All Booked Novels & Stories

Kepa asked. “M-My hut, sir?” “Oh!” Finally, Kepa nodded and seemed to be thinking still. “I’m sorry but the bookings are full, madam!” “It’s full,” she repeated, her mouth gaping. Then she slowly bit her lower lip. Jenkins really played her well and she sobs, resisting to hurl. “O-Okay… I guess there’s no other hut, huh?” “No, madam! There’s no more!” Charles could not help but chuckle, looking Stella’s wanting to cry face. He himself didn’t expect this trip would turn out to be in his favor.

Too right. Now we were here, both jet-lagged and slightly cranky from travel, standing at the elegant reception desk of the most breathtakingly beautiful beachfront resort I'd ever seen in my life. The receptionist—deeply tanned, professionally smiling, speaking flawless English with a melodic accent—tapped efficiently at her computer and suddenly winced. "I'm so terribly sorry, Mr. Alexander. We seem to have had an unfortunate system error with your booking. There's only one suite available tonight. The rest are completely occupied."

“Unfortunately not, Mr. Vale. The hotel is at full capacity. If anything becomes available, we will inform you.” Which meant: Absolutely not, stop asking. “You cannot be serious. All rooms are booked? Every single one?” “Yes, sir.” She nodded politely, completely unaffected by my growing irritation. “Paris is very busy this week. Many events. Your organizer confirmed one room. Two beds.” My jaw tightened. “Of course they did. Why would anyone bother booking things properly for once. Why make anything easy when they can ruin it beautifully.” The receptionist blinked, pretending not to hear the sarcasm.

“We are happy to host you during your stay here, and we hope that you will like here very much.” “Thank you,” Derick didn’t want to waste time. “Two rooms please.” “What’s your name? Let me check if you have a reservation with us.” “Reservation? We need a reservation!?” They both clearly hadn’t thought this through. It was times like this that Joana wished Dana came along. “Yes,” the receptionist answered. “We have only 14 rooms, and we have a lot of guests daily, so you need to have a booking in advance before you come here. Unfortunately, you can’t book now, as all the rooms have been taken.”

But at the far end, they spotted a vacant table and made their way toward it. They had just sat down when a woman in a crisp uniform approached them. “I’m sorry, but this table is reserved,” she said firmly. “You’ll need to vacate it.” “I booked it two days ago,” Albert said, pointing to the tablet in her hand. “Check the list, you'll see my name.” He proceeded to tell her his full name. She scrolled through it. There was no “Albert.” Her brow furrowed. “I’m not seeing your name, sir. Are you sure you booked?”

“I’m so sorry. The booking system must have—” “Fix it,” I interrupted, trying to keep my voice level. “We need two rooms.” “I understand,” she said, her voice overly apologetic. “Unfortunately, we’re fully booked for the night. There’s nothing else available.” I pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling a headache coming on. “So you’re telling me that my assistant and I are supposed to share a room for the night? That’s not exactly professional.” She winced. “I truly apologize. I can provide extra pillows and blankets if needed.”

“Are you joking with me?” Damien frowned at the single bed as well. His jaw tightened. “I requested two rooms.” The manager of the resort, a woman in her forties with a constantly apologetic grin, grimaced. “It appears there was an error with the reservations, Mr. Sterling. Regrettably, we are completely booked for the weekend. This is the only available suite.” Ava turned to Damien, arching a brow. “Well, Mr. Sterling, can’t you just buy another room?”

I spat at him, flinging the hoodie back at him. I stormed off to look for another place to spend the night. **** "I'm sorry ma'am, all rooms have been booked." "We really wish we could help you, but we are fully booked." "We are fully booked miss, try somewhere else." Four hotels into my search for a room, nothing. All fully booked.

"Because of that, can I book another room? For him." Madeleine looked back at the monitor. "Your room is still available, Mademoiselle. We can't possibly give it to someone else. Moreover, you have already paid in full. Unfortunately ...." Emily held her breath. A bad feeling haunted her mind. "What is it?" "Our hotel is fully booked. The only room left was just booked online by someone." "Full-booked? Not even one available room?" Emily stared wide eyed. Her head involuntarily moved forward.

Fred muttered. " Eight months!!!". She exclaimed." You piled up debts for eight months". " I swear I did not know it would be this bad, believe me". Fred pleaded. " So what happened to the loan you took for the business?" She asked crossing her arms. Fred shut his eyes. " That's the money I gambled and lost" Elena sat on the bed, her head was beginning to ache her, she was irritated and upset at the same time. He used the pain to gamble, how could someone be so foolish.