Hotel Mystery Novels & Stories

For a moment, she blinks, and then immediately plasters a smile on her face before standing up. “Hello, welcome to the Daisy Days motel. My name is Debbie! What can I do for you fine gentlemen tonight?” she asks, and I feel a sense of relief. Debbie seems normal enough. Maybe this place didn't have any murderers after all. “Hi, we'd like to book a room for the night, please,” I say. “Yes, yes, of course, right away!” Debbie bustles around the cupboards until she pulls out a thick book and slams it on the table. The book is quite dusty as if it's been sitting in a corner for a long time.

He wouldn’t probably even realize that the topic he was teaching was so difficult for a normal kid to learn, but since that kid is Quentin, it works. Alisha couldn’t help but lamented her current situation. She scratched her chin, worried. But is this really fine? Hacking a private hotel... isn’t that illegal? Her thoughts were cut off with the sound of the doorbell ringing. Immediately, her paranoia kicked in. Is that the police?! They’re here?! They tracked them that fast and arrived at the hotel in such a short time? Kristoff stood up from his seat to open the door. Alisha wanted to stop him from opening the door, but he just looked at the doorhole then finally opened the door.

I said, stammering a little. “So you don’t know any Aaron Malhotra?” She asked me. She is interrogating me like a CID officer. I sighed and explained to her the situation about what happened. She is listening quietly. After explaining I sat on the couch and started drinking water. “So you don’t have a crush on Aaron? You don’t like him?” She asked me. I choked on the water and started coughing. She came to me and rubbed my back. “We never hide anything from each other. We are the secret keepers of each other but you hide such an important detail related to your life from me. I’m so hurt

She knew the answer to her question, she just wanted to be sure. "Asriel Parker. Even in the last five cases." Owen answered. "Darral and Andrew left to interview him since he is our only lead currently." Selena yawned and stretched herself. The analogue wall clock read that it was already six AM. She had slept at midnight filling in paperwork for the last case she had solved and was woken up at two AM. Her frown was a clear indication that she was rethinking just how joyful being a murder detective was. With cases like those, she was surprised that she hadn't lost her mind yet.

Maxwell drove her to her house, and soon as she got to the house, she walked straight into her room, the room she used to share with her husband, the room that used to be her most sacred room at a time, she didn't even care if she had guest, she was too tired to discuss, she sighted her bed, and it felt like she just found a gold mine, slummed on the bed, and in the next minute she was sleeping. Maxwell watched, as she slept, and snoring Loudly, that was the first time he saw her snore so loud, she must be tired and really exhausted. Maxwell took Joy to the living room, leaving Amanda in her bedroom to rest, he was willing to stay for a while and help solve the mystery, though he doesn't kno

Cases of suicides, murders, and robberies lead the hotel lose it's five-star rating. From my interview to the staffs, I found out that they had their suspicions that Fredricko's son, Jason, was the one doing it. This is for the fact that he likes to wander all around the hotel and roam to different rooms, especially in the rooms from three hundred to three hundred ten. They want to ask him what he's doing there but he's just so timid and don't want to speak to them. And just days ago, the murder... I mean, another murder... happened. According to the records there were three murders listed this year, including Aaron Deniega.

"I've emailed you a report from the authorities in Brazil. Briefly, there was an explosion in a hotel room in Sao Paulo; a booby-trapped lavatory would you believe. It took out several rooms and there were a lot of casualties. Two bodies were taken from the room. One was a member of the hotel staff. The other was a guest. The passport identifies him as one Harry Hughes: English. But take a look at the photograph and tell me what you think." My mouth sours... Christ... If it is... "Can you hold, Will, while I pull up the email." "No problem. Take your time." Tap... Tap... Tap... Click... Password... Scroll... Click... Crap! I breathe in. Let out air. "Yes, that's him. He's clever with the hai

MIAMI MOTEL, NEW YORK CITY. 6:30 pm Asher arrived in front of the Miami motel. It was the oldest motel in New York City and was built in the most local neighborhood in New York City. It didn’t look like a place Asher would go for a simple reason, but if he win the Spanish contract, it will be the biggest break for him ever since he became a CEO. “This place is dirty,” He said silently, looking around irritated. He hissed and looked back. “Why isn’t she here yet?”

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

She smells like you, The ink on the back of that photo was still burned into my head. “No,” he said. “Any cameras?” “Glitched.” Same word the hospital used when my tires were cut. The detective sipped his coffee and studied us like we were a puzzle with missing pieces. “You get any more texts, calls, anything that feels off, you call us. Day or night.” He held out a card. Rubben didn’t move. I took it. They were gone by 8:21. No fingerprint dust, no questions that mattered. Just procedure. They left like they knew they wouldn’t find Marriott, because Marriot didn’t leave traces. He left messages.