Midnight At The Barclay Hotel Novels & Stories

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.

his voice was low and calm this time around, so he could earn her pity. " Where am I meeting you father ?" Chloe asked resignedly , there was no way she was winning against this man ! " Come to ' Midnight ' " " Midnight? Why the hell am I meeting you at midnight of all places in the city ?" She asked, alarmed. Of course she knew Midnight. It was a popular bar in the outskirts of the city , known for the scandalous activities that go on there . It's like a den for thieves and armed robbers and other men that do evil men where they hide from the eyes of the law .

I took a deep breath, and said, “What do you want?” He laughed loudly on the phone, and said, “Meet me at the midnight Oasis just like I said earlier, and don't keep me waiting.” I dashed out of the room immediately, took the car key, and headed downstairs. I made my way down to the Midnight Oasis, it's a bar known for its dimly lit ambiance. As I entered the bar, I scanned the whole area for the stranger, but I couldn't see him. I sat down, and decided to wait for him.

"I can agree to any condition you name. Of course, if you try to play games with me, whether your parents can enjoy their old age depends on you." Patrick's eyes were vicious. "You're truly despicable." "A man must be ruthless to survive," Barclay said without further ado. "I hope you've made up your mind by the time I return." Before leaving the secret room, he looked at the person standing nearby. "Watch him. I'll be back." "Yes, Director," the man replied in a low voice, stepping into the secret room. Barclay checked the time, changed his clothes, and got into the car, heading to the banquet venue.

The things we did for friendship. The ride was about fifteen minutes. I reached two minutes after them, just in time to watch them step into the elevator. Corny-ass Mike. I felt a bit relieved that she was safe at least. It was past midnight, and the hotel was quiet. My eyes drifted to the bar around the corner. I could really use a drink. I booked a room quickly and sat by the counter. “Coke, please,” I ordered, and the bartender poured it. An exhausted yawn escaped me, and I noticed the man sipping his drink beside me.

“Markle and Tanya.” “What?!” Rachel laughed. “Goody two shoes Markle and Tanya?” “The one and only.” “They were even worse than me as kids. Is the club any good or are we going to sing hymns all night?” “I will let you decide,” Mabel answered with a mysterious smile. “If we are going there we should probably start getting ready because believe it or not The Night’s bar – that’s what they call it – is actually the hottest place to be right now.”

**Ethan’s POV** I sat in the shadowed corner of the hotel bar, staring at the untouched coffee that had long gone cold. The grand lobby of The St. Regis New York buzzed with its usual quiet elegance — guests in tailored suits checking in, soft laughter echoing off marble floors, crystal chandeliers casting warm light over everything. But none of it registered. My eyes stayed fixed on the entrance, waiting for any sign of Clara or the man the investigator had mentioned.