Book It Hotel Novels & Stories

I narrate excitedly. “Budget?” She asks and I think through but nothing comes to me, so I shrug. “Two hundred million.” I smile in triumph. “Got it,” Tatiana responds and I cut the call. After a series of discussions with hotel managers and checking on Tatiana, I settle on a venue that screams GRAND – The mighty Lockhart Hotel. The best hotel in the city and the third in the world. It’s almost impossible to make a reservation but I’m Victoria Smith and what I want, I get.

The queen smiled, "your love for Amy makes me very happy. I have no doubt that you will always look out for her. It is Love Haven Hotels And Suites, one of the best hotels in Honolulu." "Thank you so much, your highness," Ivy replied before saying goodbye. She instantly called the number Amy had used in calling her and said, "the hotel's name is Love Haven Hotels And Suites. Just ask someone to show you where it is and make sure you look around to confirm that it's the same route you used when going out because these days, no one can easily be trusted." Amy thanked Ivy before she ended the call. She knew all too well that what Ivy had said was true, after all, she had learned the hard way.

Bella I finally started to calm down as I sat on the edge of the bed in the small hotel room. It was clean and tasteful… sleek furniture, crisp white bedding, soft recessed lighting… but it felt… impersonal. Distant. Like a placeholder. I’d stayed in plenty of beautiful hotels before, five-star ones with marble bathrooms and skyline views, but this wasn’t about the thread count or the amenities. This wasn’t a romantic weekend or a family trip. I was hiding. From my own life. The room was elegant, sure, but it felt hollow. Like it knew I didn’t belong here. Not without him.

When he held the small of her back to move her away from the left side of the road, she felt her cunt throb. As they arrived at the hotel, they walked to the receptionist counter. Isla and Noah share a brief smile. The receptionist, a friendly-looking woman greeted them warmly. “Good afternoon! Welcome to the Brooklyn Marriott. How can I help you?” Isla handed over the reservation to the receptionist who scanned it briefly before looking up at them with an apologetic expression. “I'm sorry, but it seems that the available space is just for one person. We are fully booked, and I won't be able to provide you with a separate room.”

She says so, and he smiles at her, urging her to press on. "I know how hotels work, Aiden." "Do you?" He nudged his head, and Lola continued. "Currently, there aren't any more double rooms, and the booking we received was for a single suite." My eyes twitched. "What?" "Translation: You didn't book it properly." He shook his head in resignation. "I did too!" "No. You booked one suite. It asks how many, and you choose one. That's what their system says. If I didn't know better, I'd say this was a plot to get me into your bed. You don't need to act, just ask."

Abby said then. "Mm, you can go," said Harriet with a warm smile. But then she added. “Oh, that's right. You have to book a hotel, don't you? I don't have a good recommendation of a hotel around here.” Abby looked at Harriet in surprise. Hotel?

“Do you know where they might have gone?” “No, but e’ery hotel is pretty solidly booked for the next several weekends. The only one that can take them on such short notice would be Betty. She has a B ‘n B-” the old man made air quotes with his fingers -“it’s jest the two spare rooms in ‘er house. Ain’t nutting special about it.” “Thank you,” I said and held some money out to the conductor, but he waved it away. “’Appy tah he’p you,” he said, and wandered off, his hands behind his back.

No build-up. Baby: If you show up, I won’t say a word. Baby: I’ll just open the door and drop to my knees. No name. No address in the text itself—just a link. When I opened it, my breath caught. Hotel. Fifteen minutes from my office. Room under my name. Already booked. I read the message again. I shouldn't be thinking about it. Should’ve laughed it off, closed the chat, gone back to pretending I cared about department budgets.

Chapter One hundred and Eighty one Vittoria. Urgh, the Bella cleave Hotel is such a good choice especially coming from someone with such high calibre. I paid off the uber driver and stared at this hotel in front of me as my eyes trailed the full height of this beautiful hotel. I did hear that a lot of people who are so prestigious and Influential come to the hotel and just go about their business. Fun fact, there is not so much fun. I wish I was here as well, not just coming here to meet whoever !!!

And I certainly don’t want to spend my night shivering in the airport lobby. “You should move quickly before all the nearby hotels are booked,” a warm voice says from my side. She does not look more than 40 and is accompanied by her husband and children. I politely smile and nod. She’s right. I have to move. I roll my suitcase, avoiding all the wet spots. The first hotel was booked. Second was too expensive. But third’s the charm, right? Not wanting to miss out, I ran towards the reception. “One room please,” I say and hear the exact same words said by a deep male voice too.