Book Getaway Novels & Stories

Elara remembered standing in front of the Paul Revere House, her mother's hand warm in hers, both of them smiling. That felt like a different lifetime. A different Elara. She pulled out her phone, powered it on despite every instinct screaming not to, and searched for hostels near South Station. Bay View Hostel - $35/night - Women's Dorm Available Perfect. Cheap. Anonymous. Safe. She booked a bed for three nights using the last of her cash reserves. The confirmation email arrived immediately along with an address in the North End. Elara started walking. The streets were crowded with lunch-hour traffic, tourists and students and businesspeople all moving with purpose. She kept her head down,

The hotel wasn’t hard to trace. Elijah sat in the passenger seat of Gabe’s car, laptop balanced on his knees, his fingers restless against the trackpad. He’d uploaded the photograph the one that had been haunting him into a reverse image search. Within minutes, the screen lit up with matches. The Langston Royale, Singapore. High end. Discreet. The kind of place where billionaires held their affairs, where politicians signed dirty contracts in hushed voices, where secrets went to sleep beneath silk sheets.

I kept looking at the text even when I already read it. "What are you smiling about?" Mom's voice broke me out of my thoughts. I looked up and saw her face turning shade of red. I didn't even noticed I was grinning until she mentioned it. I pursed my lips into a line and shook my head, smiling. I turned around and ignored my mom's voice blooming all over the house. I reached my bedroom, and as soon as I did, I laid flat on the bed. That was one hell of a night. And no doubt that tonight is officially my favorite Three A.M Getaway.

Aidan starts seriously, but cannot resist messing with his brother one more time. "Shut up! Goodbye, Aidan. See you on Monday," Casey says as he grabs his bag and heads to his car. *** "This place is amazing!" Heather gushes as they enter their suite. The hotel Casey had chosen for their romantic getaway was a beautiful 5-star hotel, and he knew his family had never stayed there. He wanted somewhere that would be completely separate from their life in Boston. The hotel was a beautiful mix of modern and historic. They were staying in the modern extension of the hotel. Their room was a luxury suite on the top floor with floor-to-ceiling windows and a balcony with spectacular views of the city.

With four-point-eight stars on average from seven thousand reviews, I'm fairly certain it will be a good one. The architecture is similar to the older houses in a small town in Puebla, Mexico. A destination I happened to visit some years ago with some of my friends when I was an undergrad. The internet photos show that the rooms are finished in a light Mexican gothic design and are similar to River's tattoo. Most hotels these days offer a chat box feature that connects you to the front desk. Since my needs are specific and at such short notice, I begin to type. Guest: Hello. My boyfriend and I would like a hotel room at short notice. I want a garden view, ideally an end or corner room.

I reached for the envelope and opened it purely out of curiosity. Inside were reservation papers for a beautiful lakeside cabin with a fireplace, a private deck overlooking the water, and space for three guests for two nights. I blinked twice before looking back at them. “What exactly am I looking at?” “A weekend getaway,” Alec said. “For who?” The twins answered together. “The three of us.” I stared. “You booked a trip?” Maxwell nodded. “You have had one awful week. So we thought your weekend should be better.” I looked back down at the pictures. The cabin looked peaceful, tucked away among tall trees. The kind of place where the rest of the world could not reach you.

“Six months. Private cabin on the north ridge. The one with its own beach.” I stare at him, speechless. My fingers tighten around the ticket because my brain is still trying to understand it. “Aldric… this place is the most expensive pack resort on the coast.” “I know.” “How did you even get these? They’re always booked.” He gives a small shrug. “I made a call.” “So when do we leave?” I ask. “Tomorrow morning,” he answers, “or so you per…” “It's perfect!” I exclaim. “Tomorrow it is.”

I decided to make small talk. “So, how is your laptop doing? Is it coming with us?” I asked, leaning slightly toward him. He didn’t look up. “It’s a business trip, not a honeymoon.” My mouth dropped open. I blinked rapidly. “What?!” I blurted. shocked “Wait… what do you mean it’s a business trip?” He finally looked up with those cool, unreadable eyes meeting mine. “I have meetings in Lake Como. So you can explore the resort. My assistant booked you a spa package.”

He rushed his questions out so fast that I could barely keep up. “We’re leaving in two weeks. I’m driving. We’re staying at the Hilton. We purchased a package deal, which includes the room for the three of us, breakfast, passes to the clubs, and passes to the beach and boat parties. It also comes with two meals and three drink tickets a day all for the low low price of $92.00 per day, and I don’t need your money,” I boasted proudly. “Damn, you got all of that for $700.00?”

Jacob said, "I'd have to wait until tonight to see if this deal works, but we're leaving first thing tomorrow. I'll get the tickets first, and we will be staying at the Burj Al-Arab that I told you about. People are always saying how amazing it is on the internet every day, seeing how luxurious the seven-star hotel is, but I'll be the judge of that." Elaine was overjoyed to hear that. "That's amazing! And I was just thinking we can't go sooner! Go about your business, then. I'll pack our luggage right away." Jacob chuckled smugly. "Don't pack so much, though. Just stick to the necessities, since we can get the rest over there!" "Alright!" Elaine exclaimed, beside herself in excitement. "Alri