The Sun Down Motel Novels & Stories

It was hard to see the reality though as her husband was not a violent person. The car came to a halt when they were stuck in Traffic. Darkness was slowly descending and it seemed everyone was in a hurry to get home. Cars were looking for every little space to maneuver the other. Mark kept a hand on the steering, propelling the car slowly then he used his free palm to caress her cheek. She looked at him, her lips pulled up in a smile, her eyes beaming. His eyes were still on the road even as he began to play their favorite song by the popular Nigerian singer, Tuface.

The car peeled away just as another round of gunfire erupted, bullets pinging off the rear bumper. “Where the hell are we going?” Damian demanded. “Somewhere safe,” Martin said, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. --- The drive was tense and silent, the sound of Sage’s heavy breathing the only noise inside the car. They finally arrived at a run-down motel on the outskirts of the city. Martin parked in the shadows, motioning for everyone to follow him inside. The motel room was sparse but clean, with peeling wallpaper and a faint smell of bleach. Martin double-checked the locks on the door before collapsing into a chair, his face pale.

Blair noticed and covered them with her own, holding them down. When the car slowed, I lifted my head. A small motel sat on the corner. Its paint peeled, and the neon sign above buzzed and flickered. Some of the letters didn’t light up. The Uber stopped. Adam paid the driver and opened the door. The night air outside felt colder here. Blair helped me out first, her arm still around me. Adam walked close on my other side. The motel smelled faintly of damp and old coffee. The neon sign snapped every few seconds, the sound sharp in the quiet street.

I sobbed uncontrollably. "Damn you for dragging me into this!" I screamed. Speeding towards the address on the paper Dante had given me, I kept glancing at the rearview mirror, half-expecting to see flashing lights or a car pursuing me. —None. The street was empty. It was just me, alone, driving. The motel loomed ahead, a faded neon sign flickering sporadically "Sunset Vista," it read, the "S" fading out. Pulling into the nearly deserted parking lot, I could hear my heart pound. The place looked like it hadn't been renovated since the '70s, the kind of place that held an eerie secret.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and sat there on the side of the highway, door open, legs shaking, trying to remember how to breathe. I pulled myself back into the car and kept driving slowly, even if my mouth tasted like acid and failure. The sun was setting when I finally found a motel. The Sunset Inn, the sign said—generous considering the place looked like it had seen better days in 1987. Peeling paint, flickering neon sign, parking lot full of potholes. Perfect. The clerk was an old woman with grey hair and eyes that had seen too much. She barely glanced at me when I paid forty-three dollars in cash for a room. No ID required. The plastic tag boldly read Room 12.

Again wearing armor. “Oh, it’s you! You scared me to death!” Danyel let out a big sigh. “Thank god it wasn’t another Lisdonian killer!” Gianna uttered. She felt so relieved. She was looking for a place to stop for a while because she was tired of running away from the enemies. Ever seen the Sun and the Moon appear in the sky at the same time? If Danyel looked up at the sky that moment, he could definitely see that. Yasvie was still hiding behind Danyel. She was much shorter than Danyel, so Gianna did not notice her at first. When Yasvie felt that whoever came was not an enemy, she showed up.

Cheap motels and rotten reapers Ellis suggested the Super 8 motel off the highway. "They have a free breakfast of coffee and stale leftovers from the Sugar Shack bakery," he sighed and I clapped, saying yummy. He shook his head as I held his waist. I told him to close his eyes as I transported us to the hidden side of the hotel. I glanced around and gritted my teeth realizing we were in the reaper Lestat's area. He and my mother had a long heated spat over what I didn't know nor care. I told Ellis that he needed to acquire the room for us and he smiled happily and said certainly. I watched him enter the lobby and frowned slightly seeing another guy with a gun in his pocket. Spying Lestat, I

She dropped the phone in her lap and started the car. The Riverside Motel was a closed down two-story motel, vacant for the past three years. It sat on the east side of Highway One along the Indian River. No one went there. Faith pulled in and saw Edwin's truck facing the river. She parked beside him, got out of her truck and into his, her chest a cage of fluttering butterflies. He leaned against the driver's door, his cock already a bulge in his pants aimed at her. That cocky grin that warmed between her thighs just stared at her. "You know why you're here?" His voice made it more a statement than a question.

She was met with the coldness of the air conditioning and sighed heavily, turning to look at the driver smiling at her in the V-mirror. "Where to?" He asked, starting the engine and pulling out of his parking spot. "505 West 6th Street. Paz motel," Peach said as she rested her head back, closing her eyes and enjoying the cool wind on her face. Finally, after a while, the cab parked in front of the motel, and Peach paid the driver before opening the door and stepping outside into the chilly afternoon air. Her mind was disturbed as she made her way through the front door, and then she froze, looking at the spotless tiles and cleaned walls