Midnight At The Barclay Hotel Novels & Stories

Inside the car, Alex stares at Taylor and looks outside the car when she notices he is staring at her. It stopped raining, and they came out of the car, other cars were packed out too with everyone coming out and heading inside a grand hotel with so many rooms there is going to be a little party here tonight so they went into their different rooms in the hotel to get ready. Taylor on her way to her room climbed the stairs, she heard a creepy sound up in the ceiling but thought it was nothing serious, she got distracted and missed her way to her room because the stairs were all the same and confusing, and the doors to the room look all the same while trying to figure her way to her room when

This would serve as the exchange point. Pulling up to the hotel I was shocked to note it was the same hotel I had met Cade at. The bar would be the same bar where I had first seen him. An unsolicited twinge of desire coursed through me at the memories of that night. Of course, the Amata’s owned it, one of the fanciest hotels in the city. I had never really been one for celebrities, or news, instead preferring to live in my own world; so, I supposed I needed to turn the news on every now and then to stay current. Vowing to myself to research the shit out of the Amata’s I headed for the bar. I already knew I needed a rum and coke badly, and while I didn’t want to get drunk on the job I did hav

In New York. Clara woke up at the sound of a knock on her door. “Who is it?” “It's me, Barbie doll,” Drake answered from the other side of the door. Clara looked at the time, and it was a few minutes past midnight. She sat up with her knees bent as she held the sheets to her chest. “Come in, Drake,” she drawled. The door opened, and Drake stepped in, taking hurried steps toward Clara. He sat on the bed and pulled her into a warm hug.

"You'll find everything you need in your rooms. Food, clothes, medical supplies. The lounge has only one rule: everyone must be in their rooms by midnight. No exceptions." "What happens at midnight?" Brady asked. Clara's smile widened. "Nothing you want to see. Enjoy your stay!" She disappeared. Like, literally disappeared. One second she was there, the next she was gone. "I hate this place already," Walter muttered. "At least there's a bar," Willow said, already heading toward it. I looked at my room key. Room 237. Because apparently, the administrators had a sense of humor. "I'm going to crash," I said to no one in particular. "Wake me up if the world ends. Again."

“Be careful. You’ve already said too much.” He nods and moves toward the door, shoulders tight. I look up, my eyes finally catching how dark it is now. I check my phone and the time is way past midnight. By the time I reach the bar, it’s late. The floor is sticky with spilled drinks, the air heavy with smoke and laughter fading into groans of exhaustion. Cliff is drunk, leaning too heavily on the last of the mercenaries, trying to tell them he’s fine even as they half-carry, half-drag him toward his room.

[3rd POV—Damon] On the southern tip of Roosevelt Island, an abandoned Renwick Smallpox Hospital was built in the mid-nineteenth century, but it wasn’t abandoned no more. It’s just right within the cityscape, sitting out in plain sight. That’s where the address Davien sent to him. Damon didn’t hesitate to drive his car at full speed into that area. Underneath whatever remains in that old hospital building is a hideout.

“It’s Saturday night, and we are lined up to get into Sky Bar. I’m with Maya, Yvonne and Stella, and this is our third club. It’s nearly midnight. I’m having the best time ever. We laughed and danced and prick teased every stupid man in New York. “Why are we waiting here in line again?” I frown. “What was wrong with the last place?” “Nothing. This place is better, but it doesn’t heat up until eleven.” “Oh.” I shrug. Gosh, I know nothing about New York nightlife. The doorman removes the red rope blocking the door and ushers us in, and my breath catches. Wow, this bar is way up on the fiftieth floor and has a huge balcony overlooking the city lights. There’s a dance floor and numerous cocktail

Evelyn Clara announced the rooftop bar over dessert and nobody argued with her. We took the lift up at ten thirty. The city spread out below us in every direction, gold and sprawling and relentless. Sophie had her arm through Theo’s the entire ride up, laughing at something Jake said, her fingers curled around his forearm. Clara watched me over her shoulder. I looked at the ceiling of the lift and counted floors. The bar was loud and packed. A DJ in the far corner sending bass through the floor. Lights strung low across the open ceiling. People everywhere with drinks in their hands and nothing serious on their minds. Some who were Clara’s friends who had flown in her .

said the second one, as he handed me a crumpled red piece of paper. “Triple feature shriek show starts at sundown October 31st. Stage show at midnight,” I read out loud. I took out my badge and showed it to both of them. “I’m sure you’re both aware that there’s a ten o’clock curfew for minors on weeknights,” I lied. “N-no, sir,” said the first one. “Well, you know now,” I said, crumpling up the flyer and tossing it in the trash on my way out the door.

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