The Sun Down Motel Novels & Stories

The car started moving fast. “Where are we going?” I asked quietly. Havisham looked out the window. “A private place. No interruptions this time. You have been busy with the Cross family and your neighbor. I need to remind you who you answer to.” The drive felt long. My mind raced with worries about Chloe, the children, and the USB drive hidden back at the cabin. Finally the car stopped at a small motel on the edge of town. It looked quiet and hidden. Havisham paid the man at the front desk with cash. We went to the last room at the end of the building.

“They’ll come for us. Damien. The cops. Everyone.” We ditched the SUV at a rundown motel on the highway outskirts. Paid cash. The room smelled of smoke and desperation, perfect for us. The moment the door locked, I slammed her against it. Her legs wrapped around me as I freed my cock and buried it balls-deep in her dripping cunt.

Grandpa, help me. I couldn't even say the words before everything went dark. When I opened my eyes again, it was already the next afternoon. I groggily sat up, realizing I was in a strange hotel room, completely naked and in pain. I was groggy, and disturbing fragments of memory flashed through my mind. Calvin and Jack...they violated me. If I wasn't mistaken, they even recorded a video. Fear and helplessness instantly took over my mind. "What should I do? My life... it's ruined! Call the police! I need to call the police!"

“Such good taste you have, my Prince,” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm as we pull up to the motel. The building is dull and unimpressive, the word *Motel* spelled out in flickering neon letters on a sign. The *O* is burned out, leaving the sign to read *M tel*. A few rundown cars are scattered across the lot, and a handful of humans loiter around, their voices carrying through the night air. Our car, a sleek black Audi, is by far the fanciest thing here, and it doesn’t take long for us to draw attention.

We drove for several minutes before Diane spoke again. “It's just up there,” she said, pointing to a neon sign glowing in the distance. “Pine Lodge.” I nodded, turning into the gravel parking lot. The motel was a single-story affair, rooms arranged in an L-shape around the parking area. A There was a vacancy sign buzzing in the window of the office. As soon as I parked the car, she said. “Thanks for the ride. You've been a lifesaver.” “No problem, and good luck with your car situation,” I replied.

Dimitri responded glancing at the clock. We'd just taken the exit to Billings. Dimitri navigated the foreign streets effortlessly, and before long we were parking in the lot of a hotel situated in a bustling part of downtown. There were a couple of casinos across the street, and there was a Starbucks attached to the hotel. This seemed like a good place for Strigoi to go about hunting. The late-night casinos would overlap the early morning coffee goers. "How secure is this place?" I asked hesitantly, not allowing Christian or Lissa out of the car until I knew just what we were getting into.

j waved at the band as he stepped on to the stage and grabs the mic and began his small speech. "Ladies and gentlemen you might already know who I am. I am T.j and I am Alpha Kyle's beta. We are honored to have so many different packs here." said T.j Alpha Kyle clapped after T.J's speech as he walked onto the stage. T.j handed him the mic. "Good evening everyone. Welcome to Moon Valley I hope everyone enjoys their time in our pack. Now let's have the band continue their magic." He went to the bar and grabbed a scotch with ice and just watched people mill around. Alpha Atticus was wondering around as if didn't have a care in the world. " asshole" muttered Kyle

“What is the name of the motel?” “I don’t know, it was something like sunlight, please. I’m begging you," he gasped. “Think harder.” I pressed. "Alright, it was Sunrise. Sunrise Motel—that's the name, I swear.” He rushed his words. I let go of him and pulled him back in. I threw him on the floor and kicked him in the ribs. He groaned and curled up in pain.

parking lot, I receive a text message from Zeke. “Booking confirmed. Keeley will come to you @ 17:30. Reservation @ Motel 5 on Hollywood Blvd under Jessa Monroe. Text back when you have the room number.” I relay the information to Mary Sue, who rolls her eyes and responds, “Motel 5. Great. The hotel that makes Motel 6 look like the Ritz Carlton.”

I let go of the bars and sat on the dirt again, listening to him attentively, “What do you mean?” “The motel belongs to the owner of the restaurant. So, whoever goes there and checks in is reported straight to the restaurant. Well, the motel doesn't have food services, so you have no choice but to go out and search,” he replied, “they lure you in, jump you for trespassing and throw you in here while they ransack your stuff for anything valuable. It's horrible! A town loaded with criminals.” I regarded him dejectedly, “Sure you wouldn't want to take your own advice? You told me not to speak bad about them.”