Romance Hotel Hue Vietnam Novels & Stories

2018, December, Honeymoon Trip Hpa-An City Oo and Pan Che stayed at Parami motel in Hpa-An because one of their local friends suggested it. Last night, they slept well after having dinner. This morning they woke up early. Actually, Pan Che woke Oo up to see the beauty of the morning. They both walked up to the veranda of the motel and from it, the panoramic view of Hpa-An was rather striking, with the rising rays of the Sun. They did not speak to others while they were enjoying the scenery.

Vera We strolled into the hotel, a chauffeur behind us carrying in our luggage. I stopped to admire how beautiful the hotel was. Mother had good taste. I felt my cheese go red at the romantic decorations that filled everywhere. Roses, balloons. Gosh. We walked to the receptionist and she gave us a key and assigned us a guide to take us to our suite. "When you two are fully rested, we will send your food and he will be your guide to enlighten you tomorrow on the intimate activities we have for our couples" she beamed, looking between Julius and I. "Have a great night"

I whispered to avoid the awkwardness, even though it was day. “Night.” ______________ After a long time, asleep and a long time awake, we reached Vietnam. I followed him out. He had a car ready and we were taken to an amazing hotel. "Thank you so much for trusting us, Mr. Wright," the hotel manager said with a big smile as he welcomed us, and then he noticed me. "And…" "Mrs. Wright. To be Mrs. Wright, anyway." Damien introduced me and a small smile appeared on my lips.

I look amazed. "It's one of the finest hotels in all of France. Come, let's get out of the car." The hotel staff welcomed us warmly. Everyone was very friendly. Alessandro speaks French fluently, so there were no issues. Upon entering the room, I noticed that the entire place was beautifully decorated with red rose petals and candles—everything was so romantic. "Do you like the surprise, my love?" "It's lovely, thank you, darling." I give him a kiss. "Do you want to eat something, Clau?"

France truly lived up to its reputation as the most romantic country; the hotel was unexpectedly. stylish. The room had typical European architecture, with rose petals scattered on pure white sheets, creating an ambiguous atmosphere under the warm lights. Outside on the balcony, there was even a medium-sized swimming pool. The balcony's floor-to-ceiling windows allowed a clear view from the inside, while the outside remained opaque. If she and John took a bath together inside, enjoying the night view through the window... Diana couldn't help but indulge in a little fantasy. Ah ah ah!!! A bit shameful.

“Romantic, isn’t it?” Zoe gave a small nod, not meeting his gaze. Adonis chuckled. “You’re awfully quiet. Excited?” She turned to him with a blank look. “Just tired.” He watched her for a moment but didn’t push further. Instead, he helped her into the car, and they headed to their hotel. Their suite was breathtaking—huge windows overlooking the Eiffel Tower, a luxurious king-sized bed, and a cozy sitting area. But Zoe barely took it in. She placed her bag down and walked straight to the bedroom.

Then all was just a distant dream that would fade as time went by. When we arrived at the hotel a little after three, Damien helped me out of the car, but didn't try to wrap his arms around my waist as he always did. We walked through the lobby and Damien got our keys. A smiling young man was willing to carry our bags. It was only when we reached the floor where we would be staying that I realized that he had only booked one suite and that we would be together until nightfall. I didn't want to argue and just accepted the fact and went into the suite. It was warm inside, contrasting with the winds and the biting cold of the cloudy day outside. I realized that part of the warmth was due to the

Author's pov Canada "Hey beautiful, I have already booked a room for me...can you tell me the room number and give me keys?" A man of 50s told the receptionist of the Hotel Paradise. The receptionist put a fake smile on her face and said,"Sure Sir.." The girl checked the details on the computer screen and said,"Your room number is 709 and here is your key." She handed him the keys. "Thank you so much. " The man said happily.

Morning stretched across the Amour DeLuxe Resort like melted honey—warm, slow, and too bright for anyone who sinned the night before. Downstairs, the lobby buzzed with business travelers and a few confused retirees who had absolutely NO idea why the hotel was filled with loud Creole women in satin robes and hungover men in matching “Marcus’s Final Ride” t-shirts.

CATALINA’S PERSPECTIVE MARSEILLE, FRANCE The door to our suite at the Hôtel de Luxe slammed shut, the Marseille night shut out as Dante’s hands found me, pulling me into a hungry kiss. Our lips crashed, tongues tangling, all the pent-up heat from the day, Henri’s deal, Rafayel’s recruitment, the arena’s blood, leaving us fueled and ignited. “Fucking missed this, amore mio,” Dante growled against my mouth, his hands tearing at my blouse, buttons popping as he yanked it off.