Book Him Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry, sir. We only have one room booked under your name.” “What?” I blurted out, my stomach sinking. James turned to Hulk. “You were supposed to book two separate rooms.” “Boss, I made the booking exactly as you requested,” Hulk defended himself, checking his phone. “We were rushing. I didn’t have time to confirm everything before takeoff. I booked what was available.” “This is unacceptable,” James warned. “It’s the presidential suite, sir,” the receptionist offered nervously. “Our finest accommodation. Very spacious.”

The smell hit me before he did: something sharp and chemical, layered over sweat and a whiff of desperation. He made a beeline for the counter, all navy Patagonia and entitled jawline. “Where’s my chemistry book? I paid for it last week, it was supposed to be in yesterday. This is ridiculous.” I pasted on my best customer-service smile. “Hi, can I get your name and order number?” He huffed. “It’s under Whitman. David.” He shot Maya a glance, immediately dismissing her as not worth his time.

The woman just nodded and turned her back on the couple. He looked at the red car as if something had crossed his mind that he did not remember. He took the Grab to reach the National Library. He sat at the far end and there came out a book he had just bought. "I heard he's going on the Asian Tour!" A student said, "really? He said that his next schedule was canceled because of New York!" Said one of the women. "Victor Luis Smith is handsome." He heard its name and looked at the Book he was holding. "Ahh, you're famous." It promises and this is what he chose to read first.

"It's my space and I get to do whatever I want." "Off course , it's yours." She examined the space like she was mentally cataloging everything wrong with it. "Where's the personality? The color? Any evidence that an actual human lives here and not just a very organized ghost?" "Interior design isn't exactly a priority." "Clearly." She rose to her feet and moved to my bookshelf, which contains exactly twelve books, all business theory. "Okay, we need to fix this situation." She leaned on it with her arms crossed. "We can't keep living like this."

he began. “Oh? I thought he would never call.” I curled my lips with mockery hovering on my face. “He had to. His bank is at the verge of bankruptcy.” He said. “Right? How can I help him this time?” I raised a brow while operating my desktop. “Empire Hotel by 3PM. Tables are already reserved.” he said. “I’m unavailable.” I said almost immediately. “But boss, you really wanted to see Mr. Liam.” He reminded me. “Yes but not anymore. I have an appointment.” I said seriously.

I closed the file and opened the site of the spa, setting up an appointment for the next day. Booking request. Private session. Full discretion. Client name: Kristofer Hayes. Requested staff: Jalen Brooks. I hit confirm.

They then distract him with some games,he agrees to get in the car and they drive off. Lucinda wakes up early in the morning to go to work,the manager would always complain about late employees.She manages to get there in time and finds the manager on the Entrance already making people hurry and go to their positions.Good morning sir,Lucinda says to the manager morning how are you?the manager replied.Everyone to your position we have to open for the customers he said.All the employees rush to their positions ,now its 8 customers start getting in for shopping Lucinda hasn't sat down yet she is up and down .Where is Lucinda ,the manager ask another till operator who was already on her till rea

I'd already turned on the overhead light and opened my book. "Just fine," I answered. I smiled briefly at him, then turned my attention back to the medical book I am reading before attending the conference. I'm sort of shy anyway and that night I am depressed and frustrated about this cocky footballer and not really in the mood for conversation. My uncommunicative nature to strangers didn't deter him. Soon we were talking as if we were old friends. His name is Ashoton or is it Asher ? and he was a traveling representative for a big financial services company. He sold mutual funds and other investment

It said 2016 somewhere in the first few pages, but it was the only one Angela could find in the office. "I don't get why this couldn't be a video call," Mark grumbled and opened the book again. It was his tenth time trying to make sense of the wiggly lines intersecting all over the page. Levi nodded his agreement. He also wished it could have been a video call. The idea of being late for the team building tomorrow because they were stuck in the back of beyond did not sit well with him. But the old fogey had never heard of Skype or Zoom and teaching him how to set up either would have taken longer than their overnight trip.

Dean moved next to her, placing an arm around her shoulders as his breathing became more complex and his chest tingled. “Damn it!” Ben stood abruptly from his chair as the screen went black. A moment later, the phone rang, and Dean immediately picked up the receiver. “The money tomorrow night at the agreed place,” the robotic voice demanded. “That’s impossible,” Dean replied. “It’s Saturday. The banks are closed. There is no way we can get the money by then.” Dean countered. “One million by midnight Monday.” “Two million by Midnight Tuesday.” “Agreed,” the voice replied.