Class Room Of The Elite Novelas e Histórias

Amber said as she stretched out her hand for Victoria to hold on to while she dragged her through the room and outside. "Hey excuse me I'll like a room please," Amber said to the receptionist as Victoria tugged onto her arm like a baby. "$5000 for the premium room ma'am," The young man said smiling politely like his job required. "Non-premium?"Amber had to ask. "We don't have um, a non-premium room ma'am, we do have a golden room though that will be $20000." He said still smiling and Amber felt like punching him in the face. "The room and its service actually last for a week." He added.

Bohdan asked. “Not very often, but sometimes a rich industrialist will come and pay to have an armed escort down here. It’s usually a huge deal when they do and they have lots of armed guards. Now that you’re here, I’m sure we’ll have a lot more of them showing up. I bet they give you a room of your own.” “What do you mean a room of my own?” Bohdan asked. “There are three building here, one is filled with the Mormons, the other with miners. The third is torn to pieces and is filled with rats and shit. Most of the vampires use it as a toilet.”

he asked me before turning around and heading inside. I just snorted. Wasteful. I thought he would laugh. I still hope. Shh! I just stepped inside. COLE POV I gasped as I entered the large brass door. An elegant and spacious room was revealed to me. Wait, how can I describe it? I can't find a sensible adjective. The room itself shouted the eliteness status of the owner. Terrible! Just imagine that a Prince lives in Sephiro's Penthouse. That's not difficult... Bennet looks like a prince. Prince of Bipolars and screamers. Hahahaha!

Despite Adrian's assistance with the rent, it still wasn't enough. Grace announced that Angel had mentioned Crystal being a private show. Crystal sighed, dreading the situation. After Liam and Herb became friends, Liam stopped coming to the club and Angel took over again. Crystal took a deep breath, attempting to calm her nerves. "Which room?". Crystal asked. "Room 347," she replied. "The special room?" Crystal inquired. She nodded. It was the most expensive room in the club, and no one had ever booked it before. A blast of icy air from the air conditioning welcomed Crystal as she opened the door to the room. She felt a shiver running down her spine.

I took her further inside, into the depth where darkness lived. A room opened. I threw her inside and turned on the lights. It was the infamous Red Room that had a room all around Asia. Every single one of the people from underground knew that I, Zohan Salvatore owned this room. Though it was a mystery and no one entered here except me ad now– Gloria, no one even wanted to visit here.

He wore a black suit and greeted the family in a friendly, but manly voice. “Good Afternoon, Alpha Romero is away at the moment, but will return shortly. Please let me show you to your rooms and Welcome to the Blue Moon Warriors Pack house.” He said with smile on his face and a slight bow. Elleanna watched him turn to go inside and followed behind him after her family. She was led to a gorgeous room with a huge king size bed in the middle. Dark curtains hung near the open windows, there was a bathroom attached and a walk in closet. There was also a white wooden vanity tucked against the wall.

His eyes, a striking blue held mine. “The hotel is full. The storm is getting worse. And I’ve had this room booked for months. So unless you want to sleep in the lobby , I suggest we make this work.” I swallowed hard. He extended his hand. “Elias.” “Lena,” I whispered, shaking it. His grip was firm, warm, and sent a spark straight through me. We rode the private elevator up in silence. The tension was thick enough to cut. When we stepped into Room 313, the storm outside seemed to fade. The suite was breathtaking. With soft lighting, a massive bed, a living area with a fireplace, and a terrace that was currently being battered by rain.

She wanted easy access. A tall man in a black suit approached her as soon as she entered the VIP section. "The clients in the Diamond Room are waiting for their entertainment tonight. Follow me." Elara smirked and followed him without question. This was exactly what she came for. The man opened a set of heavy double doors. The Diamond Room was pure luxury, dim red lighting, mirrored walls, a massive circular bed in the center, and three powerful men waiting inside. Elara's breath caught. They were all tall, broad-shouldered, and radiating raw dominance. But what made her freeze was the moment they turned around and their eyes locked on her.

I gave a curt nod and glided past them toward the private elevators. Downstairs, I provided Elara with the address for The Lux House. The establishment was an unbranded, brilliant white building surrounded by a handful of high-end, unmarked vehicles—the kind of discreet venue that never advertised its services to the public. I had read about it in exclusive publications. The Lux House was where the country's ultra-elite conducted private negotiations when they required absolute discretion. Privacy was paramount, and every single private dining room was soundproofed. Elara killed the engine and moved to open my door, but I raised a hand to stop her.

"Charming. Truly." He left me in a room that felt like a museum for the elite. A grand piano sat in the corner, and a massive chandelier hung from a glass ceiling four stories up, dripping in crystals that looked like frozen tears. Two other women were already there. One was a veteran from the elite circuit, looking at me like I was a stray pup. "Ms. Sedgewick, the Alpha will see you now," Margaret Hale announced, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade.