Celestine Hotel Tokyo Novels & Stories

You're funny, Alya. "To answer your question, yes, I stay at this hotel," I might've guessed it since this is the only hotel we've ever stayed whenever we're in Tokyo, "The same room." I fiddle with my fingers while running my eyes to the other guests when he mentioned the same room. I don't want to look at his face, because I too booked a room thirteen floors below from his presidential suit just so I can get the same view. Maybe it's not exactly the same view since mine is way down but it's still worth to gaze at upon waking up in the morning, during the day, or at night. We used to fuck in front of the glass wall, overlooking blooming sakura and-

“Room 1205. Top floor.” “Honey,” Celeste whispered in my ear as I unlocked the hotel room door. Her voice was thick and heavy. “I want you.” Her words sent a shiver down my spine. I pushed the door open and carried her inside the huge, expensive room. There was a massive bed with white sheets that looked too clean for what was about to happen. I set Celeste down on the bed, and she immediately reached for me again. “Wait,” I said. But she wasn’t listening.

But he retrieved a few coins from his pocket with a sympathetic glance, which she accepted without meeting his eyes. Highton Hotel had a modest reputation in Moonviel City. Celeste had been a VIP before; she knew the back entrances, the quiet corridors, and the unassuming paths that allowed her to move unseen. And in her mind, she would arrive on her own terms.

The Sanguis Draconis marks on their skin hummed faintly in the mountain air, a quiet comfort. Celeste stopped in front of a heavy oak door marked 317 in glowing silver runes. “This is you two.” She pressed her palm to the wood; the runes flared once and the door swung open on its own. “Private suite. No shared bathroom drama. We figured after Crescent Moon you’d appreciate the space.”

(Patricia’s POV) I sat in the backseat, staring out the window at the tall building ahead. At the center of the glass wall, the name “Velvet Sky Hotel” was written on a grey metal board. It was a seven-star hotel, the most prestigious in the city. It used to belong to Mr. Smith, and now it belonged to me. Most top companies held their important meetings here. The hotel offered both comfort and high security, exactly what businessmen wanted.

, Rachel said. Skycrest Tower, the gleaming glass giant dominating downtown Los Angeles, was a sanctuary for billionaires. This ultra-luxurious skyscraper boasted a five-star hotel, penthouse apartments, rooftop lounges, and private event halls. Tonight's event would take place in the Echelon Ballroom on the 39th floor, with early arrivals gathering in the Aurora Lounge just below.

**Celeste’s POV** Celeste’s eyes were wide with surprise as she walked into the chambers—not just any room, but her own new and private room! It was freshly cleaned, and the window was left open to let in the night’s fresh air through the pale window drapes. The room was adorned in rose colors, from the four-poster queen bed to the large floor-to-ceiling antiques and mirrors, fit for a king’s companion. “I-I…” She was speechless as Cassian leaned against the wall with a smirk while she ran her hand over the rose-colored bedding sheets.

“Hurry up and come in.” She listened and Gabriel pressed the button to close the door and they descended. The hotel they were staying at was the most luxurious hotel in Konan City, so there were many guests. The presidential suite was on the top floor, so when they entered the elevator, it was empty. However, it would stop at every floor and someone would come in. Guests kept coming in, pushing Arabella to a corner. She was wearing flats after showering, so she was almost invisible in the crowd.

"Sure." But then, fate decided to work against her. Asking from one hotel to another — one motel to another — everything was fully booked, and Celeste at the end of her wits. Dante had spent two hours driving her around to ask for a hotel room. Kennedy's hotel was located on the Upper Eastside, meaning it was in the middle of the barricades. Celeste had nowhere else to go. "It's a holiday season," Dante said, starting his car for the umpteenth time.