Midnight At The Barclay Hotel Novels & Stories

After Ryleigh went inside, Maisie pulled out her phone and made a call to Barbara. It took Barbara quite a while to answer her call. She seemed to be drinking wine as she said, “Maisie? What’s up?” “Where are you now?” Maisie asked. “Me? I’m at the Glitz Club now,” Barbara replied. She was lying on the top of the bar, swirling the wine in the glass and smiling. “Drinking some wine.” “Glitz Club?” Maisie asked. She wondered what Barbara was doing over there. After all, it was daytime right now, and the Glitz Club only operated at night.

they whispered, and when I glanced in his direction, I saw a woman who was smiling seductively while trying to get his attention. “Is that the only man you found for me?” “There are several others, but he stood out, so please, Krystal, don’t waste your chance tonight. Go and secure the target,” they suggested with a wicked smile. The bar was located on the thirty-seventh floor of the hotel owned by Salcedo Group, and my friends reserved a room where I could spend the night on the tenth floor.

"I'm sure." The bartender studied him for a long moment, then seemed to make a decision. "Wait here." He disappeared into the back. Elias stood at the counter, trying not to look as anxious as he felt. What if this was a mistake? What if he was being reckless, naive, walking into something dangerous because he was too desperate for answers? But what if he wasn't? What if this was exactly what he needed? The bartender returned, sliding a small black card across the counter. It was matte, expensive-feeling, with only an address embossed in silver and four words: Midnight. Sunday. Alone.

Alexia clenched her fists discreetly, her gaze unwavering from the closed bathroom door. *** Following work, Bridgette and a group of colleagues, led by her, once again sought out Kathy. "Darling Kathy, won't you join us for a drink? We're heading to Midnight Bar, where the boss graciously hosted us last time." Kathy certainly recalled the location of Midnight Bar. She had even been there before to escort the intoxicated Dominic back home. Regrettably, even in his inebriated state, he continued to call out Carissa's name.

Perfect for conversations that couldn't happen in polite society. My phone buzzed. Luca: "Target acquired. Back room, table seven. Three other players, but they're leaving." I checked my watch. 11:47 PM. Late enough that witnesses would be few, early enough that cleanup would be manageable. "Clear the room," I texted back. "I'm coming in." The bar was exactly what I'd expected—dim lighting, sticky floors, and the kind of clientele that minded their own business as a matter of survival.

"Bella, we haven't seen each other for a long time. Do you have time now? I have a lot of things to share with you. Let's meet at Night Bar later!" Night Bar, located in the center of New York City, was a high-end bar whose customers were mainly spoiled brats and some business people. After hanging up the phone, I stopped a taxi on the roadside and headed straight for the Night Bar. ******* I pushed open the door of the Night Bar. Under the dizzying lights, a group of men and women danced on the dance floor, fueled by restless music and alcohol. I squeezed my way to the bar and asked, "Hello, please help me check the private room that Helen Payten booked."

Adrian then stepped out of the room and headed to the entertainment center in this luxurious hotel located on the twenty-fifth floor. The atmosphere in the nightclub was still very quiet; Adrian then glanced at his watch. He rolled his eyes and sneered inwardly because he had indeed come too early. The time now was only 9 pm. However, Adrian didn't retreat; he had already arrived and decided to sit in front of the bar. He ordered a cocktail, then chose a sofa at the end of the bar and brought his ordered drink. As he walked for a moment, Adrian stopped and looked back, his senses catching a very fresh aroma. He even closed his eyes to absorb the scent coming from the body of a woman who had

~Maxine's POV~ The neon haze of downtown Seattle blurred at the edges as I stumbled out of The Midnight Sun bar, the bass from inside still thumping in my chest like a second heartbeat. It was past two a.m., and the street was a ghost town, empty sidewalks slick with rain, the kind that never quite washed away the grime.

As Barton's words trailed off, the car fell into silence, the only sounds being the hum of the tires and the chirping of summer insects outside. "From now on, don't inform me of Moira's whereabouts." Lionel's voice, hidden in the shadows, made it impossible to read his expression. "Yes, Sir!" *** Blues. At midnight, Chloe's shift was over. The bar had recently been renovated, adding some new features, and business was quite good today. Mag was all smiles, repeatedly insisting on giving Chloe a raise, which made Chloe beam with happiness. As they said goodbye at the door, Mag reminded Chloe to quickly hail a taxi to get home and avoid the late-night bus.

There is a re-run of a baseball game on the television and I manage to concetrate on that for a while. "I heard he's a judge or something," Finally I give in and look at the guy they are talking about. "Doesn't look like one," the friend says in disapproval. He catches me looking at him. He doesn't look away. I find comfort in his state of being, maybe it is because I find it familiar. "What's this place called?" I ask out loud. "Midnight Bar," the guy next to me says. "Not the club, the place," he looks confused. "Greencity," his friend answers.