Hotel L'interlude Novels & Stories

By the time the wheels touched down on the tarmac at Geneva Cointrin, the sky was a bruised purple, the Swiss Alps cutting a jagged line against the horizon. A sleek, dark gray luxury sedan was waiting for us right on the apron. The driver, another one of Kayden’s quiet associates, didn't ask for identification. He just nodded, loaded our bags into the trunk, and pulled out onto the highway. "Where are we staying?" I asked Nigel as we hit the city center, the clean streets of Geneva flashing past the windows. "The Hotel L’Horizon," Nigel said, checking his tablet. "It’s a boutique property right off the Quai du Mont-Blanc. Quiet, private, and exactly three blocks away from the main financial

All throughout the way Brielle tried not to seem awkward but it wasn't working. She noticed they were starting to enter the richer side of town and she looked out the window in awe as Delilah did the same. Killian looked over his shoulder a few times as he watch the girls look at the different restaurants and stores. They reach his complex and as he opened the door for both of them they strained their necks to look up at the building. Killian threw his keys to the valet man and lead the girls inside. Brielle's eyes widened as on the inside behind the receptionist was a big gold plaque that read KR Inc. Ironically Killian had his own hotel and apartment franchise within his business and he ha

I thanked them and was off into the big maze of a hotel, accompanied by the porter. The hotel is a ten-story building that covered a large expanse of land, one of its kind in the little, bubbly town of Umende. It had state-of-the-art features but according to my research on it, it had been erected for ages past and has been renovated to suit the century.

she stopped, looking at me. I shifted in the seat as names like Hotel Alexei and Hotel Kerala International flashed through the mind, “What is the name?” I asked half-heartedly. “No need to look so glum; its present name is Nilgiri International,” she said with that twinkle in the eyes. I was relieved, “Tell me about your hotel,” I said enthusiastically.

Mirabel said. "That won't be a problem, you can lodge at GLAMOUR Hotel and Suites, the hotel is one of the most luxurious in the country, and the price varies according to the type of room you are getting, and your days of stay also," Charlotte said, she closed the door and walked into the hotel room, throwing herself to the bed as she was tired of the hectic and also eventful day of hers. Mirabel chuckled as she heard the way Charlotte explained everything, almost detailed "You sound like you are advertising" she said.

Valentina’s POV The shores of Lake Como shimmered under the late afternoon sun, the steep alpine cliffs dropping right into the lake’s crystal waters. The Grand Hotel Tremezzo that Raffaele had booked was a luxurious 5-star property located on the shores of Lake Como. Established in the early nineteen hundred, it’s known for its historic Art Nouveau architecture, panoramic views of the lake and the Alps, and high-end amenities like a floating pool on the lake, a spa, fine dining restaurants, and elegant gardens.

"Uh, sure. I can try." "Okay great. My phone is acting up and I'm terrible with directions... Mrs Loendorf, what is the name of the hotel?" "It's the Four Seasons on Pearl Street... 2578 Pearl Street." "That's right. The Four Seasons... Do you know where that is, dear?"

his smile doubles in size and his eyes sparkle as he talks about his family, "Come, I'll show you the hotel." Hades walks ahead, Iuri ties my waist and we go inside. Hades goes on to talk about the name of each room in the place, everything is very luxurious, the floor is dark marble and the walls are all tiled, and the stairs are covered with long velvet carpets in a burgundy color with gold edges. The details on the pillars are golden and several paintings adorn the walls, the employees keep coming and going, and even though today is the inauguration, several VIP clients have already made reservations and are already starting to check-in. "Iuri, you...", Hades turns to us, but Iuri's cell

Avery’s eyes widened in surprise and Margaret could not help the amusement that brewed inside her. “That’s how the French greet” she whispered. Avery immediately recomposed herself and finished the awkward greeting gesture with Luc. “Thanks for waiting for us” Avery replied. Luc heaved a sigh of approval as he pulled an iPad from his cross bag. “Suite Reservations have been made for you at Hotel Notre Adams.” Luc announced. Avery and Margaret looked at each other confused by the excitement on his expressions. “Where is that?” Margaret asked, “Only the most Luxurious hotel for the most luxurious people, ma’am” Luc grinned.

Morning stretched across the Amour DeLuxe Resort like melted honey—warm, slow, and too bright for anyone who sinned the night before. Downstairs, the lobby buzzed with business travelers and a few confused retirees who had absolutely NO idea why the hotel was filled with loud Creole women in satin robes and hungover men in matching “Marcus’s Final Ride” t-shirts.