Bloodline Hotel Novels & Stories

I said, and Saga visibly shuddered. “There’s something seriously wrong with that guy,” Saga said, and William put his arm around her. “Can’t I just alter his memories?” “I’m not sure if that would work. The royal bloodlines are different, somehow. We’re less affected by powers,” I said. Malachi, Jessica, Kiran, and Adara had opted to eat dinner in my dining room, as they worked through the ledgers and books I gave them. Kiran also didn’t want to lose his temper and kill Rupprecht. I had agreed with that last part. It would be safer for everyone. Jessica had just laughed and said he might just break his neck the first time Rupprecht sniffed in any of their directions.

"Tell me exactly what transpired in that Blackwell safehouse before you crawled into his bed. Every detail." Bianca swallowed hard, her pulse jumping in her throat. This wasn't the reaction she had rehearsed. "Nothing happened, Dad. It was... it was destiny. And you shouldn't be interrogating me when I’m the victim of his rejection." Cedric let out a harsh, barking laugh. "The victim? You’re the one who walked into a Blackwell territory bar and started smashing bottles of vintage moon-wine that cost more than a Whitmore soldier's life. Do you really think I’m going to pay for your 'destiny' with five million credits of the Bloodline's treasury?"

She did not think too much of it as they went on. They soon reached their destination. A seemingly 5-star hotel that stood so high in the middle of the city. The word ‘SILVERLINE’ was boldly emblazoned right above the entrance. It was the most luxurious hotel in the area and it belonged to Ben Carlo, one of his many establishments. Immediately they walked in they were greeted by the gracefully lit environment, Aliyah could hardly believe her eyes. All the staff within the vicinity were present, they bowed their heads to Ben as he walked past.

It's been an hour he was driving. Taking the left turn his car drive through the highway. As the party was held in one of the new hotel of Leonardo , there was no point taking the city road. Blaze, his another trusted commander who was in charge of hotels and casinos, was given the task of the establishment of this hotel. The boy had worked hard and it's majestic, eye catching appearance with glorious properties and a vast range of amenities proves his great taste. Details have been refined and blended very well. The reason for the hotel built in the outskirt of the city near a small town was that the route connects with the international airport will provide privileged for the flying sq

At 6 a.m., Billy took the lead, bringing Andrew and Eric toward the Majestic Hotel. The hotel was built on the outskirts of Goldridge City, nearly ten kilometers from the main downtown area. The surroundings were completely desolate and lifeless, with barely a soul in sight. "Billy, you're here pretty early today!" one of the Blues' guards called out cheerfully at the hotel entrance, where two lines of enforcers stood watch. Billy mumbled back, "Not early. The VIPs are already rushing."

“She’s terrifying!” Hero said. “That doesn’t seem like Zayne! He’s possessed by his father’s spirit!” Dylan exclaimed, earning a smack from Hero. “Damn! Bloodline really makes a difference! Look at him—Gray lineage, the sharpest in business, while Claire’s lineage carries noble blood and excels in combat!” The two fell silent when Zekiel shot them a glare, so they quietly followed him to the hideout. When they arrived, the child reached up to his father.

The hotel meeting room felt too small for the news. Everyone from the Forgotten sat around the long table—faces tired but hard. Kira stood at the front, a map spread out before her, markers showing Crimson Shadow spots still active. “Riven’s moving fast,” she said. “He’s pulled in the leftovers—maybe thirty men. Hired mercenaries too. Word is he wants the Silverfang bloodline wiped clean. No survivors.” Kael sat at the end, his arm around Liora’s chair. She leaned into him, her hand resting on his knee beneath the table. Ethan was in a safe room with a guard, playing games to keep his mind off everything.

They collaborated to pry the gate open, descended via the service ladder, and fell into an utterly dark sub-basement. Bailey’s flashlight illuminated the closed morgue drawers and rusted surgical trays. At the opposite end—a metal door, etched with a worn emblem: Δ BLDLN — Omega Clearance Bloodline -Lineage. Bailey gasped. "I've encountered this previously," she remarked softly. "In the notes of Wolfe." "On the syringe from the previous laboratory." She put her hand on the chilly metal. Callum inserted the spike into the reader port beside it. The lock hissed, gears shifting.

“Sir, this is a Phantom Sovereign card. It’s one of the rarest in existence—I had to pull every string just to get my hands on it. I know it’s not enough to repay you, but please… accept it as a gift from me. “With this card, you gain unlimited access to The Obsidian Crest Hotel—the most exclusive and luxurious hotel in all of Vereluxe City. No doors stay closed to its holders. You’ll also have global travel clearance—any time, any place, no questions asked. “And if you ever find yourself in trouble… just dial the code on the back. Within minutes, Darius Blackthorn’s men will be at your side. You know the name—he’s the shadow behind the city, the man even the police won’t cross.” Adrian stoo