The Wandering Inn Novels & Stories

The cold wind blew, and the red wine Lucille spilled on my gown seeped into my skin, chilling me to the bone. Judgmental gazes followed me as I left the event hall, but not a single person stepped forward to help. Then, a sharp pain twisted through my abdomen, turning my face pale. I couldn’t help but crouch down as warm liquid trickled down my thighs. Reaching out, I pleaded, "Can someone… help me?" Unfortunately, everyone backed away.

“Bring me a bottle of bourbon. I want to get drunk tonight." After driving for three hours aimlessly, Xander decided to stop at a bar with tacky neon lights that he found after exiting the interstate. The bar was next door to the Holliday Inn, which was offering empty rooms for forty dollars a night. Xander saw that the Holliday Inn was founded not to attract tourists who needed a place to stay during their long journey, but to attract bar patrons who needed an empty room for a few hours of satisfying sex.

They destroyed my entire life in one night. I pulled myself together, packed up my remaining possessions, and left in a hurry. I waited in an alleyway not far from the inn for the entire day, feeling everything and nothing at the same time. When night fell and the inhabitants of the small city had all drawn their curtains, I slipped back into the inn. It was very late, and the innkeeper was snoring loudly in his room. I picked his lock and quietly made my way to the side of his bed.

This was going to be a very long night. "Here you are, my dears." The innkeeper bustled in, her arms stacked with two extra blankets and another pillow. "Let me know if you think you'll need more. Oh, and I've left you some tea and biscuits over there on the table. The loo is just over here - there's a nice soaking tub. I know how achy you can be after walking the trail all day." She deposited the blankets on the settee and wiped her hands, turning toward Sloane. "You don't have to look so embarrassed, my dear. This isn't the first time I've had an unmarried couple share a room in my inn. I might be old, but I'm not a prude." She gave another one of those knowing winks.

Her money was running out but Wendy had no choice, she had to manage. It had been two weeks since she had ran away from her husband's house without saying a word. She had dropped her phone before leaving and she wondered how he would be. She prayed to the skies that he was safe. Wendy was lying down looking at the ceiling when she heard a knock on her door. It seemed to be room service. The owner of the inn also ran room service by himself. He said he had children but they were all away so he had to do everything by himself. He was an old man, maybe in his seventies. She really pitied him.

Jenna's POV As I head back to my room, the embers of Greta’s words still smolder in my chest, sparking an unexpected fire. I can’t quite shake the idea that’s taken root in my mind—this old inn, worn but sturdy, could be more than just a shelter. Greta has given us a roof, and maybe that’s all she meant it to be, but I feel it could become so much more. The council and their spies may be relentless, yet the thought of creating a place of true refuge here, hidden away from their reach, fills me with a hope I haven’t felt in a long time.

She could feel the worms wriggling in her heart, the squirming of the worms made her stomach queasy. However, her attention was suddenly diverted as a gust of cold wind swept across her face, and blew her long hair. The gust of wind carried voices whispering in her ear, not the whispers of the surrounding leaves, but other whispers that she could understand. Leah looked left and right, it seemed that no one felt the gust of wind and whispers except for her. Even Mia and Grace who were standing so close to her didn't feel what she felt. The whisper called her name, she was sure. Not the sound of the wind, or the voices in her head, someone called her name

His hair fluttered as I call his name. A gentle smile flashed on his face as he reached out to my hand. “Let’s go.” The inn was humble and clean. They served us water first and asked for our order. They have some menus too. “What’s this inn called again?” “Viscant Inn. It was owned by the Tradiskano.” Him again? He seems to have a lot of businesses, just like he was everywhere in the world. “Did he recommend this to you?” He slowly nodded. He tries so hard to promote. Does he need money that much?

She felt so much pain in her heart 'til she could no longer feel anything. She was walking on the lonely road alone without a place to go. She was just walking aimlessly to where her feet led her to. And then suddenly, Rhyan came and asked her to come with him. Even before his hand landed on her skin, Aubrey stumbled down in fright. She was looking at him with fear and disgust in her eyes and Rhyan was angered by her actions.

Their security came first, second and third. “It’s already quarter past ten, sir.” Wency glanced at the wall clock. “And that’s a perfect time for a drink. Small towns like these? People are already tucked in bed. Nobody would notice me here.” Part of the break that Chairman Roby gave him was for him to choose any quiet place for his vacation. Caden chose his childhood town. That was where he first dreamed, where he first sang with a crowd, and where he met Sean, their manager. “If you say so,” Wency said, motioning toward the door. “I’ll get the car ready.”