Gideon Bible Hotel Novels & Stories

Cynthia asked Aunt Mercy to sleep with her tonight. Aunt Mercy smiled but did not say anything, "Go! Leave Zion to me. " Cynthia drove an older car on the road. This was Aunt Mercy's home, Gabriel's hotel was the most luxurious seven-star hotel in the city center. His room number was all on her phone. Cynthia parked her car in the garage of the hotel, raised her head and looked at the golden wall of the hotel, and hesitated her way up. Just then, her phone rang, she picked it up, isn't that Gabriel?

Alexandra, still feeling uneasy, reminded, "Keep her safe, Mr. Blackwood." Gideon knew exactly how much Alexandra meant to Phoebe. Since he was pursuing Phoebe, he treated Alexandra's request with sincerity. "I will." … Gideon brought Phoebe back to the hotel where he was staying. He hesitated over whether to book her a separate room. The selfish side of him didn't want to, but if they shared a room that night, he would go without sleep. The earlier kiss was still affecting him, and being in the same room would likely lead to him losing control and scaring her off.

“If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come see it for yourself? I live in Boys Hostel, Dorm C, Room 203." His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I quickly pulled away. “I know your reputation. You’re a player for the school" "So what if I am?” Gideon smirked, drinking from his cup again. "You said I didn't have a good reputation just now, don't you think you should see for yourself? My room is open"

"You really are a fool." He pointed at me and roared at Cindy, "Did you seriously just call him, out of all people, a bum? Do you even know that he owned this five-star hotel, along with the entire hotel group chain in Southsake? "Who do you think you are, taking my money and pretending to be the owner of a hotel that isn't yours to begin with?" Jacob couldn't believe his ears. "No… This can't be…" He had thought he had found a wealthy woman to cling to, and that his life was about to change forever. Yet, not only was he just a secret lover, but the person he was clinging to was a fake who had also been living off someone else.

Wale’s fingers brushed Chino’s knuckles back. They paid a bike man 1,200 naira to take them to Sabon Gari the Christian quarter, louder, more mixed, a bit safer for people who didn’t fit the mold. The hotel was called Peace Lodge: peeling blue paint, iron bars on the windows, generator humming in the yard. The owner, middle aged Uncle Dan, took one look at them, sighed deep, and said, “Upstairs, room 12. No noise after 10. No visitors. 8,000 per night. Pay upfront.” Room 12 was narrow: double bed with a sagging mattress, standing fan, bucket toilet behind a curtain, single bulb hanging. No street window just a small air vent high on the wall.

I'm excited to see how it looks now after the renovation. We stayed the whole night yesterday at the Henry mansion in Huntington. Amelia didn't allow us to leave their place last night. Fifteen minutes later, Gideon came with a bunch of flowers in his hand. "How's the meeting?" I asked after he greeted Kelly and Jeff. "Did you experience any headaches?" Gideon smiled. "No headaches. I'm perfectly fine, sweetheart." He pulled me close to him and planted a soft kiss on my temple. "Come on. Let's go. I'm starving."

Sigrid had been forced to become the bride of the wedding. Sitting in the car, she was not feeling at ease but overwhelmed. Due to today's wedding, the GK Hotel, the biggest hotel in City A, had been completely booked. All of the upstairs rooms were prepared for tonight's guests when they got drunk, and the first and second floors were for the banquet. This was a massive lavish wedding with business tycoons and celebrities in the entertainment industry as guests. Of course, there were other guests not as renowned as well.

" he would reason. "Well, just ask him if you want. Goodbye!" Kevin replied while zipping the bag behind his back. Kevin was about to walk out the door when Sheila blocked him. "Wait-where is Gideon now?" he asked. "At the hotel," Kevin replied as he left his office. —-- "What's wrong with you!" Jodie exclaimed as her hand was still being pulled by Gideon. The muscular man did not answer; instead, he continued to pull her, unaware to the presence of paparazzi inside the hotel.

He led me inside. The interior was breathtaking. A staff member, silent and efficient, appeared to take my single, hastily packed bag. Gideon showed me to a suite of rooms in the west wing. They were exquisite, with a view of a glassy lake and the dark forest beyond. It was more luxurious than anything I’d ever known, and it felt more like a gilded cell than a sanctuary. “Rest,” Gideon said from the doorway. “Dinner is at eight. Someone will come for you. Everything you need will be provided.”