Booked の小説・ストーリー

🧁ARIA 🧁 I paid the Cab driver immediately I got to the Address and as he drove ,a frown appeared on my face . I checked my phone to confirm if it was the address and my blood boiled at the thought that he actually set up a meeting in a night club . Who does that ? What does he take me for ? I wondered frustratedly as I called him . " Pick up Frederico ....! " O mumbled and took a deep breath in and out .

I said against his mouth. "Six weeks," he confirmed. "And Monaco straight after." "The boat is already booked." I pulled back far enough to look at him. "You actually booked the boat." "Two weeks. Harbour view. Deck space big enough for the twins, Lily, Ethan and Faith. They can come the second week." He was completely serious. "I booked it the night of the first facility breach. I needed something real to look forward to." "Show me," I said. He picked up his phone, opened a booking confirmation, and held it up. A boat. A harbour. Fourteen days starting the week after Barcelona.

He pulled up a paper from his desk, “It’s already reserved so I can’t cancel it.” I looked back at him in agony, “I can’t decline?” “The customer already paid a lot for you.” I took a deep breath and bit my lower lip, “Alright,” I nodded, “But today’s the last night.” It’ll be fine. It’s the final time. I frowned. I don’t want to do it but it’s fine. It’s already booked. He nodded, “Alright,” And placed the paper back on his desk, “You can go get ready because he’s already here.” I nodded, “Okay,”

Being a gamer myself has helped me to see the trends in what people are buying and what is hot in the gaming industry. Since we booked the flight last minute, our seats are on opposite sides of the plane. I use this opportunity to read. Maggie fills me in on what Ophelia is reading and I always grab a copy of the book. Little things like this help me feel closer to her. Mason tells me it’s creepy and I seem like a stalker. That has never been my intention, so I let it slide.

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she said sweetly; anything to not share a room with Aiden. The brunette lady with Susan as her name tag, looked up at Samantha, her expression apologetic. “I'm so sorry, miss, but we're fully booked. There are no more rooms available.” Samantha's eyes widened in disbelief. “What do you mean? This is a huge hotel! How can you be fully booked?” Susan shrugged and sighed. “I know, I know. It's just that we have many events happening in the city right now, and we're at maximum capacity. I'm so sorry.” she apologized sincerely.

Ethan and I said in unison, our voices rising slightly "I deeply apologize for the inconvenience," she continued quickly. " Are you trying to tell me that the reservation I booked three weeks ago for two wasn't on your system? Whose fault is that? Are there any other rooms available so that we can check in? As one can see, we are utterly exhausted from the trip, he said with an angry tone. "We are fully booked tonight. Maybe tomorrow, when a few of our guests go, we can get a reserved room set up. " We are so sorry, sir, but the system was down, and the second booking wasn't recorded,” the receptionist said.

With a heavy heart, he locked himself in the room and didn't get out. Ace laid on his bed, staring at the white ceiling with an empty mind. He suddenly felt the rustle of his bed. Ace looked to his right, where his second pillow is stationed. "hi, " the boy that laid down on his right side waved and smiled brightly at him. White hair and dark green eyes. " Who are you?" Ace whispered to the boy in front of him and frowned. " I'm Oren,"

He pulled out his card and placed it on the counter. “My apologies. We are fully booked. This is a place for dignitaries. And according to our protocols, rooms are booked a week before.” She replied, pushing the card back to Evans.

I said, crossing my arm and watching as she typed my name into the system. Her brows knitted as she pressed the refresh option and then typed my name in again. Her frown deepened. She looked up at me. “Single or Double occupancy?” “Single,” I answered flatly, eyes narrowing. “Sorry, Mr. Cole,” the receptionist said. “Due to a booking glitch, there’s a double occupancy suite listed under your name.” I frowned. “That’s incorrect. I booked a king.” “Yes, but… it seems it was merged with Ms. Hart’s reservation.”