Midnight At The Barclay Hotel Novels & Stories

The club always pushed her from her comfort zone. However, it was Vincent’s favorite place to do business, so she was stuck with it. Brooklyn nodded to the bouncer and walked in the side door, quickly moving to find the bar. Being a Friday night, the place was packed with people. The night was still young at 9:30 pm, but it looked like they would have a hard time letting anyone else in by the sea of people. Two men in button-down red shirts and black slacks were resting against the corner of the bar, one with their forearms resting against the bar and the other scanning the crowd. Brooklyn wasted no time approaching the men.

The sweet smell of it spread in the bathroom. Then, I took my cd player and put in a cd of relaxing music. Everything was ready! I undressed and sank into the hot water. I closed my eyes while enjoying the music. What a wonderful feeling!... When I opened my eyes, the water had cooled. What the heck! I checked what time it was. What? When did the time go so far, 11:20 at night?! The cd was over. I got out of the bathtub and put on my fluffy bathrobe. After so many hours of sleep, I felt like a dizzy chicken. I was sitting on the couch when suddenly I felt the desire to enjoy a glass of red wine. I got up and went to the fridge to get one. And then I remembered that I didn't buy one! I had fo

She'd never been there solo. The moment she walked in, she realized that she'd found what she was looking for. Behind the bar was a suave looking man whose face looked concerned when Red came in the door. Red noticed a group of three men in the otherwise deserted establishment sitting at a back table . . . black suits, black gloves and sunglasses indoors. 'Hellspawn,' she thought with almost sadistic satisfaction. "Hey, we don't want no trouble in here," the bartender said. "Get used to disappointment," the redhead said as she closed the door behind her.

I said. “That’s great,” Elsa said with a smile as she walked over to Damon and me. As Damon placed the key on the table, Elsa and I exchanged glances, curious about his intentions. “Here’s the key to the room. Room 2015 in the Diamond Building is available.” Damon’s words surprised both Elsa and me. The building is conveniently located near the university, although it tends to attract more affluent students due to its higher cost. Damon stood up with a small smile.

The city probably bowed to him without him lifting a damn finger. I stared, lips parting. For a moment, I forgot I was broke, hunted, and exhausted. For a second, all I could think was: How the hell is someone that hot real? The light turned green. The cab moved on. Reality came crashing back. We stopped in front of a hotel. It was called Iris. The name shimmered in crystal letters above a sleek revolving door. I didn’t have many choices. No motels in this part of town. And I didn’t have the energy to keep running tonight.

Williams International Hotel Manhattan, New York, US. 11 PM Mikael exhaled the cigarette smoke from his lips while his eyes stared at a woman who had just come out of his bathroom—walking with sexual steps and a seductive beautiful smile. Her blonde hair and pale skin stood out against the bright lights of the hotel. Her maroon-red lingerie could only hide a small portion of her curves. However, nothing was hidden from Mikael's piercing gaze. Miranda Clark is a beautiful actress who has been trying to contact him since three days ago—since they met at a business meeting.

she said. “Because the same people have been going after Judith for months and I am done letting them operate unchallenged.” He kept his voice steady. “I am not calling to pressure you Juliana. I am calling because you have information and you have been sitting alone with it and that needs to stop tonight.” She was quiet for a moment. “There is a hotel bar on Marylebone High Street. Twenty minutes.” “I will be there,” he said. He drove through the empty city with the folder on the seat beside him. London at this hour was stripped back and honest, nothing performing, just wet roads and orange light. He parked and walked into the hotel bar.

Liz just stared me while I am sleeping. That night, I decided to go with them to the bar to release what my feelings are: despair, anguish, guilt. Name it all, it is endless. It is the first time ever that I went to have a drink after a year, and I am planning to lavish myself with the power of alcohol. They brought me to Midnight Bar. It is a Friday night so I expected a full blown bar. Leon's friend, Dave, is the manager of the bar and let us in, VIP lounge.

But every light inside dimmed sharply for a split second before returning to normal. Several guests glanced upward uneasily. Then the elevator stopped moving. The gaming streamer frowned. “Uh… are we stuck?” Before anyone could answer, the overhead speaker crackled softly. [Midnight check-in begins in ten minutes.] The voice sounded distorted, wrong somehow. A second later, every phone inside the elevator buzzed simultaneously. Winona pulled hers out slowly. A new notification covered the screen. WELCOME TO MIDNIGHT HOTEL. FIRST RULE: DO NOT OPEN YOUR DOOR AFTER 12 A.M. NO MATTER WHO IS KNOCKING. Below the message was one final line. SURVIVE UNTIL MORNING.

London winter had fully settled in—bitter wind off the river, pavements slick with ice, the kind of cold that made every breath feel sharp. Adeyemi had stopped pretending she’d leave soon. The hotel room felt less like a temporary stop and more like a place she could rest. Malik spent most nights there now; his flat in Bermondsey sat quiet and empty, a place he only went to change clothes or grab mail.