Hotel L'interlude Novels & Stories

Mayeli took in the view of Hôtel Fouquet's Barrière as she and Nixen walked in, arms entwined. Her Mom, Shaila, and Bryelle were already waiting for them at the private suite Nixen had managed to reserve for them. It was one of the most popular hotels in paris and getting a reservations was more than a big deal. It was her birthday though, she deserved it. Mayeli smiled as she read the banner hanging on the entrance door of the suite.

He bowed and opened the backseat door right away. As I sat, I asked before he could close the door. "Who's on the phone?!" Luke cleared his throat before answering. "It was Madam Shantel, boss. She said she reserved a dining room for the two of you in the Intercontinental Hotel. She said she could guess you didn't eat what Thalia prepared because it's already too late!"

She made her way into a hotel and looked around the reception lifting her head she sniffed and could scent nothing no humans had been there since the war ended more than a year ago. It was a huge exclusive hotel that had catered only for those with money, it had a spa and a Michelin Star restaurant along with an indoor pool. Wandering down the corridors she burst out laughing when she saw the pool, it was covered in lilly pads with ducks and geese paddling over it.

She tried to defend herself but the look on his face had her clamping her mouth shut and she sighed in defeat “What did he do so wrong? I think you were being too harsh with him” “That’s not for you to decide, princess” Iris said nothing but focus her attention on the luxurious hotel’s décor. Unlike the Rutherfords Hotels in the States, the design of this one had been tweaked to fit the fashionable lifestyle of the French people. The hotel had a historic feel to it and she felt like she was in a museum instead of the hotel. She remembered seeing a review of the Rutherford Hotel in French as the best branch of the Rutherford conglomerate but she hadn’t bothered to finish it.

Gotta love it. Mom drifted past me, her power pulling me along with her. I went to the formal front door, stood next to her with Dad and Erica at my back while Odette turned with another of her false smiles. "You all must come for dinner tomorrow evening," she said. "We've rented the delightful hotel, what was the name of that place again, cher?" "Hillcrest Hotel," Raoul said. His voice was rough and harsh, sounding more Russian than French. "Ah, oui," Odette said. "Hillcrest Hotel. Please, you must come."

I followed. The lobby, pale stone and height. A fire burned at the far end, throwing amber across the floor. We reached the desk. The woman pulled up our reservation. Looked at her screen. Looked up. "Mr. Valentine." She kept her voice low. "There's been a booking error. You and your guest have been placed in our connecting suites on the forty-second floor, the Hirsch and the Brenner. The hotel is fully occupied tonight. A pharmaceutical conference. We're unable to make alternative arrangements."

Collins glanced over his shoulder briefly, then turned back without a word, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking. They arrived at Florence’s international airport, a fleet of sleek black sedans was already waiting for them on the tarmac. The thirty-minute drive to Hotel Miravalle took them through narrow Italian streets, sunlight catching on cobbled stone and historic buildings. Hotel Miravalle stood tall and elegant, its ivy-covered walls glowing in the afternoon sun. White curtains floated behind tall windows, and marble statues lined the quiet courtyard. They stepped through the glass doors into Hotel Miravalle, a boutique masterpiece with marble floors and glittering crystal

"Lornado, do you know when Eliot Bassett's Poetic Fusion Event is scheduled?" "Five days from now, sir," Lornado answered, his tone clipped as a Spartan battle formation. Brandon nodded, his mind already crafting an itinerary to maximize their Grecian getaway. After a scenic forty-minute drive that felt like a journey through time itself, they arrived at the Κάλος Hotel. The structure rose before them like a futuristic mirage, all gleaming glass and sweeping curves that somehow managed to both contrast and complement the ancient city around it. As Lornado expertly maneuvered their luggage, Brandon and Britney stood transfixed. The hotel's twin crescents seemed to reach for the sky, sunlight

Didn’t push. He just kept stealing glances—like he couldn’t believe she was real. “Was the restaurant what you expected?” he asked, his voice low, rough, already threaded with want. She nodded slowly. “More than I expected.” Kade’s lips twitched. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” ⸻ The Hotel It was just outside of the city, tucked between hills and forest, cloaked in soft fog and elegance. A restored estate turned boutique inn—intimate and rich with deep wood, soft lighting, and staff that spoke in hushed, respectful tones.

Yet, the nagging sense of unease persisted, her wolf’s earlier warning echoing faintly in the back of her mind. “Don’t look so serious,” Fidel said, glancing at her as they pulled up to the hotel’s grand entrance. “This is supposed to be fun.” Lila plastered on a bright smile. “You’re right. Let’s make it a night to remember.” Arrival at the Venue The Pearl Hotel was a masterpiece of modern luxury, its gleaming façade lit up like a beacon against the night sky. As they stepped inside, Lila allowed herself a moment to take in the opulence of the space.