Lamia Hotel Novels & Stories

Carina Lewis, the head of the department, has been a friend of mine since college. While she successfully climbs up the corporate ladder, I'm stuck being the workhorse at the bottom of the totem pole. When she's late for work, I sign in for her. When she messes up, I clean up for her. I'm happy to play along with her, of course. It's not easy to find someone dumb enough to be the scapegoat. One day, a billionaire investor shows up at the company's doorstep, and the senior executives instruct me to take care of him during his visit. This evening, when the rest of the office is empty, Carina takes my hand and tells me earnestly, "Bailey, investors like him are ruthless. You won't even know what's coming for you. An innocent woman like you won't be able to handle him. Let me, your best friend, test the waters with him first. Once everything is settled, I'll make you a manager." I nod sweetly in response. Hours later, I scurry over to the presidential suite at the hotel, where the billionaire investor is staying, and kick down the door. "Open up, Dal!" It's one thing for Carina to constantly take advantage of me, but how dare she dream of becoming my sister-in-law to steal half of my family's assets? That deluded pipe dream of hers will even make the marble statues in my family's garden roll their eyes.

All it took was one bad decision, one too many glasses of , one tight fitting dress, one muscular hottie and just one night to turn Gianni's imperfect but planned out life up side down. "Lets take this back to the hotel before I bend you over this table and bang you hard for the world to see" his rich, smooth but strong and commanding voice fill my ears, his minty breath fanning my face. So , I giggle and nod frantically unable to even function." Elijah Russo had everything growing up, he need not work a day in his life, but that wasn't enough, he had to run the world and so he made it his life mission to get any and everything almost impossible to have, his. He's a lady's man, he has the body, the brains and he definitely has that junk in the trunk. He's heartless and doesn't do the same woman twice. Gianni Summers hasn't had the best of life so typically she sets out to make sure she has one of the best futures. No parents,no family alone in the world, no one to depend on but herself,she has to make something out of her life. Studying for three years without break and working two day jobs. She just has no time for love and games all is work and no . So what happens when she finds herself and knows nothing about her baby daddy other than his name, Elijah.

“I can't be with you. We aren't made to be. I'm broken and you ruin everything in your path” I murmur against his lips in a daze. Kian’s hands around my waist tightens “That's why we are made for each other, dimples. You are already broken so I can't ruin you. We can only heal each other from this point on “I can't” But I can’t move away. His touch lights up a trail of fire as his fingers travels down my spine. “You don't have a choice, dimples. You are mine and I'm never letting you go” Alora has demons who whisper to her every day. After being bullied brutally in high school for being fat, she decides to lose weight to regain confidence but that also came with its own baggage. Kian is the heir to the Baston Hotel chain. He loves control and is addicted to it. He is as devastatingly handsome just as he is cruel. Kian hates the fake person Alora has become. He despises the mask on her face and wants to rip it off to shreds. He wants to mess her up and make her his. Alora can never hide from Kian. She wants to fight the pull to him but it's impossible when he breathes under her skin. Kian is the only one who can teach Alora what true love is and Alora is the only one who can calm the storm in Kian.

I had always been naturally celibate. Yet somehow, I still ended up chemically castrating myself. It was all because, in my previous life, my wife's precious idealized lover, a libidinous playboy, went viral as a pickup artist and dumped every side effect of his indulgent lifestyle onto me. He spent nights partying in hotel rooms with groups of women while I collapsed from kidney failure and was rushed to the ER. He lounged in clubs with women in both arms, downing bottle after bottle, while I went into an allergic shock and nearly died. I confronted my wife about it, but she shoved me away impatiently. "Shane already told me nothing happened with those women! You're just jealous and faking illness to slander him!" However, the playboy's actions only escalated. Chasing bigger thrills, he even started getting involved with men in drag. Thanks to him, I caught an STD, which pushed my wife to demand a divorce. I went to the hospital for treatment, but the doctors could not find the cause. Instead, they tossed me straight into an addiction rehab program. Later, for the sake of boosting his live stream numbers, the playboy went wild in Southwind Asira's nightlife scene. After he spent an entire night drowning in pleasure, I, drained past my limit, collapsed and died on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day he began his online hunt.

On the night of our wedding, my wife, Carol Lockhart, leaves me and goes to stay at a hotel instead. It's because she's an aloof, arrogant young woman who has always been in love with my younger brother, Thomas Shaffer. Over the next ten years of our marriage, I treat her as sincerely as possible and give her my entire heart, but the only response I get in return is her mockery. "Marcus Shaffer, I would rather be a nun for the rest of my life than fall in love with you!" However, when a heavy truck comes skidding toward me, the woman who has hated me all her life suddenly throws herself at me and shoves me away, saving my life. Before passing out, I see her grabbing the doctor's hand, while blood flows from her mouth, begging, "Don't tell that idiot that I was the one who saved him… "And don't let my parents blame him for my death…" My eyes fill with tears. I finally understand now that she wasn't the only one who made the wrong decision during our wedding. After I'm reborn and given a second chance at life, I decide to join the International Peacekeeping Forces and head out into the war as a frontliner. Since I can no longer live out the rest of my life with her, I wish her a lifetime of happiness, and I hope that we will never meet again.

“You like this so much, don’t you?” Theo asked hectically and nuzzled her temple. His fingers dug into her hips while he was pounding her from behind. She didn’t respond but moaned, her hands clenched on the headboard of the bed harder. He slapped her ass harshly. “Answer me.” “Ah!” Meli laughs breathlessly. “Yes...” Theo straightened and wound his hand around her long hair. The sound of their hips slamming was filling the hotel room. He kept fucking her relentlessly, this woman’s moans were like the most sensual music to his ears. After a few seconds, Meli’s moans turned into sobs and she came with a shaking cry, her body fell onto the mattress. Theo wasn’t there, he gave her a few last thrusts and reached his own apex as groaning. His muscled frame collapsed onto her delicate body. *** Theo is the CEO of a global company. He is his own person with a successful career, a loft as an ideal bachelor pad and a car he'd dreamt of. With his physique that women describe as a Greek god, he has no difficulty in getting a woman he desires. Everything in his life is in a strict order. It is a monotonous pattern, but never worrying. Never unnerving. Till she comes. His boss's new wife. Mrs. Aldridge. There is an insane chemistry between the two, and Theo has no idea how to handle those burning sparks emanating from it.

Fire suddenly breaks out at the hotel where we're hosting our wedding. My fiance, Alan Godwin, doesn't hesitate to pick up Brenda Larkin, my cousin who has already collapsed out of fright, and rush out to safety. Meanwhile, my parents and older brother hurriedly cart away the wedding gift Brenda has made. They don't want her to get sad if the gift is damaged in any way. As for me, I've twisted my ankle, making it inconvenient for me to escape from the hotel. Everyone has already forgotten all about me, so I end up getting severe burns all over my body. When they look at the bandages wrapped around my body, they shoot me disgusted looks. "Why are you such a jinx? How is it possible for a fire to break out at your own wedding? Thanks to you, Brenda has fainted out of shock!" "Well, it's not like you're suited for any public appearances when you look like this, anyway. Brenda's figure is similar to yours. Why don't you let her replace you in the wedding?" I just nod calmly and agree to the suggestion. After that, I sort out the details of getting dispatched overseas for my job with my boss. One month later, I board my flight on the day Brenda is set to wed Alan. I no longer want Alan, who's blind to the truth, and my family, who are nothing but biased toward Brenda. But why is it that they are filled with regret after I leave them?

On the night of her university graduation, Nooria Al-Fariz catches her boyfriend in bed with her best friend and flees to a hotel suite her sister Faiza promised would help her forget. Instead, Faiza’s “sparkling juice” leaves Nooria drugged and stumbling into the wrong room—straight into the arms of Valentino Delucca, the most feared mafia boss on the East Coast and the man her sister was supposed to marry. What begins as one brutal, addictive night of rough passion explodes into a public scandal when the press catches them tangled in sheets the next morning. To salvage his reputation and collect on a broken family promise, Valentino claims Nooria as his own. He demands she become his contract wife, come to his bed every night, and give him an heir—no exceptions, no escape. Terrified and betrayed, Nooria is torn between the guilt of betraying her sister, the shame of her family’s disgrace, and the dark, dangerous pull she feels toward the monster who alternates between punishing dominance and shocking tenderness. But the deepest secret is still hidden: the man who ruined her wasn’t alone that night. Valentino has an identical twin, Damien—and both brothers now refuse to let her go. In a world of blood oaths, arranged alliances, and obsessive possession, Nooria must decide whether to fight for freedom… or surrender to the two men who will burn everything down to keep her. A dark mafia romance with forced marriage, breeding kink, twin obsession, family betrayal, and intense spice.

Mila Santiago has spent five years climbing the ladder at Prime Sports Agency, dreaming of becoming a full agent while hiding two secrets: her estranged father is a beloved hockey broadcasting legend, and she used to have a massive crush on the team's star goalie. When her boss assigns her to babysit that very goalie, the infuriating, gorgeous, tattooed Jax Kingston. After he throws her iced coffee at a fan, Mila's carefully ordered life implodes. Jax has been spiraling since his sister's overdose, showing up late, yelling at reporters, and earning trade rumors. He doesn't need a babysitter, especially not some peppy junior agent in bright heels who smiles too much. But when his career hangs in the balance, he has no choice. What starts as forced proximity turns into late night talks on hotel rooftops, skating on frozen ponds, and a New Year's kiss that breaks all their rules. But Mila's father threatens to expose their relationship and destroy her career. Jax's guilt over choosing hockey over family threatens to push her away. And when an anonymous photo surfaces, Mila is suspended from her job just as she's about to get the promotion she's worked her whole life for. With the trade deadline approaching and everything on the line, Mila and Jax must decide: play it safe and walk away, or risk it all for a love that comes once in a blue moon.

I gave a stranger my panties on a plane. Not because I'm reckless. Not because I do things like this. But because Damien Cross looked at me like I was something worth destroying himself over, and I wanted to be devoured. Four hours at 30,000 feet. That's all it took for him to unravel every careful thread of the life I'd built. One look. One touch. One whispered promise that I was his. Then he vanished. No calls. No texts. Just a breaking news report showing him married to someone else, while I stood in a hotel bathroom staring at a positive pregnancy test. Six years later, I've rebuilt myself. I'm a mother. A success. I've learned to survive without him. Until he walks into my photoshoot and recognizes the birthmark he once traced with his tongue. He says he never stopped looking for me. That his marriage was a cage he's finally escaped. That the twin boys I've been raising alone are his sons, and he wants his family back. But Damien Cross is a man who deals in empires and enemies. Someone close to him wants me gone. The threats start. The danger escalates. And I realize that loving Damien means walking into a war I never signed up for. He says he'll burn the world down to keep us safe. I'm terrified he means it. Some men are worth the fall but men are the wreckage. But Damien is both.