Arthur Hailey Hotel Novels & Stories

Laura had helped Chad and Ariel make reservations for their rooms at a hotel for their business trip in Halread. Ariel was packing her things when she found the lucky charm she received from Marie in her pocket. After a short pause, she placed the charm in a far corner of a cupboard and decided to ignore it. Ariel and Chad took a flight to Halread the day before the convention. It was Ariel's first time visiting Halread. They were staying at a five-star hotel. Chad and Ariel proceeded to check in when they got there. Ariel took her ID out when they reached the reception.

Hailey stood in front of the Golden Luxury Hotel, waiting for a cab. Somehow, her phone had disappeared into thin air. Minutes after her disgrace, the hotel manager had approached, ordering her to leave the premises. Luckily, the room had already been paid for, but he refused to disclose the identity of the anonymous benefactor. Security was called to escort her out, and the haughty glares from other patrons revealed that she was already trending on the web.

I was really tired of fighting him. He joined us in a few seconds and started the ride. Reese, Lilly, and Ana's loud chatter filled the car, I wasn't really paying attention to what they were saying. I was focused on the way Arthur's hand felt against mine, I didn't make a move to remove it. We both said something but did the direct opposite. We arrived in a few minutes, it was the La Grande Hotel. This was one of the top hotels in the city, only elites got to use it. I could only dream of spending one night there and now it was gonna come to pass today.

Lauren smirked and it means he agreed "Good now let's go" Cailey said and we got into the car , they quickly drove to Hastington Hotel

Sam held on to Apollo’s other free arm and we headed inside the hotel. The name of the hotel was “Bleeding Gold” which I think is very creative since it brought in a shit ton of money for the Alpha’s family. The decor was very lavish, there were crystal chandeliers, expensive furniture and everything just screamed royalty. There were attendants at every turn, guiding us to the ball room. Yes, the hotel had a ball room! I was not surprised by all of this since I knew the Baraed’s were extremely rich. It wasn’t shocking that they’d spend a butt load of money on their only son’s 18th birthday!

I looked to the left when I heard my Dodge Charger approaching the front of the Azure Hotel. The Azure Hotel was owned by my family and named after my mother. I often used the hotel when conducting business or when having an event. There were three restaurants with one on the roof, four conference halls, two bars, twenty private rooms for dinner parties or other smaller events, and five banquet halls. The largest banquet hall was on the lower level, while the others were scattered on different levels.

he asked his personal assistant, who had been quietly listening. “Sir, it’s a good idea. It might help ease your anxiety,” Tom replied. Alexander turned to Arthur and shrugged. “Let’s do it. I haven’t explored this city much.” “This is the city of Sheraton Hotel,” Arthur said. “It’s one of the finest places here. There’s live music at night, and it’s a popular spot for celebrations.” “Sounds good. Let’s pass the night there,” Alexander agreed. “Not just to stay the night,” Arthur added. “It’s an opportunity to enjoy some refreshing activities.”

Luna didn't look happy when Shelly spoke up for Mia. She couldn't simply brush off the recent incident. She had just been on the same side as Shelly. After those words were spoken, people around them began to discuss among themselves. After all, Aide Castle Hotel had appeared and quickly became a popular high-end hotel in Nord City. Bookings were in high demand, and it soon became the premier venue for the upper class to host banquets.

Slowly, his dark eyes lifted, scanning the shadows of the parlor until they locked onto my massive frame standing near the wet bar. I didn't blink. I didn't speak. Sliding my hand across the polished granite counter, I pushed a small, white cardboard square directly into the pool of light cast by the brass lamp. A matchbook. Stamped with the gold crest of the Fairmont Olympic Hotel. Arthur stared at the tiny object. The color drained entirely from his face, leaving his skin a sickly, ashen gray. His chest stopped moving. His razor-sharp mind calculated the variables in a fraction of a second. The hotel. The commercial flight logs his security missed. The sheer, silent hatred burning in my ey