Hotel L'interlude Novels & Stories

Willow glanced around, her hesitation palpable as she extended her hand. "Get up first." Matthew slid the diamond ring onto her ring finger amid the swell of applause. … Night had long fallen. Through the vast floor-to-ceiling windows of the five-star hotel overlooking Portumville River, cruise ships drifted along the water. The bustling scene outside resembled a dream came to life. Terence lounged on the couch, his legs casually crossed and propped up on the coffee table as he scrolled through his phone.

she said in awe. Evan smiled. “That’s the city for you.” ***** Finally, after navigating through the lively streets of downtown Ravenridge, Evan turned onto a quieter avenue lined with elegant buildings. At the end of the street stood a beautiful hotel with tall glass windows and golden lights glowing warmly inside. Clara read the sign aloud. “The Aurora Grand Hotel.” Evan parked the car. Clara turned toward him slowly. “This is where we’re staying?” “For the next few days.” She stared at the building in disbelief.

Thankfully, I had the foresight to bring a vehicle large enough to fit all of us, including the security detail, without completely suffocating. "Where to, Lucy?" I ask, turning my head toward her as the doors lock. "The Pendulum," she says casually, focusing all her attention on comforting Betty. My eyebrows jump slightly at the name, leaning back against the leather seat. Who the hell is this George? The President’s son? The Pendulum is the one and only ultra-luxury hotel in Midtown. It was completed less than two months ago, and the exclusivity is so ridiculous that even the Blackwells have to be put on a waitlist just to get a cup of coffee in the lobby.

After a short limousine drive through the streets of Paris, we arrived at the B Montmartre Hôtel that was boldly stated at the entrance. "Bonjour et bienvenue à l'hôtel, Monsieur Hollen," a receptionist greeted us when we walked up to her desk. Translation *Hello, and welcome to the hotel, Mr. Hollen* "Bonjour. léger changement de plans.J'ai besoin de deux chambres," Jevan responded fluently. Translation *Hello. Slight change of plans. I need two rooms* The receptionist's face fell. "Je suis désolé. nous n'avons plus de chambres."

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!"

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

Lukas is staying in another room, citing the fact that he doesn’t want to step into our room with us in a passionate embrace. And so, to Liam’s delight, he rents a separate suite room for us in a luxurious hotel. It is a Palace Hotel nestled in the heart of the city–close to both Seine and the Tuileries Gardens. The entrance is a grand sweeping staircase with magnificent chandeliers and crystal columns, and the lobby is adorned with frescoes and polished marble floors. I asked him the price, but he didn’t tell me, so I checked the website. By then, I had already stopped computing how many years it would take me before I could pay for it.

Philip chuckled and said, “That’s right. He’s very grateful for your help, so he wants me to invite you to a meal.” Kayson thought for a while and said, “Sure. Tell him that I’m going.” He was doing Philip a favor. Livia had found the right person. If it was anyone else, he might have rejected them. “Sure. I’ll let Mr. Shore know. Are you going back to the hotel yourself, or are you going with us?” Kayson said, “I’ll go by myself.” Philip then told him the location. It was Verdant International Hotel, a five-star hotel, as well as the best hotel in Greenspring.

Parang gusto ko sumigaw dahil sa kakaibang nararamdaman ko ngayon. "Good morning sir and ma'am. Welcome to the Intimate Hotel," pagbati ng babae sa amin. Naparolyo na lamang ako sa mga mata ko dahil sa pagbati at pagngiti ng clerk. "I want a room with special course," sabi ni Lorenzo habang tinitignan ang flyer na hawak niya kaya tinignan ko rin ito. Napangiwi na lamang ako sa nakita ko sa flyer. Ang napili niyang room ay hindi gaano kaliit at hindi din gaano kalaki. Anong special course? Binasa ko ito.