Slate Bleu Reservations Novels & Stories

“What?! I pulled a lot of strings and waited for more than half a year to book one of their hotels. How can my reservation be canceled just like that? On what basis?” “Fam, calm down and read their post carefully. Reservations are not going to be accepted for the next month, but the previous reservations made will be honored.” “Huh? What does this mean?” “You know what it means! This is about the Lovehart family’s wedding!” “Wow! This is probably Mrs. Blakewell’s doing. Mr. Blakewell is simply carrying it out. He’s telling the world not to provoke his wife!” “His wife is amazing! I love her.”

“We have reservations.” “Where at?” “Il Bistro, near Pike’s Place Market,” Anna answered. “Yes, I’m familiar,” said Simon. “Why don’t you join us?” asked Anna. Rai’s lips stiffened. Simon turned to Gideon. “What do you say, mate? Should we join these lovely ladies?” “Rai?” Gideon asked, hoping to elicit a response. Feigning a smile that looked more like a snarl, she said, “I’m sure you men would like to have your beer elsewhere.”

He was quiet for a moment, sipping his espresso. “I know a place,” Asher said finally. “Private, exquisite, sun-kissed. No tabloids, no staff unless we ask. Just you, me, and the ocean.” Caleb blinked. “You’re being cryptic. Spit it out.” Asher’s eyes glittered. “Cheval Blanc Randheli. In the Maldives.” Caleb sat up straighter. “That’s the insanely luxurious resort where celebrities honeymoon.” “I have a standing reservation. And I’ve never used it.”

I pulled out of the car from the parking lot and taking a deep breath I drove toward the most famous Spa & Restaurant in Chicago. *** I stepped out of the car and tossed the car keys to the valet, which he soon brought back to me. I walked inside the restaurant and stopped by the receptionist. "Ma'am, did you have your table reserved before?" I rolled my eyes underneath the sunglasses. "Yeah, it must be reserved under the name of Ms. Anita Gareld Murad," I say and waited for her. She checked something on her desktop and smiled at me. "Ma'am, table Rosalía overlooking the beach is your reservation. Have a nice day, I hope you enjoy 'Ceretti'.

Salvatore, Italy 15 days later As Ms. Marise confided in me, the Blue Del Rey Hotel was chosen for CEO Adam Arnault's entourage. And even though we arrived here three days in advance, the suites and rooms were almost all occupied. Good thing I know the manager and he guaranteed me a reservation in Francisca's name. Because if the truth about my life in Paris is the only card left to Amelia, I make a point of getting it out of her and using it to my advantage while laughing at the danger that at any moment Anthony might walk through that door to confront me.

They had far too many seating areas for two people and a table that sat eight. She shrugged and followed Brayden out their private entrance. He took her to a restaurant within the Hotel called Saltz. It had a very chic look with felt gray chairs in front of small tables. Across from the chair was a long bench that was more or less a sofa. It was a royal blue color with pillows set up at each table to create separate seating areas along the long sofa.

Slate stood by the door again, impeccably dressed, unreadable as ever. I stepped out, clutching my bag. “You’re on time,” he said. “Good. Follow me.” No welcome. No small talk. Just orders. Just silence. I swallowed and followed him inside the towering mansion again, my footsteps echoing off polished floors. Slate walked ahead, hands behind his back. “Your quarters are ready. You are expected to keep them clean. Meals are prepared at 7am and 6pm. Anything outside that schedule is at Z’s discretion.”

"Come on, ma'am." A car provided by the resort to transport their guests had pulled up in front of them. It didn't take them long to reach one of the large, sturdy tents Beatrice had chosen. There were many such structures around them. According to the waiter, the two of them were lucky to still have a seat, because usually by the time the weekend arrived, it was already full with many reservations. "For dinner reservations, there's a menu by the bedside phone, ma'am. We're always ready to serve our guests," the waiter said before saying goodbye to Beatrice and Samuel.

“Oh come on Marlin, kid hasn’t eaten for three days. He’s gotta be super hungry. Just give’em everything.” Marlin glared at Jovanic intensely which made him nervous. Then she looked at Matthew. “Will a rice omelet with beef slices do?” Matthew nodded. Marlin smiled again. “Alright, just sit down. It’ll be done soon enough.” She said as she headed back to the kitchen. Matthew just stood there like a statue until Susan dragged him to sit. Then Susan took her seat beside Matthew which was beside Jade. The table was divided in two sides with the Winged Gears on one side and the Black Angels on the other. Azazel sat at the end of the table, to the right of Susan while Matthew sat on her left.

As they neared the restaurant she began to relax a bit she knew what she had to do and even though she didn't like the possible outcome she would stick with it. "Reservations for Anders." "Yes right this way miss." As they were shown to a seculded booth Blake began to sweat more. The hostess gave them their menu's and Blake a once-over with a very appreative look and he swore Mackayla gave her the evil-eye. Will that boded good he figured. Mackayla was silent as she studdied the menu "where did you hear about this place?" "I saw it on the booklet at the hotel" she answered with out looking up. Their waiter was a young woman of about 19 Blake figured maybe younger who knew these days. She als