Arthur Hailey Hotel Novels & Stories

After waking up early in the morning the next day, Harvey dressed up and immediately headed to the rooftop western restaurant. Prague Hotel was where he stayed. Frankly speaking, this so-called “net red” western restaurant’s view was not as good as the one in the presidential suite he stayed in. It was almost half-past ten when he entered the western restaurant. Harvey glanced around the place, and quickly spotted Hailey sitting with her friend. But this wasn’t because Harvey knew Hailey.

“Hello, Miss.” “Arthur, I’m in room 909 at Hotel Intercontinental. I need you to bring me something. I’ll send you a picture over text.” After Tracey finished saying that, she hung up. Arthur held his phone, having not yet registered what was said to him when he received a text from Tracey. He tapped on it to see what it contained, and his expression instantly darkened.

Arthur studied her feature through the rearview mirror, her eyes too on him. The silence stretched between them and what was heard was only the humming of the vehicle and honking of other cars. Her eyes held curiosity alongside a malicious grin. She thought she had him but unfortunately didn't. He smirked internally before saying, “I'm sorry ma'am, but you've got the wrong person.” “Mair Hotel, 9 pm,” Khloe said confidently. “I don't know what you're talking about ma’am,” Arthur denied.

"You get used to it." The hotel had an underground parking garage, but the limousine wouldn't fit. "Sir, I'll find a spot for it down the road." Hailey doubted that would be easy to spot. They were in Center City and it was jam-packed. Noah led Hailey to the elevator. "You don't have to stay, Noah." "I'm not letting you alone with Cassandra. Ask the questions you need to answer and forget I'm there." The room was a suite of course and it sat at the top of the hotel. The view of the city was sweeping and it took away Hailey's breath for a moment. Her apartment in West Philadelphia didn't look this good.

They were even walking close together. Arthur panicked when he recalled how Yoel was openly looking for a son-in-law in his art exhibition last week. He grabbed his phone and called Bryce. "I'm having a meal in Jardington Hotel and Restaurant, and I saw Holly having a blind date with another man. That man is eagerly trying to please Holly. His intentions are obvious." Bryce fell silent. He asked after a while, "Which room are they in?" Arthur said, "I'm not sure about the exact room number, but it's on the sixth floor. You can call Holly to check yourself."

That was undoubtedly her stepsister Harley! The Crystal Room, nestled within the luxurious confines of the Golden Oak Hotel, was the epitome of fine dining. With its lavish decor, impeccable service, and exquisite cuisine, it was a haven for the rich and elite. The restaurant's private rooms, reserved for the most discerning patrons, offered an unparalleled level of exclusivity and sophistication. Alaric Royale, seated in one of these private rooms, savored the rarefied atmosphere as he dined with Harley. The room's walls, adorned with intricate gold leaf patterns, seemed to shimmer in the soft light.

Echoes of clicking heels filled the exquisite marble-tiled hallway that led to the VIP suite of the Apollo Hotel as Avery Archer made her way to the most expensive room in the luxurious hotel owned by her father. Avery’s styled, mid-back, wavy, black leather hair bounced off her shoulders as she elegantly followed behind two hotel staff members, hurrying alongside her with anxious looks on their faces. Avery wasn’t smiling; her stone-cold expression struck fear into the hearts of the two hotel attendants dressed in the hotel's fine, neatly ironed red and white uniform.

"Now, go. Don't let my mother corner you." The gala was held in the ballroom of the Grand Hotel. As Arthur stepped out of the car, the flashes of the paparazzi were blinding. He put on his public face—the cold, slightly detached expression that made him a legend in the boardroom. He walked through the crowd, nodding to acquaintances, but his mind was back at the mansion, wondering if Evelyn had finished her soup. "Arthur! There he is," a booming voice called out. It was Mr. Halloway, a long-time business associate. "We were starting to think you’d gone into hiding. Where’s that lovely wife of yours? The table feels empty without her."

“Fine, I’ll give you one chance, Miss Alegre, and I’ll help you this time.” Arthur explained that there would be a party at La Sosenta Hotel next month, attended by all the prominent figures, and he was sure his son would be there to make a deal with someone. Arthur stood up from his swivel chair, and Hilda instinctively took a step back as he approached her and held her chin. His lifeless gaze bore into hers as she looked up, refusing to break eye contact.

I laughed out loud and shook my head when I saw a couple of younger guests in the front garden passed out drunk on the benches. It was still ten in the morning when I reached the flower shop, but Hailey was already on her way out. She screamed for joy the moment she saw me and hugged me tightly, congratulating me on the pregnancy. I noticed some photographers taking our pics, but didn't mind as long as they kept their distance. After her deathly hug, she told me there was a last minute order from another five star Hotel called The Helix. "What's wrong, boss?" Hailey asked when she noticed the change in my mood the moment she named the hotel.