Hotels Gateway Blvd Savannah Ga Novels & Stories

Gabby had to feed Sam most of the time because he was driving. Due to the unforeseen traffic, they spent a little over two hours on the road and finally got to Sam's house in Moultrie, Georgia, a few minutes to 6 pm. "Who stays here when you're in Tallahassee?" Gabby asked as they both came down from the car. Sam came over to Gab's side and they both stared at the beautiful bungalow before them. "Actually, I just bought this house. This is my second time here and you're the first person I'm bringing with me. I'm planning to set up a hotel not too far from here. I got the house so I would have somewhere to stay whenever I visit to oversee the hotel."

“Yes, sir. Apartment’s on a quiet street not far from here. And just so you know—if you’re hoping to catch her, I’d suggest we head straight there after check-in. Time’s sensitive, if you know what I mean.” I looked up sharply. “What do you mean?” He hesitated. “Nothing confirmed. Just a hunch. Woman like her doesn’t stay in one place too long. It’s in the way she moves.” I nodded once, jaw tight. “Then skip the hotel.” ⸻ The car ride through Savannah was almost cruel in its beauty. Spanish moss hung low over the streets like whispers. Rows of painted homes glowed in the amber light, and everything felt too peaceful for the storm I carried inside me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE A Friend in Need The Savannah Theater was an Art Deco structure located on Bull Street, just off Chippewa Square. According to Bias, it was one of the oldest continually-operating theaters in the United States, though damage from fires and hurricanes over the years resulted in the building being renovated and portions completely rebuilt. An usher showed Brad and Bias to their seats, fifth row center. Once they were settled, Brad said, “These are pretty prime seats.”

Savannah nodded with a grin. "Yes, don't worry. Everything is in order. Just as you planned." Savannah replied before pushing the door open. When they entered through the door, Eleana felt her jaw almost drop to the floor after seeing how beautifully everything was arranged. The decoration was simple but perfect. Rylan really did an amazing job with the hotel staff. "Wow! It's perfect." Eleana clasped her hands together like an excited child, making Savannah shake her head. "I know, right." Savannah agreed while enjoying the view too. There was a bonfire arranged in the middle. They could see the ocean from a distance, too. The chilling breeze passing by was giving them goosebumps.

One of his messages read, 'Mr Andrew Mcalister and his wife have been waiting for you to show up! If Jeffery had been with Mr Andrew and his wife, then who was the man I had been with yesterday...? I opened the first message he had sent to me, only a few minutes past 7pm. It read, 'I just arrived at Savannah Hotel. Where are you?'. Savannah Hotel?? I quickly scrolled down and tapped open the message that Joana had sent me yesterday. The location she had sent, was clearly GrapeView Hotel. I didn't need to think any further to understand what had happened....

**Hotel Ritz-Carlton, Savannah, Georgia** Mikhail lounged on the plush sofa in his hotel room, swirling a glass of whiskey as he watched the city lights flicker through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He had been expecting Lucifer to return any moment, and when he heard the door slam open, he knew immediately that things hadn’t gone as planned.

“Colton… if she’s back, and she wants Eva—” “She won’t get her,” he snapped. But there was a break in his voice. Not doubt. Something worse: history. Savannah’s throat tightened. “I’m not strong enough for this.” He reached for her hand. She let him hold it, but didn’t squeeze back. Julian’s voice from the front seat was flat and cold. “She’s staying at the Eighth Gate Hotel. Room 1408. She checked in under Sinclair. Left the security cameras turned toward the walls. She wants us to come.”

Which is fine by me because I didn't come all this way to sit in a hotel room for ten days. As we got off the plane at Freeport and waited for our luggage David called us a taxi. Which I guess was not really necessary because taxis were already waiting out front. "Radisson Grand Lucian" David told the driver once our luggage was put away in the trunk. "Yes sir " he said as he nodded and took off. About twenty minutes into the ride I finally spotted our hotel where we would be staying. It's so huge and beautiful. A five hundred and forty luxury room and suite resort that sat on eight acres of white sand beaches. With a casino, golf course, spa and three pools. All located on the Grand Bahama.

Savannah's voice turned cold all of a sudden. Richard didn't say anything further, "Alright." He stopped his car beside the road and Savannah got down. "Be careful on the road." Richard smiled faintly. "Uh-huh." She nodded and left. Richard was staring at her silhouette until it had faded completely. He sighed before driving out. Savannah took a cab and reached the destination within a while. It was a graveyard. She went inside slowly before stopping before a tomb. It was written, "Merry Goerge, died: 30 years old."

Savannah smirked, swiftly deleted the messages from her phone, and then exited the hotel room. Of course, she wasn't foolish enough to leave right away. With this human-skin mask, no one would recognize her. So, pretending she had just escorted a guest to their room, she resumed her role as a hotel staff member-under the name Helly. About an hour and a half after Savannah descended the stairs, chaos had erupted throughout the hotel. The auction had long ended, and most of the guests had already left. Normally, the hotel staff would now be preparing to tidy up and call it a night,