Booked Novels & Stories

What was supposed to be a joyful team building became an event of unhappiness and complaints. This no longer affected me, however. After getting back my identification documents, I moved to another hotel and had a good time enjoying the Huka islands. It was not until I returned home that I found out Monty had initiated a blanket boycott on me within the industry. No company dared to hire me because of pressure from Monty.

“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.”

I blinked. “I'm sorry, Mr. Booker but we're fully booked.” She told me with a polite smile. My face fell. “What?” Nessa was not having that. “That can't be right. You mean to tell me that every single room in this goddamn place has been booked?!” “I'm afraid so,” Clara chuckled nervously. “We've never had rush hours like these early in the morning before.” “Fuck.” Nessa hissed. “It's alright, N. We can always eat somewhere else.” I gave her shoulder a light squeeze but Nessa stomped her feet on the floor like a little kid.

I walked up to her with a weak attempt at a smile. “Hi, good morning.” She looked up. “Good morning! Can I help you?” “Um, yes. I was wondering if, uh, you’d had any cancellations. For rooms, I mean.” Her face fell slightly. “Oh, unfortunately, no. We’ve been checking, but everything’s still booked out. The conference filled us up almost two weeks ago.” Right. Of course. I tried to keep my face neutral, polite. “Is there a waitlist? Maybe someone who hasn’t checked in yet?”

“I’m sorry, sir. We only have one room booked under your name.” “What?” I blurted out, my stomach sinking. James turned to Hulk. “You were supposed to book two separate rooms.” “Boss, I made the booking exactly as you requested,” Hulk defended himself, checking his phone. “We were rushing. I didn’t have time to confirm everything before takeoff. I booked what was available.” “This is unacceptable,” James warned. “It’s the presidential suite, sir,” the receptionist offered nervously. “Our finest accommodation. Very spacious.”

"Just a dinner, with a private room, with people who actually matter. Good food, good scotch, and you get to have one evening that is specifically about you before you become a husband again." I looked at him. "You've already booked the room." "Two weeks ago." I sat back. "James." "Sir." "You booked it before asking me." "I booked it because I knew you'd say no and then agree, and I didn't want to lose the reservation window." He said this entirely without apology.

I responded with a glare. The shorter staff cleared his throat. "If you'll both kindly show us your key cards, we can straighten this out." "gladly," I huffed, shoving mine forward. Mr. Smug did the same, sliding his out with infuriating calm. the staff scanned both cards, their brows furrowing. My stomach churned. Finally, the shorter one looked up nervously. "There's been a double booking. Both of you are registered to this suite." I blinked. "You've got to be kidding me."

He didn’t say anything, he just followed. We arrived at the receptionist desk and explained everything, her response just made everything worse. “Our apologies for the inconvenience, but your room was double booked.” “ What do you mean double booked,” I clutched my fist trying to not yell. “ I’m not sure how to explain it, but looks like we had glitch in the system. And if we draw back to who booked it first…he did.” “Okay… okay. Can I book another room please?” I asked, trying to stay calm.

,aaid the lady "Great ",said Sam and pressed the red button beneath it and a voice , that mildly sounded like Oliver, said,"State your destination Sam" It was Oliver's voice. Sam smiled and said,"seventh November nineteen-ninety outside the house of Ronald Ross Lucas" "Confirm?" "Confirm",said Sam A surge of energy passed through his veins and he felt himself being thrown about here and there he was standing infront of a house. It was painted red and blue and a sign was at the front door on which, it was written with black paint,'Lucas' Residence'

Blake then walked to the counter to check-in. “Hello, Blake, do you have a delivery for me?” Asked a young lady with black curly hair in an oriental dress with a name tag that showed Betty. “Somewhat. My cousin here needs a room along with myself for one night.” Said Blake, taking out his identification and card. “I’m sorry, but we’re booked solid, and all we have is one with two queen beds. Will this be okay?” Apologetically, Blake looked at his cousin and asked. “Is this okay with you?”