Queen Rouge Booking Novels & Stories

I asked whilst arranging her fringe over her forehead. "At 4:00 pm, but I couldn't book any private cabins as an urgent ticket. I asked for it, but they said what cabin! You can book only an AC chair, the First seat and some more. But the AC chair wasn't available so I had to book the first seat. But I asked how it was. They said it's like bus quality. I have no idea." I am fixing her hair.

Showing fear here would be like bleeding in shark-infested water. "You lost, sweetheart?" A large Rogue blocked my path. He smelled like alcohol and violence. "I'm meeting someone." "Yeah? Who?" "Me." The voice came from the back corner booth. Deep. Commanding. The kind of voice that made every wolf in the room go quiet. The Rogue in front of me paled and stepped aside immediately. I walked toward the booth, my heart hammering. A man sat in the shadows. I could only see his outline. Broad shoulders. Dark hair. But the power rolling off him made my wolf whimper and bow inside me.

"Loop me in next time." "Of course, Ms. Sinclair, of course." He smiled and walked out. The second the door closed, I called the front desk at the Round Table. "Can you pull up a record for me? Night of the twelfth, dinner charged to my account. How many people. Which room." "One moment, Ms. Sinclair." Pause. "VIP Room 2. Party of eight. Your assistant Justin made the booking. Said it was an important client of yours." "Eight?"

, Juliet said. " And make a very good first impression you will. But you have to be yourself. If you try hard to make a good first impression you'll just end up doing all the wrong things. Just calm down, okay?" " How many guests are we having from Leo's side at the rehearsal dinner?", Juliet asked. Meghan picked up the paper on the bed that they had been going over for an hour. "Twenty of them. Best friends, grandparents, siblings, parents and three cousins"

Her words echoed in his mind, and his eyes turned red. “Okay, we’ll wait for your coming,” Roxanne said, then Burgess ended the call. “Oprah, you won't be able to get away unless I kick the bucket!” Burgess muttered in anger, but then rode her car to the banquet. *** In Grande Restaurant No. 1. Kaleb stood at the entrance of the swanky restaurant, sporting a duckbill cap and a mask. His gaze fixated on the entrance, where a luxurious Bugatti was parked. The moment Aaron stepped out of the car, Kaleb's eyes gleamed with an icy intensity. He was indeed a miniaturized version of Burgess.

If the Winchesters were waiting for me to break, they would have to wait a lot longer. I checked the time. 11 a.m. Château Rouge occupied the top floor of an office tower. Even from the entrance, it was clear: they didn’t welcome just anyone. The receptionist recognized the reservation the moment I said my name and led me to a private room inside. The room was quiet. No loud music, no clinking glasses. Just a round table with two chairs, a warm light overhead, and a large window overlooking the city at night. And she was already there.

He stepped forward with both hands extended as if welcoming old friends. “We are delighted to host you at Coral Vista. May I confirm the reservation under a Mr. Jamie? I believe that’s you?” Jamie stepped forward proudly, “That’s me. But these are my two queens. Don’t be fooled by the name.” “And I am Tessa” Tessa said. “Camila…” Camila spoke up abruptly. Olivier gave a warm laugh. “Excellent. You all are booked for three ‘Sunset Premier Suites’—ocean views, private balconies, en-suite jacuzzis, and breakfast included. Is that correct?”

“Henry, let’s go in quickly. Dew Garden isn’t somewhere most people can visit. We would never have gotten to come here if it wasn’t for Reina!” Delightedly, Henry described Dew Garden to the people around him. “This is a restaurant that Mr. Gerald owns. It only accepts a few tables of guests and requires a one-week booking period. However, we don’t have to worry about that.” Henry’s guests, who were Myers Corporation’s shareholders and business partners, all praised him. “Reina sure is a great daughter to you. She is so sweet for treating us.” “Lead the way, Mr. Henry. We’ve never even seen what Mr. Gerald’s restaurant looks like.”

she says instead of ignoring what I said earlier “If this is about the account reports, I can send them as a file to you, I am sure you don’t want to see me either” I roll my eyes sipping the last of the tea “No, but I need your help, La Rouge restaurant in let me say 30 minutes?” she says her voice coy “And why should I come?” I raise a brow at her “Because I have valuable information for you,” she says in a clipped tone ending the call.

Mr Manning's voice cuts before I can protest and that means he will take no protest. I call the restaurant to book “Hello,this is the royale restaurant,how may I help you?” “I want to book a reservation for 8 o'clock tonight.” “I’m sorry but reservations are full today and the rest of the month,you can book for next month.” “But I need a reservation tonight.” “I understand,miss but I can not help you with that. I’m very sorry.” She doesn't sound sorry at all. “Do you know who you’re talking to? I am the personal assistant from Mr Manning,miss. Check again and find a spot for my boss. Table for two.” Yeah,I pulled that card.