Midnight At The Barclay Hotel の小説・ストーリー

“Decent doesn’t build empires. I did what I had to do. Now security is going to walk you out. Don’t make a scene.” Security dragged me out like I was trash. I held back the tears in the elevator and the cab ride, but the second I stepped into the quiet luxury of the Meridian Hotel bar in downtown New York, they finally broke free. I ordered sparkling water and slumped into a corner booth, trying to disappear into the soft lighting and piano music. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. “Rough night?” The deep, strong voice pulled me from my fog. I looked up and nearly dropped my glass.

Midnight Spook Party SEE the dead return! SEE live on stage: Johnny Alucard—a zombie nightmare with hex appeal! SEE buckets of blood! SEE a live murder! Triple feature shriek show starts at sundown Oct. 31. Stage show at midnight. Moonlite Drive-in HWY 139 at north county road. $5.00 per car—bring your friends, you’ll be afraid to go home alone! Something about this—something I knew I should remember. It floated at the edge of my memory, then it was gone like a passing cloud. I folded the flyer into my jacket pocket and went inside.

Black as midnight. A phantom.

I turned slowly and Madam Pika was standing right there looking irritated, she frowned and walked away slowly. "What is wrong with everyone today?", Bubby said and Beatrice laughed from afar, "the party is 1 hour away, everything has been set, let's go have a cool bath, dress up and resume our serving duty, today is going to be real hectic!", Bubby said walking out with the bottle of wine, if Bubby was fine with her chores, why can't I be?. ////////////////////////////////////////////// POV(FIONA), I walked down straight to the beach in my uniform heading to the serving point, darkness had took over the day and the moon came to light it up, it was a full moon tonight, and it was somewhat spe

I had drunk several bottles of mineral water while on the bus. Therefore, I felt the urge to get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. When I groggily opened my eyes, I noticed that Kathleen wasn't in bed. On my way to the bathroom, I passed by the living room and saw a dim, red light flickering from the room next door. It was just the two of us at home—could Kathleen be in there? If it was her, what was she doing there this late at night?

"You're the only one here, Miss. I don't want to kick you out, but we have a policy to only allow guests here until midnight." I looked around and sure enough; I was the only one in the bar. I had been drinking here for over an hour and hadn't realized how late it had gotten. I still wanted to drown myself in more alcohol, but I couldn't risk being kicked out of the hotel for acting like a drunkard. "Sorry for taking your time." I muttered, pushing myself off the barstool. My legs wobbled beneath me, but I forced myself to stand as I walked out of the door.

My legs trembled beneath me—lingering side effects from the meds I practically lived on. Once inside, Posh joined me, and we sped off into the cold night. A short drive later, we pulled up in front of The Niraso Bar. Neon lights blazed across the entrance, and thumping music could be heard even from the sidewalk. We entered and slid into seats by the bar counter. “What can I get for you gentlemen tonight?” the bartender asked, grinning. He couldn’t have been older than twenty-two. Posh placed our orders, and within minutes, a glass of Blue Heaven scotch appeared before me—exactly what I needed.

She and the Smiths were at each other's throats like a wild dog fight. Matthew was looking at years behind bars. I had moved on from all that drama a while back. I had been busy launching the new game I helped make. It was all about love and getting even, and even though it was for a pretty specific crowd, people were loving it. Today, Edwin threw a big party to celebrate the game's success. Right there, with everyone watching, he got down on one knee. "You remember that last question I asked you in our interview? Got an answer yet?"