Cerita Cinta Kamar Hotel Ah Novels & Stories

But love is not about gender, right? Being a guy, fall in love with a guy too, for me, it's not normal but for Nate it's common, but for me, it's wrong. Maybe because I am too afraid. "Hey, Ian, Rapture Hotel, this room," Scott said reaching for a goldenswipecard with the floor and room number. Exclusive card, at least Zaki owns Rapture. I got in my car and drove to the Rapture Hotel. (Forward) Arriving at the hotel I immediately opened and entered the room.

I was enthralled by the view of the great city of Athens, one I had only seen in papers and on the internet, but I have never had the pleasure of seeing physically up until now. We signed into one of the company's hotels here and nothing of Raine's delusive RomCom novel moment happened. We didn't get one room, of course not. The hotel was informed prior our arrival and if rooms were not available for us, I could be certain that the person or people responsible won't be let off with just a warning. Then, if it isn't obvious now, we obviously didn't share one bed because my room was perfect and didn't have any leaking roof or bathroom clogged situation that made me forced to share a room with

It was a small but beautiful 3star hotel. After exchanging a few words with the receptionist he got his keys and took Tara to the room. They entered and Sumit closed the room. He searched the whole room; every corner, lights, flower vases, frames etc. While Tara was blessing heavily on his stupid anxious look. She knew why they both were there. After confirming the room was the safe place he removed his t-shirt and pulled Tara to his side. Without wasting a second, their lips matched and started testing each other's mouth. A long passionate kiss was just finished and the door knocked," Sir, Your order is outside." The waiter said.

JESSA The hotel was nicer than anywhere I'd ever been. Not fancy-fancy, but nice. Clean. The kind of place where they had those little bottles of shampoo and conditioner in the bathroom and the sheets actually smelled like they'd been washed. Cameron had texted me the room number an hour ago. Room 412. I stood outside the door at 6:58 PM, trying to calm my racing heart. This was different from the car. That had been desperate, frantic, born out of eight weeks of unbearable tension finally snapping. We'd barely gotten our clothes off. It had been over in minutes.

Cassandra’s POV Outside the hotel room, I clasped my hand over my mouth. The sounds were unmistakable. My husband was in the hotel room… Having sex with another woman! I burned with rage. I’d seen the dirty text message on my husband’s phone an hour ago. ‘‘Hey baby. Hope this gets you nice and hard. Can’t wait to see you tonight. Meet me at the Sterling Hotel. 8:00pm. Xoxo’ I’d thought the text message was just spam. But I’d gone to the Sterling Hotel anyway. I NEVER thought, in a million years, my husband would actually go.

He grinned and pressed his lips on hers. We are still outside. She muttered. We can always get a hotel room since home is far away. ***** Kpam... The door of the hotel room 203 flung open and they two couples enter. She clung to him.. .. her legs wrapped around him. He kissed her lips... Her neck as he pulled her closer. She pulled his head closer as Their lips met. He dropped her on the bed and straddle her, going for her lips again. Biting of flesh was head and she screamed.

California. A hotel. Two nude bodies intertwined with each other in the dimly lit room. "Aaah... Alex... Faster than that please.." Rita bit his shoulders softly. Dominick pounded into her faster, and faster... Soon they climaxed, and he lay on top of her. At her request, he had brought her over to a hotel. She insisted that his villa was no longer safe for their little escapades... Dominick tried to persuade her, but she didn't budge one bit...

Clover POV 48 Horrifying hours later The hotel room had started feeling smaller, not physically. The room was actually ridiculous, King-sized bed, floor-to-ceiling windows. A bathroom bigger than my first apartment. The kind of suite influencers cried over online. But after two days? It felt like somebody kept moving the walls closer while I slept. And before you say anything. No, I did not sleep with Cameron, not after last time. If anything, these past two days have reminded me exactly why I should stay mad at him. After the whole back and front with him, we ended up at the hotel.

Cara stood in front of the hotel room, holding her phone in her face. She stared at the text message. 'Want to know where your so-called fiance is? You might wanna check Emerald Hotel, room 350.' She had bribed the attendant at the reception, pleading with her just to go in. Now she stood in front of the room, her makeover smeared her face and the tears poured more than before. She could hear his moans and grunts from where she stood.

•.• Skylar •.• “I’m Room 16,” Harper said, staring at her phone. “Queens Hall.” She looked up at me. The school had sent out details of students’ dorm rooms and every other vital piece of information through email. “What room are you?” she asked, and I pursed my lips, staring down at my phone. “Room 17…” I was interrupted when Harper shrieked and threw her arms around me. “Our rooms will be right next to each other!” she grinned, and I cocked my head to the side.