Single's Inferno Paradise Hotel Novels & Stories

It is tantalizing to be stopped by only a mere threshold, and I watch for Mira to lean over far enough I can snatch her over, but she doesn't. Bored and mad with hunger, I retreat from the door some hours later in search of food. I make quick work of a janitor I catch on the stairs, and I drain him of every last drop, keeping just enough to spit on the door and smear it with my finger tips. I smear it vaguely, a circle and two horns imitating a devil and I smirk before I fling the body into the door. I knock on the door and announce that I am room service, still invisible, as I wait for the door to open. Instead of an open door, I'm rewarded with the groggy voices of the girls. I know they m

I realized that, that night was really long, because I had five men to please and little to no breaths to breathe. But even if I died that night, I don’t think they would’ve let me go. Animals eat their prey, dead or alive, a prey is a prey. “Let me go…” Was all I could say, my mind didn’t give me the power to think anything other than that. This momentary illusion, I thought I’d wake up from it but I found myself living it. That illusion became my life, when I first entered inside this hell, a brothel called ‘Paradiso’ another illusion because it turns out to be a club…

ALMA A mixture of rage and arousal dominated my body when Lazzaro’s gaze swept over my naked body. The disgusting human before me was having multiple affairs even before we got married. That only showed that he would do way worse after the marriage. The mere sight of him was enraging and I hated that there was nothing I could do about it. Perhaps, should I give Tania’s offer a try? At least falling into her trap would be a better option than the public humiliation and contracting an incurable disease from this man-whore.

It would be like having an aperitif. Yes, that's right, an aperitif before dinner! What stronzo (asshole*) would have anything against an aperitif? "What happened to your other chef? "He's bedridden. Stronzo (asshole*) has a skin infection, apparently shingles. He told me about chicken pox, but frankly, I don't care. All I care about is who was going to feed my VIPs." The doors open again and reveal a gigantic casino. In the center of the tables of games, strippers make the show on bars of pole dance arranged.

“I will help you, okay? You will regain everything that belongs to you, my son, and he owns one of the companies in the City of Bloom. It will be a big help. For now, stay here with me and let me have a daughter for a while, okay?” Selene nodded at Elina and hugged her again, “Thank you, Aunt Elina. I really needed this hug, thank you,” she whispered. When the sun was about to set, Elina toured Selene around the place. Selene, though she’s in another world, there are a lot of people there, she asked Elina about it, and she said that they are their people. She was confused at first about why they needed that number of people, but she didn’t mind it anymore. She was so engrossed looking around

He had promised her he'd stay away but that was going to be hard to do if he couldn't get her out of his mind. "Okay what's it going to be? Terminator, dark fate or The Nun." Reggie asked as she made herself comfortable on the love couch. William snapped out of his thoughts and raised his eyebrows in amusement. "You can't handle horror Reggie. I know you." Reggie laughed. "I have my knight here with me, I'm pretty sure I'd be safe." William had a goofy smile on his face. "Alright. The Nun it is." ***** "Oh no mum." Isabel groaned.

I looked down at Dalton’s business card lying between us on the table, my stomach tightening, “I’ll play his game.” Ryan followed my gaze and saw the card. Inferno. I swallowed hard. Just the name made something cold settle in my chest. Inferno is the most exclusive and dangrous clubhouse in Skyline City. Its a place where the elite sealed deals in shadows, where people wore masks not just on their faces but in their intentions. I’d heard scary stories. About how people carry out their twisted desires there too. But tonight, I’d be walking into it. Alone. Ryan leaned forward, voice low and tense. “If he touches you—”

She understand that one night stand is a sort of break free for some, and the rules really promises that no one will disturb or interrupt the night of their life. Serene can't leave Casa Roma Hotel without sleeping with a male guest. She blame the card system technology of the hotel. There were no hotel staff roaming around now, and she doubt that anyone will help her escape. She has to follow the rules and leave Vianca Island for good. As soon as she gets out this hotel, she will contact Sydney and ask for explanation. She trusted Sydney but now she isn't sure anymore. Sydney's effort to make her beautiful tonight is already suspicious, and the way she requested her to enjoy was a hint that

Several room numbers were crossed out in red and stamped RESTRICTED—APPROVED STAFF ONLY. “What happened to the normal assignments?” “Theo’s office changed them this morning.” Belle tapped the list. “These are VIP suites. Housekeeping usually prepares every room, but now only four approved employees can enter.” “Maybe the collectors requested privacy.” “Collectors request extra towels and impossible room temperatures. They don’t remove housekeeping.” I studied the restricted suites. One booking was under a private company instead of a guest. I had seen the name twice in Eli’s records—beside the Port Aurelia exhibition and a payment through the Laurent-Reed Arts Initiative.

That was pure luck I guess when it turns out a hotel staff member was answering from the other side that's how I got the information I was looking for desperately. I wasted no time and flew over here, it's dark outside when I reached. I went straight to the hotel called Mount Paradise 1st year. I found out that she was out, not in her room. Where she can be at the time of night, in an unknown place. Damn this woman I am getting the sick feeling but I genuinely hope she is not in some kind of problem.