Single's Inferno Paradise Hotel Novels & Stories

What she thought would be the worst mistake of her life,hell for her was actually paradise. . *********

The night had fully dropped now, casting the city in its usual chaos—neon lights bleeding onto rain-slick asphalt, dancers grinding to reggaeton basslines, vampires pulling humans into alley shadows. My club stood at the center of it all, three floors of sin built from generational wealth and blood-stained money. The sign glowed: Inferno. “Don Rafaele! I didn’t know you’d be coming in today,” Madam Cherry shrieks as I step into her portable office in the backrooms of my club. “I want to see my pet,” I reply after a moment of pleasantries. I lower myself to a sitting position whilst lighting my cigar. She glares at me instantly, and I chuckle. She hates it when I smoke in her office.

In exactly three minutes, they joined Henry in the car. Moments later, they arrived at Darik's hotel and suites. A very popular hotel in the state which had a five-star restaurant on the ground floor. The hotel also had branches in major states in America. Of course, Vee has heard of the restaurant and while working for the Matthews, she came to know that Darik was Laurel's long time boyfriend.

Unconscious. Unaware. Then he chuckled softly. “Alright, alright” he said. “Here’s the thing.” He lifted his head. “I want him.” Silence. Not confusion. Not immediately. Just silence. The voices did not respond. But the devils did. Yes… a lot of them. “What!? I didn’t know he has an interest with a white chicken huh” “Is he trying to get himself killed!?” “Is he trying to bend the law?” “Ohhh… that’s why he always reject having fun with beautiful ladies in hell, cos he is into that white chicks!”

I got mp3 out and played it putting my airpods in. "don't mind if you delay oh. I don't want to be lonely lonely tonight", I sang to myself as I played. I had a soft spot for Joeboy and this was the only song I was playing so easily. "Arghhh", I groaned. "Easy". I jumped at the sound of the voice. "Who are you?". "I'm so sorry, I startled you. "I'm Tari" I let go of my chest and moved in the piano seat.

“I appreciate the confidence but there is nothing I can do this time.” My heart sinks at his response. If he can’t and doctors can’t, then who can? “There must be something, anything,” I can’t hide my desperation and stupid Titan won’t stop whining. “We can pray for our souls.” “Besides that!” I snap. I wish they could all stop with the crap. “Her human form was strong-willed and resilient. It was suppressing the burning inferno inside her but…” Rufus hesitates. “She has given up and it’s taking over.” I complete his sentence.

Ever since I returned to Luca's house in Ashfield, she has been nothing but pleasant to me. We left the apartment, and Olsen drove us to the club. When we arrived at Marcelo's tower, I felt a rush of painful memories. The first time I came there, I was in chains like an animal because my father had a gambling problem. My hand linked with Luca's. I stepped into the building, and we headed for the VIP elevator. The club was in the penthouse. "Calm down, Emma," Luca said, picking up on my nervousness. It was easy for him to say. He had never been enslaved before. I smiled at him and took a deep breath. We eventually arrived at the penthouse, and the elevator opened.

We took Nivi to hospital and waited for her test results. Each and every second I stood outside of every test room was like I am passing through an eternity. Under me it was hell of fire where I was burning in that. There is no hell or heaven after death it's all in our life. Now I am getting all punishments for what aI did to that girl and I am in hell. Like my naani said bad people will treated very badly in hell by burning alive in fire.

I give myself one more glance after sitting down to put on my black heels that screamed fuck me . "I am coming mia " "Let's get drunk and fucked "

All I felt was an endless sense of absurdity and a deep, cold sadness. The sirens arrived quickly. Red and blue lights cut through the sunshine and shattered the false peace that had hung over the estate all day. The guests who had been laughing and chatting just moments before fled in every direction, like they were trying to escape a plague. The front gates of the Sands estate were sealed off with white tape before the afternoon was out. The scene shifted to a cold interrogation room. Harsh fluorescent lights bore down on Mom and Dad, making every detail of their embarrassment impossible to hide. A thick autopsy report was dropped onto the metal table in front of them with a loud slap, kic