Haunted Jefferson Hotel Texas Novels & Stories

Unless you have an invite or are a member, you have no business showing up in such places. When you get to Czarna Pantera's uptown club, the first thing you see is the hotel building. 7 stars standard, silver in color, towering every building 5 miles away. In the day, it was just a normal hotel but at night and on certain days of the month, year round, this place was a slave market, a orgy studio, a private casino and one of the best club houses in Texas City. Unless you were told or kidnapped and brought here, you would never guess that it was a trashy place.

[1 hour after Thomas arrival] [At 10 pm] At precisely 10:00 pm, the taxi came to a halt in front of Luxor Lodgings hotel. Kaylee settled the fare and got out, carrying her bag and laptop. Gazing up at the majestic hotel, its glass windows mirrored the city lights, creating a dazzling spectacle in the darkness. As she stepped onto the sidewalk, walking on her heels, a refreshing breeze caressed her face, carrying the vibrant aroma of the bustling city. She arrived at the hotel for a significant business conference with Ethan, and Opulent Heights had been selected as the venue. The hotel's reputation for opulence and sophistication preceded it. It was her first visit to this magnificent hotel,

Turning to the hall entrance, her heart skipped millions of beats, as she stood transfixed, staring at the masculine figure who had just walked into the hall, with another man, who Charvie assumed to be his guard, walking behind him "I..is he the one?" "Yes." Her mom replied "we would help you find a way to spike his drink, then you can follow him home, I know he his with lot of men, but you will survive." Her mother assured. The crazy assurance that led to her regrets....she jolts back to the present, as she tries to make the past stay hidden again, but no, her mind tend to be stubborn, bringing the most troubling part. The minute she had perfectly sneaked into his hotel room, in one of the

It was a general restroom for people at the pool and men and women were found talking as though it was a spot for relaxation. "No one must be suspicious." Alexander told the men and returned to his room, thinking. It was a long time before he fell asleep, hoping the culprit would apprehended but the next morning when he woke up, there was another news that shook him to the core. All over the news were photos of the two ladies that were maimed and along with it was a photo of he and his hotel and a caption. CHAOS IN ALEXANDER GRAYSON'S BRAND NEW HOTEL.

Maddox was holding his little Xylus who was peacefully asleep. They were in the French Quarter, their hotel was Lafayette Hotel. As it was no time for rest, they went hunting for Weston. Maddox was rocking his baby in the lobby while Vlora sits on the chair with her girl and Debrah looking around. The weather of Lousiana was pleasant and Weston and David were being told the whole story. He was now gone...he is trapped from both sides. If he goes back, Maddox will kill him and here this hybrid will kill him.

He'd probably been waiting for this conversation since the moment I'd agreed to his twisted proposal. My fingers found the faint scar at my throat—barely visible now, but I felt it every time my pulse jumped. Every time he looked at me like I was prey he hadn't decided whether to devour or keep as a pet. "I should have slit your throat," I whispered. "But you didn't." The memory hit like a physical blow, dragging me back to that night when I'd still believed I was the one in control. The Phoenix Hotel had been a fortress of glass and gold, the kind of place where men like Kayden Gravano held court over their kingdoms of blood and money. I'd spent hours mapping every security system, every bl

" Henry was too lazy to pay attention to that type of person, so he kicked him away. Then, he got into his car and drove away. Jeffery would take care of Scar; he did not need to take any action. There was no better place to go after the house had burned down. Paradise One was both ostentatious and excessively far away. He found a nearby hotel and went inside with both women, one in each arm. That drew the attention of the front desk, who suspected something was wrong. Fortunately, Cheryl regained consciousness early, thanks to his silver needle treatment.

I shook my head and was on the tip of my toes to bite his chin, rubbing his five o’clock shadow beard on my cheek. “No, what my father thinks of you doesn’t change how I feel, Fred died to me, Hunter.” “If he touches you, I’ll destroy him, Maggie.” I snuggle myself on his chest, shaking my head. “Don’t say a thing like that, Hunter.” “I hope he doesn’t dare trying something with you, hurting you that way, the next time he may not have the same luck of getting out alive, like the had now. Sitting at the private Hilton Hotel in Chicago, I get a message on my iPhone, I see that’s it’s from Geffrey, it must be news about the thug Maggie is rubbing herself against.

Stupid fox. My pre-drive calm was thoroughly rattled when I pulled into the parking lot, looking up at the dark and foreboding building. Who would ever think to construct such a hideous place, let alone turn it into a hotel? It loomed, four stories of classic Hollywood creepiness, the outside barely lit by two flickering bulbs over the entrance.

As it was also where Kennedy worked as a bartender, and as Athena had absolutely no intention of talking this shit out with her sisters, it was automatically off the table. That left The Right Attitude. She'd always privately thought that meant a bad attitude, given the clientele who frequented it. Those respectable folks didn't darken its door, and the Sheriff's Department was on speed dial. Heads were regularly cracked and glassware busted. She hadn't been inside since an unfortunate incident testing out a fake ID when she was eighteen, but best as she could tell, the place hadn't changed much. The squat, cinderblock building was a dingier shade of brown than it had been eight years before