Precious Moments Hotel Novels & Stories

I placed my hand on his, giving a small sigh as I stepped out into the cool night air. We arrived veru early at The Golden Crown Hotel and Towers, one of the most luxurious hotels in the city. It stood tall and elegant, its glass walls shimmering right beneath the city lights. The entrance was beautified with silver drapes, white daisies, and long strands of neon lights. There was even a red carpet rolled out from the steps of the building to the parking area. Photographers and reporters were already swarming the entrance with cameras flashing like stars all around.

"Damn, I really love this girl, and I'm confident she'll choose me." Two minutes later, Jace had an appointment with a prestigious hotel chain nearby to view their penthouse. We could move in right away if it was to our liking. I chuckled, these hotels knew how to make a good deal. Few could afford the price they charge for rent. But the location was great, and their security system was top-notch.

“She died two years ago in an attack. That is when I started working for the council, to get out of my pack, Damian’s pack.” “And the full circle.” I said. We had pulled up to a hotel. “Why a hotel?” “Not just any hotel, the hotel that Jonathan will be staying at tomorrow.” The hotel was massive. I looked more like an office building than a hotel but the numerous greeters with bell carts confirmed it was indeed a hotel. The beige stucco siding made the building look plain but there was marbling on the canopy and columns that helped out the curb appeal. A large chandelier hung from the canopy that swayed gently in the wind.

The woman giggles. “We will be fine. We will be back up in a few minutes.” Jace informs her. “Great! I really hope I see you again, it was great meeting you!” And then she was off, hurrying back up the hall that we just came down. “Sir?” “Yes, Precious?” He kisses the top of my head. “I really like this place. Can we find out what membership is?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~

As he got to the lobby, he saw a pretty lady reading newspapers on the chair. As he was about to remove his gaze from her, he suddenly noticed the bracelet she was wearing. The hotel he was staying at wasn’t a Gems Group hotel as all of their hotels in Paris were always booked to capacity around the clock and his aides had to book the presidential suite of this hotel for him. Coincidentally, the hotel was close to the concert venue where he was drugged over a year ago.

He had all his men and cops finding her but he got nothing overnight. “I’m…” She didn’t even know where she was until her eyes landed on the black pencil on the table with the name of the hotel engraved on it. “Brother, I’m at Pearl Swiss Hotel.” She could not help to be amazed at where she was now. In capital Z, the hotel was the most expensive. No wonder all the things inside the room were of high-end quality. Even the scent was luxurious. Eric came very quickly. Arabella didn’t say anything to him. She chose to be quiet but he didn’t like it.

he winked his eye playfully. "Go on, I'll park the car wait for me in the lobby I'll be with you in a sec," "Okay," Cecy replied After he said that he walked around and then opened the passenger seat. Cecy casually walked inside the hotel building and then stood at the side as she looked around curiously. Suns Hotel was a seven-star hotel inorder to make a reservation one had to book six months in advance not even the prominent leaders could access it. It was one of the hotels that not everyone could access it.

When she gained strength, she stood up and hurried out. Helen caught up with her in the elevator before it closed. “Why?’ Helen asked, confusedly. “I’ve found him,” she said, and tears began to flow from her eyes. “Who?” Helen asked. “My father,” she replied. “Who is he?” “Robert Johansson, the owner of the Silver Dust Hotel.” The Silver Dust Hotel is one of the finest hotels in Las Vegas. Aside from that, it was a hotel for elites, it was also where well-known musicians and singers often performed.

Conflict made for higher ratings apparently. Owen just wanted them to leave him alone. Now, he will admit that at first when he first opened the hotel, he had appreciated all the people who was curious about the motel, considering that was the only busines that he could get at the time. But as time had passed and he had began to build up an impressive reputation, he did not feel like he needed that form of business any more.

“Each floor has its own dedicated concierge and security team.” Val nodded politely. “It’s beautiful, Mr Wright. Truly.” Maybe not entirely but she has to see something to be able to understand this 'concept' maybe an image, of what the hotel would look like after, where they got the inspiration from, because really, all she could imagine was irregular shapes of different colors sticking to the walls and floors. Then Maxwell led them to a private elevator marked ‘PH’. “And now, the crown jewel,” He said, swiping a keycard.