Ahs: Hotel Tristan Novels & Stories

she asked, trying to hide her anxiety. He held her hand and pulled her into the hotel. They entered the elevator, which luckily was empty. Tristan pressed a specific button, and Aurora wondered about it, but it wasn't hard to deduce that he had planned it all beforehand. She had no doubt that he had booked one of the hotel rooms for the night. Tristan turned to her right after the doors closed. Still holding her hands, he said in a serious tone, "A kiss. I want a kiss." She was surprised and confused. He had the opportunity to ask for anything he wanted, without restrictions. And he decided to ask for a simple and harmless kiss?!

"Any news about Captain Asshole?" Fiona tossed pizza crust on her plate and leaned back in her seat at the dining room table. Tristan grunted. "He left the hotel room late last night, but no one's seen him come back. It's possible he slipped past my watchdog. I might have his room searched despite the Do Not Disturb sign. We'll see."

Travis stated in a hard voice. "Okay, I think we should go in. If the war is inevitable, then you face it head-on. Felix stated firmly. They walked into the hotel, heading straight to the reception. table. "Good day, Mr. Ashford. Your party of five is holding on the fifth floor; here is your key card." The receptionist said. "Thank you." Travis responded, taking the key card from her. The Ashford family was a known patron of the hotel. Their reputation preceded them, often leading to special treatment and attention from the staff.

Finally, we arrived at the hotel, also closely escorted by my security team. Hazz was embarrassed with everything. With the snow, the sounds, but as it was late, he almost didn't even realize how beautiful the city really was. I loved to take refuge in Aspen, because of the snow-covered mountains, the tranquility of the old city and all the concern that the employees of my favorite hotel dedicated to each special customer. Hazz waited next to me at the luxurious and very well lit reception, in addition to being warm to keep everyone who arrived or left very happy, despite the cold outside.

The asylum sat at the edge of the city on a bluff overlooking the Tyrrhenian Sea, its facade elegant in the way old, quiet buildings tended to be when nobody wanted to draw attention to what actually happened inside them. Eve stood at the gate in plain civilian clothes, no mask, no tactical vest, Aria and Ryan holding the perimeter two blocks out per Alex's insistence that this meeting happen with as few visible weapons as possible. Her heart hammered a rhythm that had nothing to do with combat readiness and everything to do with the fact that she was, in a matter of minutes, going to look at a face she'd spent years being told belonged to a dead man.

They arrived at the hotel where Haisley worked. Haisley greeted the receptionist cheerfully, and the twenty-five-year-old girl responded with a friendly greeting. Yes, she was Astrid, Haisley's roommate in the staff dorms. "So, have your guests arrived?" the woman asked warmly. Haisley nodded enthusiastically. She had already informed Astrid that her friends would be coming and vacationing in Miami. Not to show off, just to let the woman know that maybe for a while she wouldn't be staying at the club, or perhaps she might arrive after closing time.

Joshua extended his hand toward the chair in front of his desk for Tristan to sit down. Tristan hesitantly sat on the chair. He looked tense, with his body sitting up straight. "Tell me now, Tristan," Joshua said, sounding serious. "Actually it's about the hotel I own near the airport. You must know that," Tristan said. "I see." "There's a new hotel next door to mine, where the price they charge is lower than mine. A lot of visitors are running there. And it's already been two months since I could even barely pay my employees their full wages," Tristan explained.

I was going to regret this later, I knew. “14405 Baker Boulevard. It’s a motel. The Sunrise Motel. You’ll know it when you see it.” I heard the words stuck in Tristan’s throat. I knew that he had more that he wanted to say. I wasn’t at home. I hadn’t been at home for days, and now he was discovering that I was at a motel. I was in for shit. “Be ready by the time I get there,” was his flat reply. The call ended. I looked at the time. It was some minutes past 5PM. I didn’t know whatever Tristan wanted us to go to, but if he was screaming that he was already late, then I knew that he was going to be on his way here on the double.

I reach out as Eric helps me up into the helicopter and fits me with a communication headset to block out noise. However, when the helicopter lands, I realize that the supposedly "small building" Eric mentioned is ASTORIA, the TOP 1 luxurious hotel in the country.

"Sure," Alessandro said as they both looked at their tablet. He booked the best hotels in Singapore while his wife was busy admiring things around. They soon reached their hotel and Keira felt awkward whenever they bumped with De Novo. They checked in on the hotel and she noticed that he ordered a honeymoon suite for them. He wrapped his arms around her waist possessively as the busboy took the luggage. They squeezed in on the same elevator. She could feel Tracey's glare toward them but Alessandro was busy murmuring to her ear. She would grin and nod at him.