Booked Novels & Stories

Ava smiled kindly, the warmth of her smile made her hazel eyes sparkle. “Exactly,” she said softly, “truthfully Emilia, it’s no secret that you’re planning to leave when the pack recognizes you as nineteen, and I don’t blame you. I couldn’t imagine having to live among those who weren’t my own kind. Let me do this, please?” “Okay,” I consented. I pulled out my pack ID and tapped it on the reader. Relief that I was only losing a week’s wages allowed the tension in my shoulders to dissipate. A small ding from the register let me know the transaction had gone through.

But at the far end, they spotted a vacant table and made their way toward it. They had just sat down when a woman in a crisp uniform approached them. “I’m sorry, but this table is reserved,” she said firmly. “You’ll need to vacate it.” “I booked it two days ago,” Albert said, pointing to the tablet in her hand. “Check the list, you'll see my name.” He proceeded to tell her his full name. She scrolled through it. There was no “Albert.” Her brow furrowed. “I’m not seeing your name, sir. Are you sure you booked?”

The voice on the other end says in a professional tone with just a hint of a french accent. "Hi. I'd like to make a reservation please." "Certainly. What date were you looking at?" "As soon as possible actually. Within the week if you have anything available?" A pause stretches between us as I overhear the clicking of a keyboard then her voice comes on again. "I'm terribly sorry to inform you, madame, but we're fully booked for the next two months.” She says regretfully, “I could put you on our waitlist but I must be honest, it's quite extensive."

That afternoon, Alice Brown hurried over in small, quick steps to practice driving. She was wearing her dance outfit, a white practice suit with a short skirt that hugged her figure closely, showing all her curves. She bent over and knocked on the car window. "Hey, Mr. Woods. Sorry, I'm late. I was just in dance class." Her dance outfit had a deep neckline, and when she bent over, it was hard not to notice the fullness contained inside. I opened the passenger door and smiled. "Took you a while. Hurry up and get in."

“You look like you’re about to sell bootleg DVDs.” Finn grinned. “Bootleg DVDs are a classic.” First disaster: check-in. The front desk clerk looked at their reservation. “Mr. and Mrs. Harper Murphy? One king bed, romantic package?” Ava’s soul left her body. “No. Two beds. Twin beds. Separate rooms.” The clerk frowned. “The reservation says one room. King bed. Romantic package. It’s already booked.” Finn leaned in with a smile that could sell ice to pregnant Eagles “We’ll take it. We’re very romantic.”

Then she typed something into the computer. “I'm very sorry sir.” she said. I frowned at her instantly. “What is the issue?” “There is a mistake somewhere. Your booking was invalid, and there's a city conference happening this week. Almost every hotel in the area is fully booked.” she explained as my expression hardened. “So what is going to happen now?” I asked. She glanced at the screen again. “We only have one room available.” “Just one room?” I asked again just to be sure I heard her clearly.

"What happened?" Jenna stepped forward, her tablet clutched to her chest. "The seating chart shows two different clients assigned to table seven. I've checked the system three times, and it's definitely a double booking. He says his client was confirmed weeks ago, but the other client's name is in the system too." I looked at the worker. "What's your client's name?" "Henderson. Jon Henderson. He's been confirmed since last month." I turned to Jenna. "Who's the other booking?"

The drive to Raven took twenty minutes. It was one of our operations. A high-end establishment that catered to the wealthy and powerful. Discreet. Expensive. Completely off the books. Ira was already there when I arrived. She was sitting at the bar, legs crossed, a glass of champagne in her hand. She smiled when she saw me. That practiced, perfect smile that had never once reached her eyes. "Sandro." She slid off the stool and walked toward me, her hips swaying. "I wasn't expecting you tonight."

Maya could hear her scribbling something down, but Maya was just pacing back and forth, waiting for the woman to call her. Suddenly, the woman’s pupils seemed to dilate, and she was surprised, then she closed her eye waiting for something, her face showed surprise. She called out Maya, “Miss Maya.” “Yes, what is it?” Maya immediately walked to the woman’s desk and asked, “What’s the matter? Can you book me for the next flight?” The woman gulped and then glanced back at Maya. She replied, “I really don’t understand as well, I can see that seats are still available, but whenever I enter your name, the booking is automatically denied.

I give the man a polite smile as we reached the big-ass transparent glass of receptionist desk. “A reservation under the name of Mrs. Angelo.” “Mrs. Angelo at seven P.M. It’s on the seventh floor. One of our staffs will take you there. Enjoy your dinner and have a nice evening.” The man said, ending his statement with a grin showing off his pearl white teeth.