Hotel Mystery Novels & Stories

The blonde beauty sipped on her morning coffee while reading Seattle Daily, Downing the rest of her liquid drug in one huge gulp, she tied up her long blonde curls into a bun at the top off her head while sighing, two missing billionaires tofind and a murder case to solve, just another day at the office. It has been exactly 24 hours since Grayson and James Hudson have been missing and a dead body has been found in their pent house. The circumstances around their suspicious suddendisappearance makes it even more of a challenge to work on finding their spoiled asses, keeping all information on the down low has been the biggest challenge thus far. The media are like hungry lions waiting to poun

Heavens only knows how he would punish her if he found out… “Where did you take her?” Reiner texted his top suspect. He did take her; the question was where? He only knew of only one person who could slip in and out of this mansion undetected. That person also happens to have reasons to take Natalia. Nothing is truly a coincidence. … I woke up because I was hungry. When I opened my eyes, Edward was no longer with me on the bed. Sniff…sniff…

“Okay, just saying.“ Detective Jones said. “This murder case is looking like Joshua Ziglosvik's. Remember? The man that was murdered in a hotel by his darling sugar girl, Ann.“ “Yeah I do Maria, but it wasn't really difficult to find her, she was stupid enough to have left some of her personal belongings while trying to escape and it led us directly to her but this one was carried on a professional level.“ “You're right.“ Maria replied. The surveillance footage was checked, there was no record of her entering the hotel building but was seen leaving. “Now this is really becoming mysterious!“ Detective Jones said rubbing his chin. Detective Peter Jones and his partner Detective Maria were put

Still, that seems like the best bet; only now, security will suspect whatever I say, thanks to that idiot warrior alerting them to his interest in her. It's 3:35 am when I get to the hotel — I made it in good time. Entering the hotel like I'm supposed to be there, I confidently walk straight to the elevator. Like an excitable toddler who likes to watch the buttons light up, I hit the button for every floor. As the elevator stops at each one, I quickly take a whiff of the hall, hoping to catch her scent. As the door ding open to the 7th floor, I catch the faint trace of her — definitely her — a couple of wolves, and of something else, the light scent of citrus, bergamot, and sage. Yum. I foll

[“The incident took place in the We.X hotel during Mr. Lawrence Lozano’s birthday party. A middle-aged man, whose identity is still unknown, was found dead inside the hotel’s bathroom near the event hall. Investigation revealed that it is a murder case, but the murderer and the killing intent is still in the process for investigation. Police has already arrived at the scene. While we are stilling waiting for the result of the investigations, guests showed their disappointment and sorrow for this tragedy. For now, this reporter Harold Griffin, reporting. Back to you, John.” The camera man of the reporter put his equipment down. “I thought you are in your day off. But you ran here as fast as y

“Sly should be here soon with some of our toiletries. What do you want to do till then?” Although she’s trying to appear mean and unhappy with the arrangement, I can see the smile dancing on her lips. “I don’t know big guy. You planned the evening, you can as well tell me what you have in mind for us.” Starfishing the bed, she stared at the white ceiling. “Do you own this hotel too?” I do not own everything here in New York City. “No, but a friend of mine does.” Making myself comfortable next to her, I stared at her beautiful face. “Do you like the hotel?”

“I... I... I am sorry, ma’am, but who is your son? Who is my husband? I don’t know who that is. I’m not married.” Rebecca, along with the other two people—identified as Celine, the cook of the Kadara mansion, and Ben, the butler—exchanged surprised glances. “Could she have lost her memory?” Ben asked. “It is possible,” Celine replied. “I think it’s best to call the doctor again,” Rebecca said. This time, they pressed the button near the bed, and within minutes, the doctor arrived. “What’s the problem, Mrs. Aimo?” he asked.

Derrick continues but stops. "If? "The curious young lady questions and Derrick looks up at me. "If we can get to look at some CTV tapes from the hotel. "I finish for him and the look of surprise clouds the woman's expression. "Why? if I may ask. "The lady says. Relaxing in her seat and staring at us suspiciously. "Madam, we have reason to believe an asslut took place at this hotel. "Derrick replies. "What? When was this? "The lady questions appalled.

He got calls from producers and editors at least twice a week. Everyone wanted to use the motel to film the ten year reunion of the only surviving victims of the 'motel muderers' as the news had taken to calling them. That is how 'murder motel' had come about and stuck. They wanted Lacey, Andy and the kids show up and talk about what happened. They were hoping that Lacey and Andy would blame Owen, with sparks flying on national television. Conflict made for higher ratings apparently.

Time folded in on itself. That scent had haunted his memory for years. A stolen night lit by the haze of moonlight and liquor, a motel room in a small town neither of them belonged to, a woman who called herself Holly and touched him like she meant it. She'd saved him that night, literally pulled him out of a fog after he'd been drugged and robbed. She had vanished by morning, leaving behind only her scent in the sheets, a fake name and money and a note. He'd looked for her. Tried every lead, every memory, even dug into the motel surveillance footage, but most of them didn’t work, so he thought she was gone. Forever. Until now.