Alice In Borderland Beach Hotel Novels & Stories

"Just wait until you see South Beach." Alina was already on her phone, texting rapidly. "Connor wants to know if we're settled in yet." "We literally just landed." "I know, but he's sweet. He said to have fun and stay safe." Alina's cheeks were flushed, and she had this dreamy expression Avelina had never seen on her sister before. The hotel Robert had booked was right on Ocean Drive—a sleek, modern building with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the beach. Their suite had two bedrooms, a living area, and a balcony that made Avelina's breath catch when she stepped onto it.

Alice continued to stroll down the apartment hallway with unsteady steps. After the photo shoot, Alice immediately attended an invitation to her fellow model's birthday party at one of Jakarta's renowned nightclubs. Before entering the nightclub, Lexy had warned Alice not to touch alcoholic drinks. Alice didn't want to end up in bed with a man due to drunkenness, as she had experienced with Andrew.

"Yes. On the third floor. Reservation in the name of Dean Alde--I mean Dean Gilbert." She did not say anything to the man named Arif, stepped carefully into the main lobby of the hotel, which was greeted with a dim atmosphere like being on the beach--even though the hotel was located quite far from the nearest beach area in Rose city. As far as she could tell from the appearance of the hotel and both of the exteriors also the interiors of the hotel building, the nearest beach from his current location was a hundred kilometres away, so if she were, to be honest, the existence of a beach-themed hotel in an area far from the beach was a little strange idea for her.

He went out vacuously and waved to a taxi prior to leaving. At seven o'clock that evening, the front of the Gold Coast Villa on Long Island was brimming with vehicles. They were all individuals associated with Bowen's business. By all accounts, it appeared as though they were just there to visit. They all went there for an alternate reason, as a matter of fact. Around that time, a Porsche halted in front. The lady sitting in the front seat was Alice, a quarter century elderly person who was the supervisor of the Wednesday Bar. She was additionally Bowen's sweetheart.

The moment the lid lifted, the air was filled with the scent of lavender sachets and the absurd sight of fluffy pillows. His nostrils flared. "That’s my favorite pillow," Alice said, sitting cross-legged beside him. She began pointing to each item like she was giving a tour. "I brought a bikini, too. Nothing flashy. I just thought, you know, maybe we’d go swimming." Smoke drifted from Paimon’s shoulders. "Enough with your sissies!" he roared. Alice jumped like she'd been struck by lightning. Aurora, lingering in the background, groaned and shook her head. Alice still had no clue where they were going.

he purred, until she was on his lap again, in the perfect position for him to steal a kiss “I guarantee you'll like it.” Alice could have tried to probe him for a while longer, but, knowing it would be futile, she just let him lead her and Millicent to the lobby of the small, cozy hotel, which was a far cry from the high-luxury standard they could find in a capital, but was one of the reasons why Alice was so enchanted with everything there. There was something about that city as a whole that radiated Massimo's energy, in a way that was difficult to explain. Everything seemed to be vibrant, rustic and warm, just like her husband. Once in the lobby, Alice was not at all surprised to see that

Alice nodded, her face still showing that she was teasing Justin for looking like a jealous person. Alice got up from the sofa, and into Karina's room. Karina didn't realize that Alice had entered her room, because she was standing at the window, facing the bustling city of Incheon from her apartment. "Karina," she called. Karina turned her head, somewhat surprised that Alice knew her name. "May I sleep in your room?" she asked then. Karina nodded with a warm smile. Alice looked very friendly and kind too, her smile as warm as the peaceful morning sun.

she thought as she stared out the window, looking at the white clouds floating below them. *** Aalya gazed at the beautiful panorama in front of her. From the balcony of the luxury hotel they were staying in, the view of the Balinese sea was breathtaking. Small waves lapped gently on the shore, breaking the morning silence with a soothing sound. She felt the cool sea breeze caressing her skin, giving her a fresh sensation that reminded her how lucky she was to be here, in this paradise, enjoying her honeymoon with Brian. "Look, baby!" Aalya exclaimed, pointing at the rising sun, illuminating the sky with shades of orange and red. "The view is amazing!"

"Hi, my name is Alissa Dawson, I'm thirty years old, and a single mother of three." I smiled back, shaking her hand. "Hi, my name is Rosalie McPherson, I'm thirty years old, and a divorced mother of three." "Is there somewhere quiet where we can sit and talk? I can't hear my own thoughts right now," She chuckled. "Sure," I said. "Let's head to the beach." After returning from the beach, Alissa and I found the party already underway. Following our promise to meet up the next day before her departure to Cardenia, we went our separate ways. Alissa had opted to stay in one of Adrien's hotels instead of with us.

“Where is Alice now?” William had clearly done his homework to acquire GR. At Dave’s question, he raised a hand. “At the hotel. Mr. Alice, along with his wife Mrs. Lim, brought his men there. I heard something happened—Mrs. Lim broke one of her husband’s lover’s toes.” Dave’s nostrils flared. “Which hotel?” His expression was so severe that William answered seriously, frowning. “The Ritz Carlton. Top floor, the Presidential Suite.” Dave turned and strode out immediately, grabbing his coat from the hanger by the door and stepping outside. He walked so quickly that his face looked tense and cold, and even the wind he stirred felt icy to anyone who passed by.