Hotel L'interlude นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Lumaro nodded and smiled again. Suddenly, Lumaro felt the car stopped. He looked at Leslie with an inquisitive look. “Lumaro, we are here already; that is the Triple K Hotel. Its price per night of stay is reasonable but the service and ambiance are for a five-star hotel type.” Leslie said as she pointed out the hotel nearby. Lumaro’s eyes lighted and her smile was from ears to ears. “Thank you once again, Leslie. I will never forget you,” He said, about to alight from the car.

It was the perfect stage for their final act. The hotel was not one of the famous grand palaces on the Quai du Mont-Blanc. It was something else entirely: a former private mansion tucked away on a quiet, cobbled street in the Old Town, its facade unassuming, its name, Le Repos de l'Ombre—The Shadow’s Repose—whispered only in certain circles. It was a place for people who needed to disappear in plain sight. A butler, older, with eyes the color of a winter lake, greeted them at the door. “Messieurs Silva,” he said, his voice a soft, cultured baritone. “Your suite is ready. We trust your journey was pleasant.”

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."

She was only just a cheap whore! Ella gritted her teeth with hatred when she saw Damien's gorgeous suit. The InterContinental Restaurant is a combination of a hotel and a top-notch restaurant. It was basically a place where both vampire and werewolf elite visited so he must have spent a lot to bring her here. She couldn’t wait to take those incriminating pictures and send them to Logan. Meanwhile, Damien had found a way to convince Aimee to come to the hotel tonight. She had first told him to fuck off but he begged and promised that he wasn’t just trying to get Ella killed. He begged her to give him the benefit of the doubt and maybe she did.

It's 6PM, it's probably their dinner time and they don't want to deal with this right now. Putting the phone down on the desk, I walk over to the bed and plunk my head on it, relishing at the gorgeous surroundings I am in. With a fitness centre and spa, Le Boutique Hotel Jardin is a luxurious boutique hotel located in the heart of Paris. It also boasts an elegant lobby with archways and high ceilings. Just a five-minute walk from the Luxembourg Gardens and Notre-Dame-des-Champs Metro Station, I can literally walk to the centre of the city. The hotel's decor is a tribute to French and international literature and my rooms even have an iPod docking station and an iPad for use. Sublime! Resting

But business must go on while renovations are taking place. There was only one tiny problem with this plan. Most of the staff had quit. The receptionist and the clerk left last week without notice. They got new jobs at the new cheesy hotel down the road. 'What type of hotel calls itself The Street Inn?' A dumb name for a place like that, Mark thought. At least, the girls didn't try to demand any payment before they left. They didn't seem to care. Then again, it was the middle of the month, and they hadn't given any real notice, so he didn't think he owed them.

**** When the limo turned down East 76th she immediately saw the immaculate structure of the five star hotel that was in partnership with the show for Corday Fashions. They pulled up front and Audrey stepped out when the driver came around and opened the door. She waited a few seconds while Cassidy slid out after her then they both headed towards the entrance of the luxurious hotel. As soon as she walked in she gasped at the beautiful interior, marble floors and columns with little bits of gold speckled through out, the design and furniture within looked as if it was antique but new at the same time.

I wanted to whisper a some few words of gratitude to him, but I knew that my father's acute ears would not miss the words and he would not approve. Chilly gusts of wind swept across the landscape and I was surprised to know that we had crossed into the city of Ackenshire and were at one of his private hotels which were once opened to the public before being snatched from their owners. The hotel's name actually translated to Sinful Paradise, it was a haven for the rich and famous, for shady politicians who wished to keep their after dark affairs arcane. This was a paradise for sinners, I hope the night will expire without me adding to the list of sinners. The Devil and my mother walked hand i

As it was a leisure trip, Larissa had no objections to such arrangements. All of them went to enjoy a comfortable hot spring bath. Time passed quickly, and soon it was evening. They were preparing to call it a day. The chateau-hotel was a seven-star hotel with luxurious facilities. It featured a room with a living area, kitchen, and reception space. The bathroom was exceptionally spacious and luxurious. It was stocked with bathing products from the prestigious Hermes brand. There was a king-sized bed in the exquisitely beautiful bedroom. It was surrounded by pillars adorned with gold and draped in stunning bed curtains.

She had to cover them up with the new clothes she borrowed. ••••• 7:30PM Ten minutes later, Sabrina stepped down from a cab and stood in front of La Lordè hotel. It was one of the most expensive hotels in the city.It has a lot of attractions to intrigue visitors. It was not just an ordinary hotel but it has a lounge ,a meeting space with an auditorium for guests,restaurants and other. Sabrina didn’t know why her client chose this hotel knowing very well that it was a famous place for the rich to visit in their leisure time.