Ahs: Hotel Tristan Novels & Stories

She said, making her way to the ward. “Nina….” Jace called out. “Please, Jace. I want to know.” Nina insisted. “I think you should let the police handle it.” He urged. She ignored him and turned to Richard. “Is there a way to know where Asher might be?” “Yes, do you want to know?” Richard asked dumbly. “Of course I do. And I hope Dawn gets arrested before I get to her. Where is Asher?” “He was lodging in a Bon Hotel the last time we checked him. Room 312. But I am not sure he would still be there, considering what just happened.”

The wonderful landscape, view of the sky, and buildings surrounding the tallest hotel, where the Penthouse is located, is another reason people wouldn't mind going broke just to spend a night or take a few pictures. This hotel, Ash Hotels, is one of the many hotels, rumored to be owned by Ash, the underworld Lord, which is why no one had been able to openly covet the heaven on earth building. Standing before Ash, who appeared to be lost, was Roy, who seemed to have been reporting a matter to him. "...so, our people stopped their goods from reaching the coast… Boss… Boss… Boss!" Roy called him a couple of times before gently shaking him back to life. He sighed and asked. "Are you feeling unwe

He exit the room first and Hailey gave me a high five as we both giggle uncontrollably. AT ROSS FAMILY HOTEL We finally arrived at the hotel as we all took an elevator to the top floor, this whole time Tristan, hasn't talk to me nor is he even sparing me a look, he's ignoring me. It's not like I care, I don't like him after all he's a dick, but it stings so bad. When we got to the top floor I was beyond amazed, the place was like a Willow and white gala, the person hosting the gala must be rich, I let myself explore the building, until I bumped into someone.

Elvis replied as he marched angrily away. "Yes boss." The two young men said and followed swiftly. * (WESTERN BEAUTY HOTEL) "Welcome, Mr Tristan Delaware. Your room number is 05. Please, make your way upstairs while I help you with your bag." The porter said in his professional voice. Tristan said nothing as he only sighed and walked up the long flight of stairs. The hotel was a big one with a large reception. It was almost midnight but the place was still as busy as an airport station.

Asher locked gazes with Tristan, and Tristan was taken aback by the rage storming within the depths of his irises. “I’m going to sue that fucking restaurant,” he seethed, though his voice was low to avoid disturbing Jasmine. Tristan nodded as he shared in Asher’s sentiment, then at that moment, he remembered the suspicious behavior he had observed from Charlotte Lane. “Let’s talk outside.” He tipped his head toward the door. “There’s something I have to tell you.” Asher hesitated then spared Jasmine a glance before following Tristan out. “What is it?” He asked the moment the door shut behind him and Tristan.

Tristan continues, "I lied the other times. I knew I didn't love those women. I just wanted to practice." "Tristan, you can't have Jade-" "Who are you to tell me I can't have her? I'll have her tomorrow after your ridiculous conference. Let me see..." Pausing, he removes Adrianne's itinerary from his pant pocket and reads, "Yes, she's in room 6078 at Manhattan Regal." Abrupt, he stops reading and watches Adrianne. She sighs, "You're right, Tristan. Ultimately, it's her choice. Sorry to upset you. Please, eat your food."

All Lance’s hotel name is Fire hotel, besides all his business names have Fire, where that is the trademark name of his businesses. “I also hope that this partnership will last a long time.” Lance replied. I looked away from Lance once his cold gaze shifted to me. Tristan looked at the guests again. “For the end of this speech. I want to thank the staff of Stellar restaurant, who have also been partners in the growth of Stellar restaurant, and above all, my girlfriend Celine Rodriguez.” Tristan’s speech ended with the crowd applauding and he thanked everyone again before we got off the stage. “Let’s go,” Tristan said in a hurried whisper.

It’s like a bomb detonated here. A travelling bag sits on the bed, piled with clothes, spilling free. Tristan limps from the walk-in closet, clothes in arms, leaving a trail of bloody footprints. He barks into his phone tucked between his shoulder and ear. “Самолёт подготовьте. Бронирование на несколько месяцев. Я буду там.” Something about Jet and lounge from the receiving end. “She’s joining me, too,” Tristan tips his head as if the caller can see him. “Get to work.”

He sighed. Hopefully he's with me on this scheme. “Vaughn, good to see you.” Sean greeted, now I'm the one who's fucking shocked. They know each other? Asher finally neared us, hands in his pocket, he didn't look friendly at all, eyes were fixed on me. “He owns Ashguard, the best five star hotel I constantly use.” He murmured for my ears only. “You too,” he replied. “I see you know Wren.” “Yes, she's…”

"Of course not. I just got into Boston for the Haven Crest Global gala a few days ago..." "I asked you a fucking question. Are you deaf? What the hell do you think you're doing here?" Asher shoved Tristan hard, marching to stand in front of me. His jaw was clenched, his eyes raking all over my body. I stared back at him, my lips curling into a smile. "Asher, have you gone mad?" His lips parted, his eyes turning dark in an instant. "Don't you know the kind of places where people like you belong?" Asher snapped yet again.