New York Edition Hotel Review Novels & Stories

***End of Flashback*** In Albany, New York, at the Albany Hotel, Jacob and I stayed in the presidential suite. It was really beautiful. I don’t know about Jacob, but this is the first time that I have been in a hotel like this. This is also the first time that I have been to another place. I was always around packs, especially when I turned rogue. "Baby, what do you want to do first?" Jacob asked. "I wanted to eat. I did not get to eat much earlier because Anita kept on nagging me." I answered, smiling.

Sharper. Clara had played us both. And I had let her. I rode the elevator down alone. The driver waited by the car. I gave him the address. “The St. Regis New York.” The city blurred past the windows. My jaw stayed tight the whole ride. By the time we pulled up to the hotel, my hands had curled into fists. I stepped inside the grand lobby. Crystal chandeliers. Marble floors. The kind of place where secrets stayed hidden behind polite smiles.

I said as I paid him, giving him a generous tip. “My pleasure, miss,” he replied in a thick East Indian accent. “Have a wonderful stay in New York.” I smiled, and then turned to Casey. “Come on. Help me with the bags.” A moment later, we stepped into the infamous hotel lobby. Butterflies fluttered within my stomach as we approached the front desk. In spite of myself, it felt good to be back in New York. “May I help you, miss?” a gentleman asked, dressed in a black suit and white shirt, wearing a white bow tie.

The car pulled up to the Meridian Grand Hotel and I felt my breath catch at the sight of it. The hotel was one of those old New York landmarks that had been around for over a hundred years and looked every bit as magnificent as its reputation suggested. The exterior was all pale stone and ornate architectural details, lit from below by subtle golden lighting that made the whole building glow warmly against the dark evening sky. A red carpet extended from the entrance down to the curb, flanked on both sides by velvet ropes and what looked like most of Manhattan's active paparazzi. Camera flashes were already going off steadily as other guests arrived—women in extraordinary gowns and men in im

Ryan hummed, returning to his emails. When they reached the hotel, an elegant high-rise towering over Marina Bay, Elena stepped out without waiting. Her heels clicked against the marble floors as they entered the lobby, the warm scent of sandalwood wrapping around them. The hotel lobby was a masterpiece of modern luxury, soaring ceilings, a living green wall dripping with orchids. Elena gaped as they approached the front desk. “We’re staying here?” Ryan didn’t look up from his phone. “Problem?” “This place costs more per night than my total intern payment.”

I stepped into my office. I was known as a very strict businessman. I brokered deals with unimaginable benefits. I owned almost the entirety of New York. I owned restaurants, nightclubs, cafes and a long chain of hotels. I was the king of New York. I fucking ran this town and everything in it. Phantom Hotel was the No. 1 leading hotel in New York and even stretched far from New York. I made sure it was created to cater for the rich and high and mighty. It was an extreme comfort at the price of gold. It was worth it.

When I came downstairs, Ethan was waiting in a perfectly fitted black suit. He looked devastating. "You look beautiful," he said, his eyes warm with admiration. "You look pretty good yourself," I said. He took my hand and squeezed it gently. "Ready?" he asked. "As ready as I'll ever be," I said. ........ The Grand Manhattan Hotel was one of the most prestigious hotels in the city. When we arrived, the lobby was already buzzing with activity. Business leaders in expensive suits. Reporters with cameras and microphones. Hotel staff rushed around, making sure everything was perfect.

Cecily mumbled, nonetheless. The limo halted in front of the Hotel De Mon, the oldest and grandest hotel in New York City. It had been the venue for the convention for nearly a hundred years, as the Lycan was one of its shareholders. Once, he'd attended these events with his alphas, but he hadn't done so in decades. No one knew why.

Xavier How did my life turn out to be like this? I thought as I stared at the ceiling of our luxurious suite. This swanky hotel is tucked in One57, one of the city's tallest and most talked about residences. Stellar service, pin-drop quiet rooms, a sumptuous spa and modern but feel-good interior spaces fashion this Hyatt flagship as one of New York's pacesetters among true luxury. I can’t believe how my family acts as if we’re on a vacation. As if sealing a deal magically solves all of our problems. It feels like we’re selling our soul to a demon to live a good life only to be eaten out in the end.

I manage to keep a calm expression despite the raging storm in my heart, it feels like it’s strangled in my throat, each beat too loud. The excitement, the anticipation, it’s all so surreal. New York is so beautiful, more breathtaking in person, no amount of pictures or movies does justice to the real thing. The hotel lobby takes my breath away, the chandelier, the gold accents, the modern furniture, it all screams luxury, a single night here must cost a fortune. We stop at the reception desk where four female attendants stand smiling politely, but one of them looks a little too eager, her eyes flicking straight to Norman