Celestine Hotel Tokyo Novels & Stories

HIGHLY RATED(18+) Author's warnings: THIS BOOK MAY CONTAIN HIGHLY SEXUAL CONTENT, ABUSE, ILLEGAL ACTIONS AND DEATH. IF YOU CANT WITHSTAND ANY OF THIS MENTIONED ABOVE, KINDLY PASS BECAUSE IT'S NOT FOR SOFT-HEARTED. ------------------------------ "I own this hotel, so don't ask. But I did enjoy your moan last night, and you will be rewarded for putting up with my brother that night." Leonardo stated, placing one hand on the wall and leaning down to her eye level. "What do you want from me?" Isabella's voice quivered with fear as she inquired. "Isn't it obvious Isabella?" he asked before continuing. "Your pussy plumpkin," he stated confidently. "What more can I request, if not for those wet, silky partings right between your thighs?" He smirked, sending a chill down her spine. He leans close to her face, just an inch away. “Can you be able to give that to me, plumpkin?" He asked cockily, staring at her with hunger, as if he yearned for her intensely. Of course, his whole body system was burning for her, but despite his overwhelming desire, he restrained himself, maintaining boundaries cause he wouldn’t want to forcefully take advantage of her. He aimed to make her crave him and beg to have him, and once he had her beneath him, with his cock thrusting deep into her sweet, tiny little hole, he would make sure to dominate her completely, breaking her and leaving her shattered at his will.

What would you do if the man you love so deeply isn’t the man you think he is? What would you do if you found out that he is exactly what you fear the most? What would you do if you turned out to be what he despises the most? The moment Thea Walker saw Damiano Riccardo Chiaramonte, she fell deeply, madly, and truly in love with him. Damiano is everything she ever dreamed of in a man: drop-dead gorgeous, funny, intelligent, mysterious. But he is also the owner of the hotel where she works. So, there can never be anything romantic between them. Or at least she thought so. A dance under the moonlight, a devouring kiss, and their fairytale begins… Some time after, Thea discovers his awful secret life and her dreams of a happy-ever-after crumble into dust at the realization that he is what she hates the most, and her own family is Chiaramonte's greatest enemy… Brokenhearted, Thea decides to disappear, never to be found again. After all, she knows extremely well how to become a ghost. Still, love creates strong bonds, so after several months, Damiano finds her. And he is there not only for her, but also to claim Lorenzo, his son, the little boy Thea carried in secret and has sworn to protect! He leaves her no choice: to stay with her child, she must travel with him to the beautiful and mysterious Sicily and become Damiano’s bride. Still… What kind of marriage can they have when it’s based on secrets, hate, but also a heat too much to bear?

Five years ago, I was his life and I thought we would be the end game until Rosalin, his new assistant, seeped into our life. It began with urgent late night meetings. Our dinner conversations, once filled with shared secrets and soft laughter, were replaced by the rhythmic tapping of his thumbs against his phone. He stopped looking at me across the table, his gaze permanently fixed on the glowing screen as he replied to her "emergency" texts. When I’d walk into his office, the air would turn brittle. He’d stop talking mid-sentence, Rosalin leaning over his shoulder with a look that wasn't professional. But the breaking point was when he left me waiting for six hours on our anniversary Gala to celebrate Rosaline’s birthday. “We got occupied with something, Victoria.” He said, “Rosaline has brought cake for you. It was her birthday as well.” Just then a notification came into my phone. It was Rosaline’s post. She had posted a picture minutes before entering the gala. She was sitting in a seven-star hotel, the one I asked Jayden to book for our Anniversary but he refused after saying it was full. She had been cutting her birthday cake surrounded by red candles’ flames and a pair of hands had cupped hers. Jayden’s hands. He had ghosted our Anniversary Gala to celebrate Rosaline’s birthday! That was when I realised, I had no future with this man. I will disappear from his world, taking his child with me.

“Are you going to kill me?” Shawn whispered. Owen’s fingers slid up his throat, squeezing lightly as he backed him against the wall. “If I wanted you dead, you wouldn’t still be talking.” Shawn swallowed hard. “Then what do you want?” His mouth curved, giving him that dangerous rugged smile. “I’m deciding.” *** That morning, Shawn only wanted to finish his shift, collect his pay, and get back to the real problems waiting for him outside the hotel: tuition he couldn’t afford, a mother dying in a hospital bed, and a younger sister who still believed he could fix everything. Then he walked into the wrong suite. There was blood on white sheets. Fangs buried deep in a dying man’s throat. Crimson eyes meeting his across the room. The creature should have killed him. But no, it didn't. It let him run. Now it’s everywhere. In his dreams, his space and in his thoughts. Watching him. Waiting… And just when he thinks the nightmare can’t follow him into daylight, he learns. The vampire has a name. Owen Rothwell de Valemont, as old as history. And he’s Shawn’s new boss. Owen doesn’t chase him. He doesn’t threaten. He simply moves closer, adjusting the world around Shawn until escape becomes impossible. And Shawn, fear should drive him away. Instead it turns into something darker. Something harder to resist.

 “Are you sure Ella?” I asked and when she nodded in approval, half scared and anticipating, I slammed my full length into her in one full thrust. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head at the sudden intrusion and she held onto me for dear life, whimpering and moaning loudly without a care in the world and I loved it. I loved the way her lips called my name in pleasure, not knowing whether to beg me to stop or continue.  I was going crazy. This stranger was driving me crazy. I could feel her clench her insides at the sudden intrusion and it took me all the self control I could muster from my whole ancestors to not release in a single thrust. “Fuck Ella… you're doing so good… I whispered raggedly in her ears as her whimpers filled my senses.  I started slow but with each thrust deeper and harder than the last and when it looked like she couldn't take it anymore, I increased my pace and thrust faster, earning louder and faster moans from her. I didn't know what I enjoyed more. Her ecstatic whimpers or actually fucking her senses away. ************************************************************ Elara and Dylan, two complete strangers, mischievously ended up in the same hotel room and they shared a night of hot passion after their drinks got spiked. Unknown to the both of them, powerful forces are working to unite the both of them for a greater and more sinister motive.

The first thing I do after being reborn is dump my devoted boyfriend and immediately say yes to the obsessive man's pursuit. In my past life, my so-called best friend, Sarah Cole, bound herself to an app that could transfer all of my boyfriend's love for me to her. My boyfriend was Luke Spencer. The golden roses he prepared for me ended up with her. The hotel he bought for me suddenly had her name on the deed. The way he looked at me shifted from fierce desire to cold disdain, but when he turned to her, his eyes overflowed with the tenderness I once knew so well. When I cried and demanded to know why Luke had changed, he just looked at me with disgust as he spat, "We broke up a long time ago. Leave my girlfriend alone!" On my birthday, Sarah went live online, flaunting how Luke had rented out the entire amusement park for her. Fireworks lit up the sky behind her in a blaze of color. And me? They worked together to have me thrown into a mental hospital. They called me a crazy woman obsessed with someone who never loved me back, and in endless rounds of electroshock therapy and forced medication, I died in despair. When I open my eyes again, I'm reborn. This time, I no longer feel anything real for my ex-boyfriend. Instead, I play along with Ethan Grant. I find it funny when Sarah opens the app again, siphoning away every drop of Ethan's overwhelming love. I really want to know if she can handle it.

I slept with a stranger in Dubai. The next morning he disappeared without a word. Days later, I walked into the company I was hired to save… and discovered my one-night stand was the CEO. And worse— he was the wrong brother. Lana Vale never mixes business with pleasure. As a brilliant executive consultant, she travels to Dubai to save a struggling billion-dollar company—Hale Industries. Her plan is simple: finish the restructuring, secure the deal, and leave without getting involved in the powerful Hale family. But one drunken night changes everything. After a party, Lana ends up in a passionate encounter with a mysterious stranger in her hotel room. No names. No promises. Just one unforgettable night. The next morning, he’s gone. Days later, Lana walks into Hale Industries for her first day of work—and nearly collapses when she sees him again. The stranger from that night is Ethan Hale, the cold and dangerously attractive CEO of the company she was hired to fix. And the situation gets even worse. Because Ethan has a younger brother… The brother Lana was actually supposed to meet. What started as a mistake quickly turns into a dangerous secret. As Lana works closely with Ethan to save the company, their chemistry becomes impossible to ignore. But the deeper their relationship grows, the more complicated everything becomes. Family expectations. Corporate power struggles. And a mysterious woman determined to destroy the Hale empire. Soon Lana realizes that the biggest mistake of her life might not be sleeping with Ethan. It might be falling in love with him. Because in the Hale family… Love can be just as dangerous as betrayal. And Lana Vale may have just made the worst mistake of all— She started dating the wrong brother.

She thought he was a stranger for the night, until he called her “stepmother.” ******************** Scarlett became a collateral wife to one of the most ruthless billionaires in the country after her father sold her to him cheaply because he was drowning in debts. She became a trophy wife, whom he had no regard for. He cheated on her over and over again, and whenever Scarlett complained about it, he told her she could do the same. An open marriage offer was thrown at her without a care, fed up and wanting to rebel, Scarlett embraced the idea too. She strutted into a host bar with just one thought in mind: to get ruined for the night, and asked for the hottest male host to get her laid. She spent a passionate night with a call boy, whose name she didn’t even bother to ask, and ran off the next day, burying her little secret in that hotel room. But the secret came biting back at her when she realized, at the family dinner the next day, that the call boy from the other night was her husband’s eldest son. She thought she could bury the memories of the night by pretending she had forgotten, but she was far gone, because that one night of temptation had sprouted into a forbidden desire she couldn’t control. She shouldn't have let him touched her that night, now she was ruined, and wouldn't mind crossing the line to have him touched her like that again, but underneath the burning temptation was also a conspiracy that Scarlett would have to uncover… *****Warning***** This books contains a lot of steamy scenes, and explicit contents which is strictly not for people under 18.

One night of moon-fueled liquid courage was all it took for Mars Reed to ruin his life. Mistakenly messaging his cold, predatory Alpha CEO instead of his best friend was strike one. Waking up in the elite VTN ROOM entangled in the powerful limbs of Grant Walker was strike two. But fleeing the scene and leaving behind the pack’s most sensitive legal contracts? That was the death blow to his career. Mars is a low-level analyst with a dying mother and a mountain of debt. He can’t afford to be the object of an Alpha’s curiosity, especially not one as ruthless as Grant—the man rumored to have a heart made of mountain ice and a secret soul-bond etched in ink on his skin. But when Mars creeps into the Walker Ridge Estate to beg for his documents back, he doesn’t get a pink slip. He gets a command. "I need a consort. You need a savior. We sign the blood-bond at dawn." Grant Walker doesn't do accidents. He doesn't do mercy. And he certainly doesn't do romance. He needs a husband to solidify his claim over Westline Holdings, and Mars is the perfect, disposable piece for his board. Locked into a high-stakes marriage of convenience, Mars must navigate the lethal politics of Havencrest while resisting the heat of a man who treats him like a subordinate by day and a treasure by night. But as the shadows of the Walker Ridge close in, Mars begins to realize that the "mistake" in the hotel room might not have been a mistake at all—and that Grant’s guarded heart might be the most dangerous trap of all. He walked into a contract he thought belonged to another man. Now, he belongs to the Alpha.

The nights in Vicente were a coexistence of order and gunfire. Tonight was the wedding, ten years overdue, between Anthony Oliver, the don of the Oliver mafia family, and Mabel Samson, the woman who had stood beside him through bloodshed, betrayals, and underworld wars. A top-tier luxury hotel had been cleared by the family's soldati. Below them glittered a sea of city lights; above them bloomed fireworks commissioned for the future Donna alone. The man known for his ruthlessness knelt on one knee with a rare diamond ring, his eyes filled with rare tenderness. "Mabel," he said, "you walked through hell at my side. Let me give you peace for the rest of your life." It seemed that all the sacrifices and patience had finally led somewhere. However, just as Mabel's fingers were about to touch the ring, a piercing scream came from above. "Don't! Anthony! Save me!" That single cry drew all of Anthony's attention away. The girl was not unfamiliar to Mabel. Two years earlier, Anthony's twin brother had been tortured to death by a rival mafia family while covering his retreat. His body was never recovered. And Cheryl Reyes was the fiancée he had protected with his life. Mabel watched as the man she loved abandoned everything without hesitation and ran toward another woman. She stepped forward and tried to stop him. "Don't go. The wedding isn't over." However, when their eyes met, the Don accused her coldly of being heartless and selfish. And in that moment, Mabel felt tired. Perhaps it was time, just once, to choose herself over the Family.