Hotel Mystery Novels & Stories

Gripping the other hostess gift in his hand, and feeling like an idiot, Denver rang the bell. Misty answered the door a few moments later, barefoot, with Moxie tucked under one arm and her hair flowing loose around her shoulders. He said the first thing that sprang to mind. "No flowers?" "Huh?" "In your hair." "Oh, no." She raked a hand through it. "I do that as my own form of free advertisement. Since I'm done with work for the day..." He wondered what today's flowers had been, but didn't ask. Instead, he held out the tiny parcel in his hand. "This is for the lady of the house."

He took a dress out and went inside the washroom. I looked around to see that there is not even single thing to say that a woman too lived here. I just stood there and he came out of the washroom. “Where is my room?” I asked him the same question. “This is your room!” he replied sitting on the bed. “I want separate room and I can’t stay here with you.” I said looking at him. “She hanged herself in the guest room. And the other room is the store room. So do you want to stay in that guest room that too when you are new to this place.” He asked raising an eyebrow.

) However, what is really irritating is knowing Nick Jin or one of his cronies is lurking in the shadows somewhere in our hotel, randomly picking off hotel guests just to mess with me. You know in cartoons where the light bulb suddenly turns on over a person’s head? Well, if this were a cartoon, this would be that moment—only, in keeping with the tone of this story, it wouldn’t necessarily be a light bulb, per se, but more likely a victim’s severed scrotum shrunken and filled with tiny, various-colored glow lights. But you get the idea. Randomly picking off hotel guests. “For the love of Tom Hiddleston’s naked ass in Crimson Peak, he’s doing it again . . . ” I whisper.

"They have been known to book a room at the Sunrise Motel." "Mister Petrelli is over 18 and last time I checked, adultery isn't a criminal offence." The detective laughs, not getting what the connection is. "Adultery may not be a crime, but last time I checked, murder certainly was." I know I'm walking a very fine line here; if I piss him off, he will boot me out, and the case could drag on for longer, putting more people at risk. "I'm willing to bet that if you checked the motel's bookings for Saturday night, you'd find either Kyle's or Kristen's name listed."

Adele lays her head on my lap, and I slowly stroke her hair. Spencer asks Sabrina, "For the mansion or the secret place?" The German makes the sign for two with his fingers. The mafia is in turmoil and nothing in the world can spur them on to attack. A dark-haired woman greets us at the small country house. I turn to see Sabrina since he is not a man of simplicity and I manage to see him touch the back of his head. Now, what happens to him?

She thought and the moment she lifted it up, she saw stacks of cash. What was the stack of cash for? She thought and read the letter. She read; “Do not look for me! We are not of the same class. That money is yours, from me. Bye!” Selene froze. What does he mean though? They had beautiful times. She thought as she tried to control her thoughts. Pissed, she stood up and got dressed. Holding the passport photograph, the money, and the letter in her cloth pocket, she left the hotel room and managed to find her way back home.

Slowly, his dark eyes lifted, scanning the shadows of the parlor until they locked onto my massive frame standing near the wet bar. I didn't blink. I didn't speak. Sliding my hand across the polished granite counter, I pushed a small, white cardboard square directly into the pool of light cast by the brass lamp. A matchbook. Stamped with the gold crest of the Fairmont Olympic Hotel. Arthur stared at the tiny object. The color drained entirely from his face, leaving his skin a sickly, ashen gray. His chest stopped moving. His razor-sharp mind calculated the variables in a fraction of a second. The hotel. The commercial flight logs his security missed. The sheer, silent hatred burning in my ey

"It's about Room 303 at the motel… The one you went to last night." Felix's entire demeanor shifted. "What happened?" "This morning, a housekeeper was making her rounds and noticed the door was slightly open. She called out a few times, but no one responded. So, she stepped inside and…" Yadiel hesitated before delivering the final blow. "They were all dead. Every last one of them." Felix felt his chest tighten. The murder mystery room still ended in murder.

The room inside looked empty at first glance, but the moment they entered, Ava immediately noticed something strange. “All the clocks stopped,” she whispered. Every clock inside the suite displayed the exact same time. 12:00 AM. Winona slowly walked farther into the room while Adrian stayed close beside her. Then Liam crouched near the bed suddenly. “There’s something here.” He reached underneath and pulled out a hotel employee keycard covered in dried blood. On the back, somebody had scratched three words into the plastic. DON’T TRUST IRIS.

The car started moving fast. “Where are we going?” I asked quietly. Havisham looked out the window. “A private place. No interruptions this time. You have been busy with the Cross family and your neighbor. I need to remind you who you answer to.” The drive felt long. My mind raced with worries about Chloe, the children, and the USB drive hidden back at the cabin. Finally the car stopped at a small motel on the edge of town. It looked quiet and hidden. Havisham paid the man at the front desk with cash. We went to the last room at the end of the building.