Haunted Jefferson Hotel Texas Novels & Stories

"What Texas blues-rock band, known for their beards and fur-lined guitars, made the 2004 list of Hall of Famers?" As he finished the question, he shot a warning glance at his woman. She only smirked in response and tipped her head against his shoulder. She wasn't treating him as a fling or a secret. They hadn't talked about making any kind of formal announcement that they were together. But that easy affection, the open claiming of him in front of her family, gave Logan hope that this was truly the beginning of something lasting. "Who is ZZ Top?" Kennedy announced. "This is Trivial Pursuit, not Jeopardy. Answers should not come in the form of a question," Athena protested.

I know I initially said it would be only for emergencies but in case you haven't noticed, there's an internal crisis going on inside me which is in fact an emergency. Finding the tracking app connected to my phone, I input Shaun's phone’s IP address and hold my breath as a green circle rolls on the screen, indicating that it’s loading. By the time it’s done loading, my breath still remains hitched in my throat and a million thoughts races through my head. Maybe, Jess was right after all. I can hear my consciousness say, but I push her voice far away. Now's not the time. The red dot on my screen indicates that Shaun is here in New Orleans. Specifically at the New Orientals Hotel, the largest

I gave him a resounding slap that I had been taking in for a very long time now, shocking the entire room. “There is absolutely something to think about, Rachelle Lefevre and Bryan Lefevre.” I turned over to them and smiled while they had a shock expression on. “The Columns Hotel's Grand ballroom, one of the prestigious hotels in Louisiana. Do you remember now?” I asked and I didn't miss the flabbergasted look Rachelle gave, glamping in hard. “Hotel Grand?” She asked, trying to look surprised in everything I just said. “No, just shut it. Shut it right there. One more word from any of you and I will make you pay.” I threatened and she shifted backwards.

Author’s POV **20 YEARS LATER...** **Blue Stars Hotel – Private Room 203** The heavy bass from the hotel bar vibrated through the walls as laughter and loud music filled the air. Inside Private Room 203, things had turned ugly. A young woman named Hazel Lett was backed against the wall, her eyes wide with terror. Three drunk men surrounded her, their hands grabbing at her clothes. One of them laughed loudly as he ripped her thin top, tearing it to shreds. Another pulled a pair of scissors from his pocket and started cutting her jeans.