Hotel Mystery Novels & Stories

Their job is to fix messes and clean crime scenes. The call ended as I rushed down the stairs and arrived at the motel’s small reception. There’s no way to get out of this place without passing by the reception first. I rushed to the doorway and held the door handle, I was about to pull it open when someone spoke behind me. “Sir, are you leaving already?” I stopped on my tracks when the guy just saw me leaving. I released my hand from the door and slowly turned around to face him so I could answer him squarely and avoid raising suspicion.

The Gilded Cage, Refurbished The motel room smelled of stale cigarettes, industrial-grade lemon cleaner, and the damp chill of the coast. It was a far cry from the 68th floor of Hawke Tower. There was one bed, covered in a thin, floral polyester spread that looked like it hadn't seen a washing machine since the Great Collapse.

Stella considered it and looked at Summer in her arms. "Does the hotel allow the guests to bring pets in?" Stella asked in an uncertain voice. Amiya reached for Summer's head and stroked gently. "Yes. It is a pet-friendly hotel." Amiya answered. She looked at her watch, it was 11 o'clock. Amiya had to go out to shop late at night because she was afraid that the mafia Bernardo and his men also her own father would see her. That night after she had escaped from the jackass's car with his gun in her hand. She decided to stay. And later, her friend who was a CIA spy asked her to do a job for him. As she was a genius hacker when she was in England. The job was involved with powerful people in Ame

"I swear, I didn't use it. We were having a good time for a couple of days, I had to go back to my hostel to pick up something I had forgot to pack---" "What was it you forgot to pack?" the male detective asked I looked blankly at him then he banged on the desk again "Answer the question Emily!" "Lin-lingerie sir" I gulped. "Oh.. " he said relaxed. Honestly, it was hard dealing with this two in hell all alone. I was pretty much comfortable at the start, now I just can't face them roaring at me. Please God, save me. I beg you. "Miss Benson, I presume you needed that hot lingerie for your honey moon with Mr Walter, so how did you get a Rodenticide in your bag?" the female detective questioned.

That silence only made my fear worse. I pressed a hand against my chest, my heart pounding so hard it hurt. I shouldn't have gone to Jason's. I shouldn't have run into that man. What had I gotten myself into? First I found out my boyfriend of two years and my best friend were cheating behind my back. And now... I'd been kidnapped. This wasn't the kind of Christmas anyone would wish for. "Luna, please calm down." One of the women finally said. I frowned, confused. Luna? Who the hell is that?

He concurred, mirroring Clark's actions with his own gun. “It's an old, functional but deserted motel, the first motel in miles and I'm sure there isn't another one for another five miles from here. How is there a motel staff with zero occupant? It doesn't add up.” Aaron added, a hint of skepticism dripping from his tone. “And why hasn't she even closed for the day? There are no guests, or is she waiting for one?” Clark exhaled deeply, his brows furrowing in suspicion. “We searched all 20 rooms, but what if we missed something? What if she showed us only what she wanted us to see?”

The moment I hit play, the first thing that came through the speakers was a string of obscene moans—a woman's heavy breathing instantly flooded the entire office. Everyone's eyes went wide. Madison scoffed beside me. "Isla, don't tell me you accidentally pulled up your hotel hookup footage from last night." She was about to keep running her mouth when a familiar voice cut through the speakers. "You're so much hotter than your sister!" Madison froze solid. On screen, two all-too-familiar figures appeared in my living room, tangled up in each other. Their faces were pixelated, but their voices made it painfully obvious who they were.

It was a picture of Tessa—reclining in a bathtub, her smooth leg propped up on the edge, bathed in foam. She looked even more tempting than she had earlier that night. I muttered a curse under my breath. That little seductress was relentless. The next day, I was extra attentive, taking Sophie shopping and buying her souvenirs as a gesture of guilt. As we returned to the hotel that evening, Sophie yawned, complaining about how exhausting the day had been. Just then, there was a knock on the door. Sophie frowned and asked, "Who is it?" Then she muttered, "That's weird. I didn't order anything. Did you?" She looked at me, and my heart started racing.

Why else would he be so determined not to pursue the obvious mind-bending attraction between them? According to Joe, everyone in the motel could tell there was something. When she tried to lie about that Saturday morning to him, he'd told her not to bother. "I see you, girl. You two are so hot for each other." Joe had teased. "Everyone suspects because it's damn obvious, so pause with lies."

The man standing behind him looked younger with at least twenty years gap, they almost looked like father and son. “Good afternoon, I am Detective Mikson and this is my assistant Warwick and I am the detective working on the Murders in the Miller hotel but it turns out it is not only the hotel but even a company building. Where next Mr Miller? Your house? The King's house?” The detective inquired with a hint of amusement and seriousness and his assistant who was standing behind him also chuckled without looking at the Millers as they were standing to Lydia side by side.