Book It Hotel Novels & Stories

“Good evening, madam. Welcome to the Equinox Hilton. How many I help you today?” Flora smiled back at her, though she was so, so tired. All she wanted right now was a warm bath and a soft bed. “I’d like to book a room for tonight please.” The receptionist’s face and smile turned apologetic at once. “Oh my. I’m sorry madam. The hotel is fully booked due to a conference being hosted here tomorrow. All the rooms are reserved as of now.” Flora’s heart sank. Misfortune just seemed to be following her wherever she went. “There’s nothing you can do for me?”

Brian pointed towards the main door. “We did check, sir. There are really no rooms available even in the three-star hotels” Max replied in a low voice, like a deer cornered by a lion. Brian’s frosty gazes swept over the two guys and he asked annoyedly, “Which five-star hotel gets their all rooms booked?” “Well, this one, sir” Benedict replied hesitantly. The beads of sweat were clearly visible on both the men’s nose and forehead. Emily literally felt bad for them but she thanked God that she was not the one who booked this hotel. For this auction, Brian left everything on Ralph.

Before I could reply, the driver began coughing violently, clearly trying to stifle his laughter. I glared at Lucian. “In your dreams.” “In my dreams, you’re doing more than just lying on my bed. Want to know the details?” His smirk was maddening. I groaned, rolling my eyes. “Why can’t you ever answer a simple question with a simple answer?” “Because simple is boring.” He replied smoothly. “And yes, I booked us individual rooms.” When the car pulled up in front of a grand hotel, my jaw almost dropped. The place was massive, with a large sign that read Gran Sol Resort.

Chapter 13: The Safe House The hotel was called The Morrison. Not a chain. Not fancy. Just a brick building wedged between a laundromat and a pawn shop, with a neon sign that flickered like it was dying. The kind of place you drove past without noticing. The kind of place where no one asked questions. Lucien paid cash. Three nights. Two rooms. No names. The clerk—a woman with tired eyes and a gold tooth—didn't even look at us. Just slid the keys across the counter and went back to her crossword puzzle.

I said as soon as we got out. “You want to go back to the hotel?” “No, find me a good restaurant. What's my schedule looking like?” “You have a meeting with Nathaniel Moore. That's why I suggested the hotel. You could relax a bit before the meeting with him,” “No, I'll relax later. Send him the address of the restaurant you picked.” ___________ Marcus never fails. He's that person that'll help you spend your money once you give him a free hand and for that I must commend the restaurant he chose.

"Where to, Ms. Jacobson?" She was about to say "home", but then glanced down at Chloe and asked, "Chloe, are you hungry? Want to go eat something?" "I want a buffet!" Chloe beamed. "Alright." Anathea ruffled her hair, then told Thomas, "Take us to Aetherbrook Hotel." The buffet at Aetherbrook Hotel was the most renowned in the city and also notoriously hard to book. Only customers who spent over ten million dollars annually had priority reservation privileges. Anathea planned to book it under Dominic's name.

Lisa’s POV The hotel Evander booked is the Grand Pavilion a nineteenth-century palace converted into a five-star boutique hotel. It’s the kind of place where the bellhops wear velvet and the keys are still heavy brass tassels. I don't look at the crystal chandeliers as I cross the lobby. I don't look at the complimentary chocolates waiting on my side table. I walk straight to the heavy mahogany wardrobe where the digital safe is built into the wall. My fingers hover over the keypad.

Liam pulled the car door open and stressed out his hand to me. “I can't Liam,” I muttered gazing up at the enormous building in front of me with the inscription. “T & L Hotels.” Even though Liam and I have gone on tons of dates, he never took me to a hotel. This was a first. The truth was that I've never stepped foot into a hotel after the Lucas incident. I had a silent trauma for hotels which I never realized until this moment. Liam seemed to have figured it out months ago, as he built a hotel in mine and his name, which was the hotel in front of us at the moment.

We are not about to get caught saying something bad about the place we are in. " Something definitely isn't right. When I booked the hotel, it wasn't like this. At least from the pictures I saw. And I checked the reviews, all five stars. Let's go, though" Mom walked forward, dragging behind one luggage and one smaller one in hand " Hello, good morning. Reservation for three under the name Thorn..?"

I said “I can read, Asia.” That was not helping. At all. My grip tightened around the folder. “Then I’m assuming there’s an explanation you’re intentionally withholding for dramatic effect.” That finally earned the slightest twitch at the corner of his mouth. It vanished quickly, which was rude, because now I was left wondering if I had imagined it. “The hotel overbooked.” I folded my arms. “That sounds like a problem for the hotel.” “It is.” He answered “And yet somehow I’m the one sharing a bedroom with my boss.”