Queen Rouge Booking Novels & Stories

He was stalling so he could soak in more of the view of the enchantress before him. A few minutes had passed and Emerald was starting to get irritated. How long did it take to go through a list of booked reservations? If her sources — Oriana — had been accurate, then there should only be about twenty six tables in this beanery which made it one of the most exclusive restaurants in the United States, therefore, it shouldn't take more than at least five minutes to skim through the reservations list. Noticing the young woman's growing annoyance, the receptionist hurriedly exclaimed, “Ah! Here it is. Under the name, Carolyn Levine, reservation for Emerald Pearce and—”

“Hello, sir. Do you have a reservation?” Kayson said, “Luna Deck.” The beautiful woman was stunned for a moment, but she kept her smile and said, “Please hold on while I check, sir. Can I get your name, please?” Kayson answered, “My last name’s Yarde, but I believe the person who made the reservation is Zeke Russell.” “Sure, please hold on.” The beautiful woman made her way to the cashier and made a call first before she pretended to check the system on the computer.

The receptionist suggested. Laura replied, "Thank you, but Monday's too late." "Thanks for your time," Laura added and left the company. Determined to meet Regina before the court hearing, Laura drove to Charmount Restaurants, a five-star establishment, to gather her thoughts and grab a meal. "I'm so sorry, ma'am, but we're fully booked," the receptionist said as soon as Laura walked in. Laura's eyebrows furrowed as she scanned the empty restaurant. "Fully booked? I see no crowd here."

“One suite. King bed. Under Jade Mensah.” “There should be two rooms,” Jade said. “I requested two rooms.” “The reservation shows one suite.” A pause. “It’s a very nice suite.” Priya put her hand on Jade’s arm, light, the specific pressure that meant I’ve got this, don’t spiral, and smiled at the receptionist. “Is there anything else available this weekend?” The receptionist was already typing. Already doing the face. “We’re fully booked. The Harrington wedding has the entire east wing and there’s a conference…”

They cross the road, with Cassandra and I not far behind. “What are your thoughts on dinner dates?” I ask her out of the blue as we stop in front of the restaurant. She gives me a weird look, “I don’t know, why?” I shrug, “Just asking,” I say before walking into the restaurant. The décor is minimal but cozy, it is obvious the owner was going more for being welcoming than being aesthetically pleasing. Ray and Lydia are talking to the attendant in front. “A table for four please,” I hear Lydia say in a sweet voice and roll my eyes.

“Hello, sir. Do you have a reservation?” Kayson said, “Luna Deck.” The beautiful woman was stunned for a moment, but she kept her smile and said, “Please hold on while I check, sir. Can I get your name, please?” Kayson answered, “My last name’s Yarde, but I believe the person who made the reservation is Zeke Russell.” “Sure, please hold on.” The beautiful woman made her way to the cashier and made a call first before she pretended to check the system on the computer.

But somehow she begged me to stay. "Stay till one, cause I have some VIP coming in from the port. Two girls didn't come in today. They want at least six girls in." I rose my eyebrows. "Six?" She nodded counting my money. "Yes, six. There booked two champagne Gold rooms. You girls might be in for some real money" Amber laughed behind us. "Yes, we will" I smirked leaning on the counter, and shrugged. "Well, Fine then," I said ordering some fries for myself since I was starving.

I barely remembered parking or making my way through the glittering glass doors of The Aurelia Royale, but the second I stepped inside, the contrast hit me. Soft classical music floated in the air. The floors of the building shimmered. A staff member in security was kind enough to greet me when I was walking by, but I did not answer. I heard the sound of my heels echo as I continued to walk into the atrium. “How may I–?” “Someone booked a reservation under Caleb or Clinton. My name is Joana—” “Yes, ma’am!” she smiled brightly. “Please follow me.” That smile unsettled me more.

the receptionist replied as she checked on their system. Aurora felt uncomfortable the way Jared was eyeing her frowningly. But she had to admit the sudden skip of her heartbeat when he referred to her as his fiancée. Less than a few minutes, the front desk officer informed them of the status of their request. “I’m sorry to inform you, sir, that as of now until Sunday, all our hotel rooms are already booked for tomorrow’s Costume Institute Gala.”

She said as Reid sighed and turned his head at Graham, glaring at him. “By the way, I also asked the housekeeper to iron the suits and clothes when we get there.” Upon reaching the hotel, he walked beside her as she approached the desk and showed their reservations which are on the presidential suites. Some were also on the deluxe sweets under the presidential suites. Everything was booked in advance. “Confirmed. This is booked by Miss Quinn Moore and Miss Karol Roberts.” “Yes,”