Book Paradise Hotel Novels & Stories

She replied. ~ At work, Bethany had called a brief meeting with the staff to share the great news that she had. "Okay everyone, just to share this news briefly since we all have important work to do. I won't elaborate much on it. My fiance got a massive building in Paris for his new Hotel and when it was reviewed , it was given a five star. And currently, the hotel is being flooded with lots of important clients and just yesterday, it was given wider recognitions because Damien Shark, the popular Business tycoon slept there and decided to make a month's reservation at the hotel." She said beaming and the workers including Ivy congratulated her. "So in short, you're all invited but you're str

Beverley stood silently in front of a large nightclub that looked luxurious and classy. The building, which consists of five floors, looks quite closed. The walls are dominated by black. Golden yellow lights adorned the front. The words "The Paradisus" at the top of the front look very elegant. With a single glance, one could tell it was a high-end nightclub. She looked up flatly. Didn't Brent want to take her to meet his enemy? Why did he take her to a nightclub?

As they neared their destination, the driver began to worry as he struggled to get his flimsy vehicle to complete the final part of the trek to the small town of Paradise Pass. Paradise Pass was an eco-tourism center and full of foreigners. As was true for the beach resort, the vast majority of the Europeans in the town were Danubians. It was Trish's first chance to get a close look at the people who had kept the Island's economy going for the past five years.

“As for me … I found your presentation most … convincing, Ms. Knox, and I’ve never met anyone who truly, passionately, deeply cares about the turtles.” She looked down at the table, “Thank you, Mr. Love.” “Therefore … I’m lending one of my hotels for the cause … The Peninsula in Bhorma is sitting nicely by the beach front … I want it to be used for your program with one condition …” Everyone on the table gasped, The Peninsula was a five-diamond resort on the island of Bhorma, they all looked at Gabriel waiting for his next sentence. Jamie looked up slowly, she couldn’t believe her ears.

He burned his cigarette. "Let me guess what activities they are doing in a hotel!" exclaimed Bastian, puffing cigarette smoke into the air. "They're definitely going to do as last night 'til they're exhausted." Bastian was typing a chat for Lexus. However, occasionally he also turned his head in the direction of the hotel. The Star Diva Hotel is not big. A 3-Star Hotel that does not have complete facilities like Rodriguez Hotel and casino. Bastian: Hello, Young Master. They're here now.

“Very beautiful.” Her breath hitched-not because of the view anymore. THE HOTEL Their resort sat at the highest point of Imerovigli, exclusive and secluded, with infinity pools carved into the side of the cliff. Bougainvillea vines crawled like strokes of fuchsia paint across white stone walls. They were led through an arch in stone into the lobby, where the entire caldera unfolded before them. Chilled towels, fresh lemonade, and warm smiles from the staff greeted them. A woman said, "Congratulations on your wedding. Your honeymoon villa has been prepared with special arrangements." Slowly, Clarisse turned to Saben, her eyes wide. “Villa?” He lifted a brow, a soft smirk tugging at his lips.

Except they weren’t at Liam Tirro’s restaurant, Maria, anymore. With Jada’s direction, the two of them had walked over thirty minutes to the other side of the city, a place Jonathan rarely had cause to visit, to a place Jada called ‘Her Little Paradise.’ It was the first time in a while Jonathan had walked for that distance. But he wasn’t complaining. The weather was nice out and was just the right amount of cool, so by the time they reached their destination, he wasn’t a sweaty mess. Jada’s Little Paradise turned out to be the top of a bed and breakfast, a quaint home that gave off a wealthy air.

Dozens of them, sitting at outdoor cafés, walking through parks, laughing and talking like they were on vacation. "What the hell?" Marcus breathed. One of the deadies noticed us. A woman, of maybe thirty years, with a smile that looked genuine. "Oh! New arrivals! Welcome, welcome! You'll love it here!" "What is this place?" I asked, my grip tight on my dagger. "Paradise," she said simply. "The Living City. It takes care of us, gives us everything we need. No more running, no more fear, just peace." "And you just... gave up?" Willow asked. "Stopped fighting?"

I will kill him and Javier if that's the case, I won't be used to calling a truce and I'm not chaining myself to an animal like Chase. My phone vibrated in my pocket as I climbed down the stairs, I searched the pocket of my jacket bringing out my phone. Javier had sent a text with the location of the Paradise hotel, and he was smart enough to add a blueprint of the building. My lips stretched into a smirk. All the anger was pumping me up to act and this is just what I needed. I made a quick stop at my armory before leaving, I got on my bike and drove to the location instantly. It was a bit further than I thought.