?”

Her heart was filled with memories of her beloved husband and daughter, both taken from her far too soon. The inn, where she had decided to stay for the duration of her visit, was a quaint three-story building with a welcoming aura. Samantha, the owner of the inn, had been a dear friend to Magdalena since their teenage years. They had shared countless stories, joys, and sorrows, creating a bond that had stood the test of time.

He would frequently invite me to join them whenever he was home, which only intensified my longing for Fenelle’s delicate form; I found myself wanting her multiple times throughout the day. However, before I could truly satisfy my cravings, Sam had to depart for an extended trip lasting nearly a month. Although I tried to restrain myself for a few days after his departure, the tension became unbearable. Fenelle, having grown accustomed to the attention of both men, was equally restless and would occasionally retreat in private to seek her own relief during the day. One afternoon, I discovered her in the bedroom attempting to take care of herself. I burst in, catching her completely off guard

Boots squeaked on the threshold; rainwater ran from her hem in thin, angry threads. “Traveler?” the innkeeper called from behind the bar, voice wary, as if he’d seen too many desperate people arrive with their stories already spilling out of them. “You look - ” “I need a room,” Elowen said, and hated how small her voice sounded beneath the roar of the storm. She didn’t ask for help. She didn’t look for pity. She only slid a pouch across the counter with fingers that refused to stop trembling. The innkeeper’s gaze flicked to the pouch, then to her face, then away - polite enough not to stare, careful enough to believe in conseque

Mr. Gabelman was struck speechless, his eyes bloodshot and bulging. "This is all Isla—she's holding a grudge! Madison had nowhere to go, so Mr. Gabelman arranged for her to stay at Isla's place. Isla refused—that's her problem!" Hannah was shaking as she tried to defend Madison. My voice was ice-cold. "If Madison had nowhere to go, and you two are so close, why didn't you take her in? Mr. Gabelman is her brother-in-law—why would he send her to stay with a stranger? Unless... they were afraid someone would find out about their dirty little secret?"

Nothing too flashy or expensive and was built entirely out of the woods. "Hi, there" a man that looked like he was in his early fifties with dark hair and a tint of gray hair and glasses greeted us. "Welcome to our inn, sirs and ma" He bowed. "Give us your best rooms here" The man narrowed his eyes suspiciously at us and said. "You're not from around here are you?" "That's none of your business, give us your best rooms here, or shall we take out business elsewhere?" Zachary snapped.

The man opened the door and let me in. The owner of this inn is named Jor Halsen. He also explained a few things about this inn. The inn has two other workers. I'd know right away when I saw the name identifiers they had. In addition, this inn only provides breakfast for free. The rest will add to its costs. "If there's anything you need, feel free to ask me or another employee," Jor told me and was about to leave the room. "Wait, I have something to ask you," I stopped him.