Celestine Hotel Tokyo Novels & Stories

Mine, however, will be on a par with theirs. I intend to have one of the tallest buildings just outside of Tokyo, floor to ceiling glass windows for each room, spa suites in each one, dressing rooms, bedrooms, en suite bathrooms, entrance areas the whole nine yards. There will be no expense spared, since I will be charging the equivalent of a thousand dollars a night. This hotel like all my others will be for exclusive guests only.

They're becoming wild animals who just got out of their cage. Celestine is not used to these kinds of places even though she is a model. She has never been inclined to drink alcohol and go to clubs so she is not comfortable with what she sees now around her. "Are we close to the VIP room you rented?" she asked Lander and she even had to put her lips near his ear so that the man could hear her properly. "Yes, actually we're here now." Lander opened the door in front of them that she didn't even notice because she's busy wandering her eyes to the whole place.

"Ah, yes and one more thing. Tell me about the Casino." "Casino? Would you like to play Casino, Young Master, at the Berlian Hotel?" Bastian's eyebrows trembled. The man, who always wore a black suit and matching trousers everywhere, couldn't hide his surprise. *** Two days have passed. Evening has come to say hello. Without dinner, Arsenio went to the Berlian Motel which is located southwest of Sky Blue City. More precisely in District D12. The hotel, which has 70 floors, is also the most luxurious six-star hotel in District D12 and the busiest hotel in Sky Blue City.

she muttered. “If fear doesn’t separate them…” Her eyes darkened. “Then we destroy something they can’t survive losing.” ***************** Luxury hotel. Top floor. No cameras. No records. The room smelled like expensive wine and old money. Celeste stood by the window when the door opened. Slow footsteps. Measured. Elegant. Selene. Tall. Graceful. Draped in black silk. Her beauty was colder than Celeste’s. Sharper. Like a blade wrapped in velvet.

Aurora’s eyes widened at the marvelous beauty of the Hotel. “Yes, it is.” The door was opened and she stepped down elegantly, one foot at a time. When she entered the Hotel, the interior decor of the hotel took her breath away. Stepping through the bronze-framed entrance doors was like entering another world. The lobby soared three stories high, with a ceiling adorned in hand-painted frescoes depicting Velloria’s mythological love stories. Crystal chandeliers—each containing over ten thousand pieces of Czech crystal—hung like frozen fireworks, casting prismatic light across cream marble floors inlaid with rose gold.

Then she looked around the room, searching for someone. "Who is Mr. George?" "Me." George replied with an unhappy expression. "Wanhao Hotel is a five-star hotel. Why is security here so poor that these people can just walk in? Do you still want to do business?" "Mr. Nagel, we apologize." The woman bowed politely. "The reception room next door is also being used for an event. Because there are so many guests, we ask that you move to the Celestial Room. The hotel will compensate you. We will discount all of your expenses for tonight by twenty percent. What do you think?"