Booked Novels & Stories

"How long is that going to take?" "I'm not sure," She answered, her voice beginning to break from the other end. "Can we book another?" I asked in desperation. "Yes but they have already been fully booked." "Fuck!" I hung up, tossing my phone to the bed. "It just keeps getting better and better." ***

“Hеllо. I’m juѕt hеаdіng off fоr ѕоmе exercise. Can уоu book mе a table іn thе restaurant tonight, please?” The girl knows me wеll bу nоw, аnd smiles аѕ ѕhе tарѕ аt hеr kеуbоаrd. “No problems, Mіѕѕ Jаmеѕ. I’vе mаdе your rеѕеrvаtіоn. Wе’ll rеfrеѕh уоur room whіlе you’re оut thіѕ afternoon.”

“Can’t you just call them and tell them you have double booked, or that it was a misunderstanding?” “I’m sorry, but I can’t do that.” “But you gotta do something. The day before or after then?” He checked his lists again and shook his head. “I’m sorry, but everything is full. We don’t have anything available until October.” I groaned. “Tell me the names of the people who booked it.” “I’m afraid I can’t do that. It’s confiden...” “GIVE ME THE NAMES OR I’LL USE YOUR HEAD TO POLISH MY CAR!”

"This is Max Dunham, and I want to book Stevie for Friday at 9 p.m." I check the calendar program and it shows Stevie on the list with an opening at 9 but she has an appointment at 11 too. "She's available at 9 but booked at 11. Will that work for you or will you need her for a different evening?" "That will work." He disconnects the call and I search his name in the database. He's there and it's easy to input the information. Things run smoothly until a quarter to noon, when the phone rings. "Elegant Escorts, how may I help you?"

Kyle rushed through his morning meetings and tidied up some stuff so that he wouldn't have to be back for a long time. He couldn't wait to get back to his little pain in the ass, princess. He touched his inside jacket pocket to make sure the box from Harry Winston was there and patted the packages on the seat next to him.

I cry out "Is Ebere" "Am coming" I return back. Walking out from the bathroom, I move towards the door. "Ain't you ready?" Ebere questions once she's inside. Nodding my head, she sighs softly. Once am dressed in my only formal wear, we head for the dining hall. ***

“I’m sorry, sir. There’s no reservation under that name.” “Really?” Ezra asked, frowning. The clerk nodded, eyes still on the screen. “Maybe try Facer?” Emma suggested quickly. She met Ezra’s gaze and shrugged. The clerk typed again and shook his head. “No record of that either. Are you sure this is the correct hotel?” Ezra’s jaw tightened. “Yes. My secretary booked two rooms on Monday.” “Monday…” the clerk muttered, typing once more before glancing up. “No, sir. Nothing booked for Monday under the names you provided.”

Caleb stepped up and put out a hand, stopping the door. An old lady’s face appeared in the crack, stern and annoyed. “I’m sorry, folks, but we are closed for the day,” she said. “Come back tomorrow if you like.” “Forgive us,” Caleb said gracefully, “but we need just a few minutes. I’m afraid we cannot return tomorrow.” “It’s five after five,” she snapped. “We close at five. Every day. No exceptions. Those are the rules. I can’t keep this place open for everyone who comes in late. Like I said, if you want to come back, come back tomorrow. Good night.”

Тургенев, Рудин. КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путеш ествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

No… “Yeah well… He should have known better than to come here undercover…” AJ shrugged his shoulders before he gulped the entire scotch. Lillianna stood there frozen. Paul? They were talking about Paul, she felt it… “Oi…” AJ clicked his fingers at Lillianna now. He wanted a top up… Oh… “Babe, I think boss wants another shot…” Britney was speaking to Lillianna now. Lillianna shook her head trying to shake herself together before she refilled his glass.