Ahs: Hotel Tristan Novels & Stories

Aisha POV: “WHAT?” I said unbelieving my own ears, I was standing in lobby Hotel of “Hilton garden Inn” with my packed suitcase and backpack, after last night incident never in the world I was going to stay here in this hotel, that monster ‘Ravan’ knows my location and who know what he can do in future hence here I was standing in front of reception fighting with Manager and receptionist, I was trying to get refund of my remaining days advance booking that I had done in this hotel, I almost spent more than eighty thousand for booking a room for whole month, as that was my initial plan when I thought of visiting India only until yesterday “How can you say that Mister, You have to refund me my

Maybe later that driver will going to have a passenger who knows how to fight back and then maybe that driver will just get into a fight. When I arrived at the hotel, I was just amazed at the brilliance and the hugeness of it. This hotel brand is very familiar to me? "Dulce Casa Amore," I softly read the name of the hotel in the large opening of this large building. It was then that my eyes widened as I remembered where I first heard this hotel name. To Aivan! Does that mean this hotel is one of Tristen's branches? I'm right, right? Tristen was the name of that friend of Aivan that owns this hotel?

"Ah, yes and one more thing. Tell me about the Casino." "Casino? Would you like to play Casino, Young Master, at the Berlian Hotel?" Bastian's eyebrows trembled. The man, who always wore a black suit and matching trousers everywhere, couldn't hide his surprise. *** Two days have passed. Evening has come to say hello. Without dinner, Arsenio went to the Berlian Motel which is located southwest of Sky Blue City. More precisely in District D12. The hotel, which has 70 floors, is also the most luxurious six-star hotel in District D12 and the busiest hotel in Sky Blue City.

I was oblivious to the relentless digital howling of my husband. "She’s doing this to provoke me," Tristan muttered, his teeth clenched as he sat in his car. Images of me with Damien—another man’s scent on my skin—flickered through his mind like a tormenting fever. A sharp, sudden fear coiled around his heart. "Elliot, track her GPS! I want the location of that Ashford girl in ten minutes!" Tristan commanded. Minutes later, a message blinked: Blackmoor Guesthouse. Sector 4.

He burned his cigarette. "Let me guess what activities they are doing in a hotel!" exclaimed Bastian, puffing cigarette smoke into the air. "They're definitely going to do as last night 'til they're exhausted." Bastian was typing a chat for Lexus. However, occasionally he also turned his head in the direction of the hotel. The Star Diva Hotel is not big. A 3-Star Hotel that does not have complete facilities like Rodriguez Hotel and casino. Bastian: Hello, Young Master. They're here now.

Outside, Humphrey squeaked, "Alpha Cassian... that was..." Cassian stood there, hands shoved deep in his pockets. His dark gold eyes stared at the closed metal doors, his pheromones turning as cold and heavy as iron. 8:00 PM, outside the hotel, Isaiah pulled up to drive Trista to the airport. On the sidewalk, he gripped her arm, refusing to let go. "Trista, come on. Stay two more days. Please?" Trista shook her head firmly. "Your father said if you help your brother with the mating ceremony at the end of the month, you're free. Stop faking sick and do your job."

“Six right now. The one in New York was under construction when Simon Baylor went bankrupt. Then there’s a twenty-room lodge near Grand Canyon National Park, Arizona that has a lot of scopes if built into a full-fledged hotel.” “Wow! Let’s visit them together and plan this out.” “Great! We’ll turn this into a pre-wedding honeymoon!” Hayley rolled her eyes, but deep in her heart, she knew she wanted this more than anything else right now. A few days alone on a trip with Ashton was a dream come true. “It’s a work trip, Ashton!” She pointed out, but he just winked and pulled her closer. “All work and no play can make us unproductive!” he whispered, biting her ear. She could feel his hard arousa

He did save her life and someday she would repay him. “Can you come over?” Jayson’s voice wasn’t happy and a little annoyance could be traced. Is he angry? “Where?” Arabella replied. “Hotel Zeus.” Jayson said. This hotel belonged to Hansen’s Group. It’s the second biggest hotel in Capital Z next to Sky owned hotels. “Sure, I’ll be there.” Arabella replied after Jayson had given the time. He wanted to meet her in the afternoon. After her work, she went to Hotel Zeus.

I quickly snapped a photo of the target and sent it to him via W******p, along with a message: "This guy, do you know where I can find him?, " It didn't take Tristan a minute to respond with a call. “That’s Armando González,” the voice on the other end disclosed. “He just came into town a few weeks ago. He's currently residing at the continental Hotel, you know, the five-star hotel only one of the big shots can afford.” "I know the hotel, Tristan," I replied impatiently. Tristan always had a love for the luxurious lifestyle he couldn't afford. "Well the angel of death would be visiting him tonight , you know what to do?"

Azazel loved to speed too, but now he was going to have a family, so he had to be cautious, but his brother ignored him and sped up, and by the time they reached the spot, the city had vanished into sleep. Azazel couldn’t believe that Tristan had brought them there. They got down and stood at the cliff’s edge while Tristan pulled something out of the car. His gaze went towards the city, where his deep breathing was steady. “Tis’ time,” Tristan returned with two huge bottles of scotch, some snacks, a pack of cigarettes, and a grin. Azazel looked surprised, “what?” Tristan kicked his shoes off and sat on the bonnet, and Azazel perched next to him, doing the same.