Queen Rouge Booking Novels & Stories

the attendant sighed, then pointed at a dress. “Let me get this one. I’m even paying with my card,” Quin said sadly. Quin took a shapeless short pink dress. The attendant packed it and asked for a photo with her. Quin agreed, then left. ⸻ Inside the VIP section, Aurora sat waiting for Quin to change her dress. Quin walked in with a boutique bag and handed it to Cynthia. “You haven’t apologized for what you did, you know,” Aurora said, looking at Quin.

But after years of being treated like garbage, there was something intoxicating about being claimed by the most powerful man in the region. As we toured the breathtaking ballroom and gardens, the venue manager mentioned casually, "We had to turn down several other high-profile bookings for your date. That Virginia Paraguz was particularly persistent—called our office ten times trying to book this place for her vow renewal ceremony. But of course, Alpha Luxian's reservation takes absolute priority." I stopped walking so abruptly that Luxian nearly bumped into me. "Virginia tried to book this place?" "Oh yes, quite desperately. She seemed to have her heart set on it. Even offered triple our us

I folded my hands and stared at her, she looked up and pouted her lips. “Okay, i found something,” she looks at her system like there was something wrong. “What is going on?” I asked her. “There isn’t a suite booked for an Aurora Clinton but an Aurora Clinton Crane. Wow double C,” she squeaked like a child. I glared at her, brought my phone from my bag and went through the document Amy had sent to me. “Shit!” I whispered, staring right back at the document for my booking. It reads Aurora Clinton Caleb.

I asked Rowan, trying to sound calm, but I was already clinging to a sliver of hope. Rowan hesitated. Damn it. That face never brings good news. "That's the issue, sir… The room wasn't reserved under Lady Rissa's name. It was booked under someone else entirely. And that person wasn't even a Moon Festival guest." I pressed my fingers against my forehead, trying not to explode. Are you kidding me? I've tracked rogue Alphas across mountains, fought monsters bigger than my ego—but somehow, I've lost the one woman I actually want to see again?

"In seven months have you ever had a week where your private room requests dropped off completely?" I sat up straighter. "What do you mean dropped off?" "I mean I have been watching the booking board for the past three weeks," Raven said, "and clients who used to request you specifically, regulars, the ones who come in every Friday and ask for Scarlett by name, have been going to other girls." She paused. "It's not because they changed their minds. It's because someone got to them first." I was quiet. "What do you mean someone got to them first?" I said.

As for Charlie, he went to Isaac’s office together with Isaac. At this time, Isaac answered a phone call before he walked in front of Charlie as he spoke up, “Young Master, the agency team on Miss Golding’s side has already sent a confirmation letter here. They have booked eighty-five rooms at Shangri-La for more than one hundred and fifty people to come and check in tomorrow.” Charlie asked curiously, “Is that Nana? Is she already on her way to Aurous Hill?” “Yes.” Isaac said, “It’ll already be Miss Golding’s concert in three days. Her team will be coming over tomorrow to inspect the venue, and the rehearsal will be held the day after tomorrow.”

The rain starts just as the black sedan pulls up to the kerb outside the Moonshadow restaurant. It is the exclusive dining spot on the edge of the high-tier sector, built into a cliff overlooking the dark water of the bay. The gravel in the car park crunches under my heels as I step out. I pull my black wool coat tight around my neck to keep the wind out. The hostess does not ask for my name. She sees the silver Rogue crest pinned to my lapel and immediately bows her head, her fingers shaking as she leads me through the glass partition into the main dining room.

The voice on the other end says in a professional tone with just a hint of a french accent. "Hi. I'd like to make a reservation please." "Certainly. What date were you looking at?" "As soon as possible actually. Within the week if you have anything available?" A pause stretches between us as I overhear the clicking of a keyboard then her voice comes on again. "I'm terribly sorry to inform you, madame, but we're fully booked for the next two months.” She says regretfully, “I could put you on our waitlist but I must be honest, it's quite extensive."

Royal Shark was the most famous grand hotel in the capital. It wasn’t easily booked by just anyone, only special status people were qualified to book. It was said that the served the best meal ever made. Vance nodded his head and hailed, “Chairwoman, thank you so much for your hospitality, we’ll honor your invite.” He nudged Aurora. “Quick, thank the Chairwoman for her invite.” He knew that other top influential people would be present at the hotel, this would be a great opportunity. Aurora was about to say something, but was interrupted by Magda.

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