Ahs: Hotel Tristan Novels & Stories

Once that background check comes through, I'm going to humiliate you in front of this entire room. a few guests at the surrounding tables actually fell silent, staring in surprise. It was the ugly truth of who he really was, laid bare for everyone to see. Realizing he was frowning while staring at Maxwell and everyone could see the hate in his eyes, Tristan nervously cleared his throat. He reached into his suit jacket and produced a sleek, heavy silver envelope, holding it high for the room to see. "So, I… uh… have booked the happy couple a two-week stay at the Royal Villa in the Maldives. All expenses paid. Two first-class round-trip tickets."

“A concierge at a boutique hotel just attested that one Italian—Lorenzo Creed checked in at Six forty-five. Said he was speaking at a seminar, didn’t give more details though.” Breanna shot up on her feet instantly, heart thudding. “That’s him.” She exchanged a glance with Sophia. “The trail—Trace the call and find out which hotel.” “On it.” The team exploded into motion. It was barely up to five minutes when an intern skids up with a printout. “Found it — Celestial Height Hotel” He looks to Breanna for directions. “It's about time,” She hissed, snatching the printout with the speed of a predator. “Hills driveway”

I said in embarrassment. “You don’t have to, Miss Jones.” He blinked his eyes in reassurance. Something in those green eyes drove me to believe him that he was actually a good person. “There’s a hotel nearby, can you drop me there, Mister-” I paused as I didn’t know his name yet. “Tristan Pierce.” He spoke and my eyes widened in surprise. There was a hint of disappointment in his tone but why? “By any chance, are you the Tristan Pierce, CEO of “Dream Paradise” house building company?” I asked him and a smirk played on his handsome face.

"I'm sick of arguing with you. You don't need to be concerned, just relax. I've decided right now that if I get pregnant as a result of that one-night stand, I'm going to abort the baby!" *** Heavy! Today is a rainy day in Manhattan. Everyone should pull over. The streets, which were once crowded, are now vacant. Tristan did not want to go to work today. He's having a rough day. He purposefully turned off his smartphone so that no one, including Ayana, could call him. Tristan arrived at the hotel where he had spent the night half an hour later. He met with the hotel to make arrangements to replace all of the hotel property that he had harmed. When the hotel found out who Tristan was, they re

That would have been a disaster! Asahi signed and started washing his face. He was done for the night. Once Derrick comes back, he would just sleep. On his way out, Derrick already knew what to do. Truly they do have rooms and places where once you enter, your connections get cut off automatically. One was the harem, and the two others were Rolph's crib and Private lounge.

She fell asleep right after she arrived inside her hotel suite. The hotel they're staying in is owned by Hunter Adamson. Being their employee is a privilege. They don't have to share a room with her co-workers because the hotel can accommodate almost thirty people on just a single floor. She reached for her phone above the bedside table to see if Margaux texted her. And that bitch did. From Pretty Bitch: I brought this irritating puppy with me, Atasha, so that Haven can stop interrogating me about where you are. And also, remember what I told you this morning. I know you can do it, Bitch.

Before Renee could speak, Hesper opened her eyes and said, "If Mr. Weber won't extend his courtesy, I have no reason to pretend that we were friends." Hesper tilted her head and Renee walked to the doors and pushed them, exposing a linked room. "Mr. Weber, you've been watching the entire night, so I wonder how much more sitting your old back could take. I don't have time for this." Hesper stood up and smirked. "I'm sure you know that the hotel is a subsidiary of Lane Holdings. I was coincidentally the person in charge back then." Tristan and Rachael awkwardly sat on the couch, especially Rachael. She only went over because Tristan said he was going to show her something funny.

He murmured softly and I sighed, knowing he wasn't going to listen no matter what I said. “What about the treaty?" I questioned and he sighed. “It will be postponed. Let's get you home first" Tristan uttered then placed his arm on my shoulder as he led me back to our table. As soon as we got there, I reached into my bag to bring out my phone and at the same time, Tristan's right hand man, Jason walked up to him. “Alpha Asher is leaving, King Tristan. I've already arranged a room for him at the mansion" Jason uttered and I gasped as my hand flew to my mouth.

Not long after, my phone buzzed with a message from Tristan “I made a reservation at El Dorado hotel, room 143. Dress sexy, and meet me there.” I chuckled when I read the text. Excited, I dressed up and headed straight to the hotel. When I arrived, I walked to the reception desk. “Good day,” I greeted. “Good day, Ma’am,” the receptionist responded with a warm smile. “I’m here under the reservation of Tristan Pierre,” I said. She smiled, typed into her, and after a few seconds, she handed me a room key.

Morgan got out of the car first, went around to Ashley's direction, and opened the car door for her personally. "Mrs. Blackstorm, please get out of the car!" Morgan was extremely courteous. Ashley glanced out of the car window, it turned out to be the entrance of the only seven-star hotel in City A belonging to Blackstorm's family. What is this guy up to? Actually took her to the hotel. "Mr. Blackstorm, why are we here? Do you want to treat me to a big meal?" Ashley looked wary. Morgan raised his eyebrows. "What are you afraid of? Could it be that you dare not even get out of the car?"