The Sun Down Motel Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

MOTEL Lucifer's head ached to get out of bed, he looked around and saw a Printed Flyer. "SOGO?" He closed his eyes and looked at the Wallet, cellphone and car keys next to him. "So, she brought me here?" He whispered and smiled. It was as if Lucifer was pulled out when he suddenly left the Motel. Her hair was still messy and she was obviously newly awake. He just got to Drive thru for coffee, because he was going straight to the Studio. He didn't want to fail, and his bandmates would be even angrier if he didn't show up because of his lack. "Yes hello?" He answers the cellphone. "Lucifer! We've been looking for you all night!" Jam exclaimed on the other line. "I'm sorry, I'm going to the stu

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.

Caroline Nothing happened on our first day at the Sert Motel. At least, nothing remarkable. The day came just like every other day, dressed up in blue lights and sun-filled scars. Marco and I wake up at exactly eight. It is an overly bright day, kind of hard to miss. We drink coffee, eat waffles, and sneak into the garden by the side of the motel. Then we played some songs and followed a few of the guests down the slippery road to the small lake. Marco takes his shirt off and dances.

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.

I just pray Jack can’t detect it any more than he already has. Soon enough, night falls and we’re traveling underneath a waxing moon down a desolate highway, Jack’s plush hotel reservation, nothing but a distant fantasy. Weary and with tempers are flaring, we roll into a lonely crossroads motel, a relic of the bygone Route 66 era. In the parking lot, its winking neon sign hums a feeble tune in the darkness, promising false luxuries like cable TV and swamp coolers. Kadeem holds open the door to the lobby and we carefully avoid each other’s eyes. The lobby smells of burnt coffee and bleach. It’s cramped and threadbare, with worn out carpet and dated sheets of wood paneling on the walls.

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