Single's Inferno Paradise Hotel Novels & Stories

Cynthia messaged me, savoring every bit of their trouble, and updated me on how they were doing. When Alan learned I was truly married, he fell into a spiral of despair. He shut himself in, drinking himself into oblivion. After a night of heavy drinking, Brenda took advantage and disguised herself as me. In his drunken haze, Alan accidentally ended up in bed with her. He married her, though he did so unwillingly. Life after marriage was pure chaos. Brenda's selfishness and recklessness came to light, and when Alan sought a divorce, she stabbed him in rage. She was certain Alan had betrayed her as well. After stabbing him and knowing she couldn't escape, she ran to the Samson residence and se

Chapter 7: The Power Struggle Isla’s heart raced as she walked down the dimly lit hallway at Inferno, the thumping bass of the club’s music still vibrating through the floor beneath her. She had managed to escape the chaos of the main room, seeking a brief moment of solitude to think. The club was alive with energy, but for Isla, every step closer to the backrooms of Inferno felt like she was entering another world—one where she had to keep her composure, where secrets were traded like currency.

The message read GRACEAFÈ HOTEL ROOM NUMBER 15. The day I came to the charming hotel at a corner of America nobody cared about. Just like the pack territories, it's own secret country. The place that took me in when I had no where else to go. Cash got me my own room for Seven months. All the blood stained clothes, peeled away from his body into a waste bin, the same waste bin the picture of Ox Ferry bar went. The board in front of him still full of multiple pictures. A rope secured the bathrobe around him as he stared at the board full of pictures. The board guided him to demon hotspots when he was on the trail of the Obsidian Blade and now that it is found killing them all seems like a huma

"The affairs of these wealthy families are too juicy! I'm glad I chased Nicholas to the airport. I need to hear all this!" At that moment, Pete seemed to regain some of his former self. He grinned as he said, "The good news is… congratulations to my Ariana! She is finally single again!" As he spoke, flashes from cameras illuminated my and Nicholas's faces. Nicholas mumbled, "Your Ariana? Ariana is yours?" His body shook violently. "Let her go! Ariana is mine! Mine!" The impact of Pete's words was more devastating than any drug scandal. His eyes were red, disregarding his image as he shouted desperately, "Ariana, come here! Don't go with Pete!"

She poked her hair and inserted another dagger into her head that appeared to be nothing more than a decoration. In an instant, she accelerated her sedan and came to a stop in front of the El Paradiso club. A location where everyone can find paradise, where they can do anything and everything. To be precise, it resembles a cross between a bar, a casino, and a hotel. However, the most intriguing feature is that you may purchase other people to satisfy your desires. When she entered, the space was chaotic, vibrant, and smoky. Everywhere you look, people are having fun, dancing, and drinking. The masks they are all wearing make it impossible to tell who he is meeting right away. Such a tricky t

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He yanks upward on the chain pulling Nico back to his knees and I feel the tears that I thought had dried up spill from my eyes. Damian sniggers and then I feel him push hard and roughly inside of me, my eyes squeeze shut and I try to block it out, to take myself to anywhere but here like I normally do but it’s impossible. Knowing Nico is right there, like this and I am helpless to stop it, to help him. There is no escape from this moment, I have never been religious but I send a prayer to whatever might be out there to help us, for karma, or divine intervention, or anything to come and strike him down. Truly he is the most evil thing to ever walk this earth.

It was just past midnight when the heavy doors of Club Inferno creaked open. Inside, the air was thick with money and silence. A pianist played slow jazz in the corner, but no one listened. No one spoke unless they had something worth saying. At the back of the room, a man sat alone in a dark leather booth. Black shirt. Black gloves. Gold rings that caught the light like tiny flames. Dominic Pendragon. The guards dragged someone in. A man with blood on his collar and panic in his eyes.

I will show him that the Devil is not to be trifled with. Lately I've been frustrated and in a bad mood all the time. I'm in need of a good fucking. However, since that emerald-eyed blonde crossed my life everything changed. Other women don't satisfy me, none of them turn me on, and that's not normal anymore. Before, I used to get turned on by just seeing a pair of tits or an ass, but not now. I only desire a woman's. Maybe I have to make her mine to get rid of her. Maybe I have to make her mine to get rid of that desire and to bring back the real Devil. I'm about to accomplish my goal. There are only a few days left until Friday. I don't even feel like doing it with others. In my head there

I drew in a sharp breath as his touch filled me with warmth. “Because you are the heaven I’ll never reach.” “Anche in paradiso non è bello essere soli. I go where you go.” There is no greater torment than to be alone in paradise. His eyes met mine. “You are my paradise. With you, I am not alone.”