Book It Hotel Novels & Stories

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

It was when Sophia, Amira and Ryan arrived at the hotel premises and saw themselves again that they realized that they coincidentally booked the same hotel. “This is so ridiculous Ryan. Who knows that we are still going to meet here, it looks like fate installed something for us," Sophia said as she laughs. “Who knows that you will book this five star hotel. Well, I've always known you to have high taste," Ryan cuts in as he's also in all smiles. “What about you? What made you book this hotel? I know that you are not one of these rich kids that love living expensively and lavishly. You would have preferred a simple hotel."

Kyle responded lazily, still smirking. Lysia grabbed the phone from the nightstand and pressed "1" to connect to the reception desk. "Hello, this is room 1101. I’d like to book an additional room, please." [Good evening, ma’am. Unfortunately, our hotel is fully booked at the moment.] A polite male receptionist responded from the other end. Lysia frowned. "That’s impossible. I just saw a tour group checking out half an hour ago. How could the rooms be gone so fast?"

Episode 20 – Room 219 The key to Room 219 felt heavy in my hand, a cold, ornate brass thing that seemed to hold more promise than any electronic keycard ever could. The hotel was old-world elegance, all dark wood, hushed corridors, and the faint scent of polish and secrets. I'd booked it on a whim, a desperate lunge against the crushing monotony of my life. A weekend alone. No names. No strings. Just me, a stack of unread books, and the silence.

She believes things will turn for the better some day. “Grandville!” She called the name of the hotel, her eyes scanning every single detail. She stared at the package in her hand and back at the gigantic hotel glaring back at her. The hotel had a famous Iconic structure that appeared tremendously deserving of being the biggest and largest hotel in Houston. Only the rich could afford to book a room in such a hotel and she wondered who it was that placed an order for a food delivery. "Room 909," Amanda muttered as she looked at the card in her hand and the placard which contained the room number on the wall. The air around her seems to thicken, her breath shallower with a faint sheen of sweat

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

she asked. ‎"The hotel overbooked," I explained. "There was an error in their system. They had promised me two suites, the master suite and an adjacent suite. But apparently, someone else's reservation got processed to the second suite. By the time we discovered the mistake, the hotel was completely full." ‎Sarah leaned back in her chair, processing this information. ‎"Then get me a room at another hotel," she said flatly. ‎"There is no other hotel," I said. "The Miami Business Summit brings in thousands of attendees. Every hotel within fifty miles is booked solid. I've already checked. The closest available room is in a hotel two hours away in Naples."

To my voiced approval, my hotel had a ‘business center’, which basically consisted of a computer and a printer perched on a desk that barely fit in the small cubicle. The internet service wasn’t the best, the load times irksomely long, but when the results for my search engine entry came up, the wait proved worth it. The very first link led to an interesting article, but when taken in context, became the unearthed Dead Sea Scrolls, a mysterious supporting document to a book built on faith or delusion.

Aidan knew that in the bank account of both Dominic and Madox there must have been at least a good few million, but he didn't imagine that they used to spend it that way. The supposed hotel they had booked was big, very big, luxurious, very luxurious and if there was a word to define the whole always with the VERY included. He had been in hotels due to meetings for work but he never imagined being in one that could easily exceed five of them. He could barely keep his mouth shut.

The car came to halt in front of the hotel and Zeke quickly alighted to open the door for his wife. “Thank you” she mouthed smiling as she climbed out of the car, “wow, this hotel?you can’t get a booking even if you have all the money in the world, how did you get a booking hubby?” She asked in suprise. This was like the best hotel of all times and it was difficult to get a booking because they had a lot of people on their waiting lists.