Grand Hotel Novel Novels & Stories

In order to maintain poise, Zenith faked a polite tone and said, “Luna, look at you. I studied abroad for many years and received higher education. Of course, I won’t mind, or else it would make me cheap.” His strange tone made him feel superior as he mocked Andrius. Andrius did not bother to argue with a clown like him. “Oh, right!” Zenith took Andrius’ silence as his glorious victory. He smiled and then said proudly, “I booked a room at the Grand Ocean Hotel. Let’s go have dinner there tonight. All of you!” The Grand Ocean Hotel was a one-of-a-kind hotel in Sumeria. It was said that the master chef there used to be the Emperor’s cook.

From a distance, Candice could see that Henry's hand was on Hailey's waist, smiling with an air of self-satisfaction. Pearl Grand Hotel was luxurious and extravagant. Candice could naturally tell from Henry's casual and familiar demeanor that he had long been accustomed to such places. Having a meal at the hotel cost at least four figures. So whilst he had told Candice he’d had no choice but to stay in Solaris due to difficulties that prevented him from returning to Dorrington City, he had been casually frequenting a luxurious place like this enough to become familiar with it.

LILLIAN POV The hired car pulled through the dark streets and stayed far behind Wanni’s vehicle so that she would not notice. My heart beat heavily in my chest. I was really doing this. I was following a woman I had called a friend, suspecting her of things that still felt impossible to believe. Wanni’s car turned into a street that was familiar and my stomach dropped. The Grand Luxe Hotel. The very same place Baron had brought me for dinner weeks ago. The most expensive hotel in the city. Ofcourse.

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE – WHO CARES? NOVA POV In most novels I read, when there’s a “one bed” scenario, the guy usually offers the couch while the woman takes the bed. But with Luca, the rules are reversed. He’s sprawled across the king-sized bed like he owns it—and maybe he actually does—and I’m stuck on the couch, wondering how I got myself trapped in this gilded cage of a hotel. I glance around the room, trying to reconcile opulence with hostility. Crystal chandeliers, polished marble floors and gilded accents.

She just came close and placed her hand gently over the bump. “It’s time,” I whispered. She looked at me, her eyes kind. “You want to see Kael?” I nodded. “Yes. I should start preparing. If I’m going to stay in his hotel, I should know what kind of place it is.” “And the kind of people that lived there “Nana added softly. I didn’t reply, but she wasn’t wrong. — Kael’s hotel was unlike anything I imagined. It wasn’t just fancy—it was grand. Wide glass doors opened up to a tall ceiling, floors that gleamed, and a sweet, clean scent that wrapped around the air. Everything looked like it belonged in a magazine.

I laughed so hard the composure I was building – of a high class woman – chartered, throwing back to Adele Ford, the simple resort owner surrounded by lovers of croissants, plus a dark erotic novel lover. I missed those days. God, I couldn't wait for this ‘honeymoon’ phase to be over so I could return to Greenville. “Hey, don't come back here empty handed. Buy as many spicy, dark, hot male lead novels as much as the capital’s bookshops hold! Also, I want spicy gist too. Create as much drama as your thick skin allows! Don't let those rich motherfuckers walk all over you, you're bigger than them now, squash them under your heels if you must!”

Far out on the dark sea, illuminated yachts drifted slowly across the horizon. Towering above the coastline stood the Summerlight Grand Hotel— one of the Crawford family’s flagship luxury properties. Navia slipped on a pair of sunglasses and walked into the lobby. The staff immediately recognized that her clothing and presence were anything but ordinary. A hotel employee approached politely. “Good evening, miss. Do you have a reservation?” “No.” The employee hesitated awkwardly. “I’m very sorry, but the hotel is fully booked tonight.” “Is that so?” Navia calmly reached into her bag and pulled out a black card.

She was surprised, she felt as if she was floating as he twirled her around and pulled her back to him. The two couples ruled the dance floor and the rest of the world was forgotten at that moment. *** After the dance, they walked around the hall, she linked her arm to his as she chatted excitedly, "This is why I wanted to attend this ball," She grinned, "because I wrote this scene and you know this castle-like hotel, I took a reference from the hotel in my world, The Ace Hotel, that's the best in the whole country and it's so damn expensive that I only got to visit it once when I won a free meal ticket and the food there.... hmmm.....it was so yum..." She closed her eyes reminiscing the tas

He squeezed, his thumb digging into the sensitive muscle just above my knee. "You look dangerous tonight, Sofia," he murmured. "See that you act like it. Don't cower. Don't look down. You belong to me, which means you outrank everyone in that room. Do you understand?" "I understand," I whispered, the heat of his hand seeping into my skin. He squeezed once more before returning his hand to the wheel. The Grand Hotel lived up to its name. A live orchestra played something classical and boring in the corner, drowned out by the murmur of a thousand expensive conversations.

He clearly didn’t like the idea, but after a long pause, he let out a slow breath and released my wrist. He exhaled sharply, clearly not liking this, but he didn’t argue. Instead, his fingers continued holding my wrist. It took some minutes before he let go. “If anything feels off, you call me immediately. Don’t you dare hesitate.” I gave him a reassuring nod before turning toward the hotel. The New Orleans Hotel was one of the most high-end places in the city, known for its discretion and luxury. The kind of place powerful people used for both business and pleasure—often behind closed doors.