Slate Bleu Reservations Novels & Stories

I ignored them all and called Claire. “Derek?” she answered, sounding surprised. “It’s late. Is everything okay?” "Everything's fine,” I said, surprised by how sincere I sounded. “I got the reservation. Tomorrow night at seven. Table for nine. I’m coming too.” “No way! I heard they were totally booked for the convention. What did you do? Bribe someone?” I looked back at the darkened windows of the restaurant. I thought about the wooden stool and the meditation stick. And the small child who’d thought it was funny to throw shrimp tails down the back of my coat.

Smiling, I thought of how it would feel to have his hands sliding around on the silk cloth. By the time we were done, there was still no sign of Slate, so Bash and I worked hard to make a special dinner and dessert to welcome him home. We settled on lasagna, a family favorite, with a salad. I pulled out a nice bottle of wine to celebrate along with a bottle of sparkling apple juice for Bash. I sent Bash outside and sent a quick text to Drew asking if he had heard anything about the council meeting. He isn’t on the senior council, but Blake is Slate’s brother. Maybe he had said something to her.

Nathan Drakov took the three siblings to a private reservation restaurant afterward. The place itself wasn’t large, but every detail inside carried an elegant, upscale charm. Soft jazz drifted through the air. Warm amber lighting reflected against vintage wine racks and dark wooden furniture. The restaurant accepted only three parties each night— And reservations had to be made at least three days in advance. So when Nathan walked in unannounced with Dakota Lancaster and the others, a server immediately approached nervously. Before the man could speak—

She tapped her tablet. “So let’s begin. First question, what’s the color theme for the day?” “It’s an all-white event,” Selene answered quickly, smiling like she’d rehearsed it. Damian turned to her. “All white?” “Yes,” she said confidently. “Clean. Elegant. Classy.” Kate nodded. “Lovely choice.” She typed it in. “And how many guests are we expecting?” “One hundred,” Damian said calmly. “No,” Selene cut in immediately. “One thousand.”

“Be good, alright?” Alex beamed. “We’re always good.” Alexia rolled her eyes. “That’s a lie.” I huffed a quiet laugh, warmth curling in my chest despite the storm raging inside me. “Can I make a reservation now?” I said to Kate, trying not to look desperate. “Yeah, we'll be open tomorrow. Or you can go on our website and make a reservation directly.” Kate wasn't even looking at me as she spoke. She was already ushering them toward a car parked nearby.

“There appears to have been an issue with your reservation. One of the rooms assigned to your team was accidentally double-booked during a scheduling error.” Blake rubbed his forehead tiredly. “So what are you saying exactly?” The woman swallowed nervously, looking like she wanted the floor to swallow her whole. “We only have one executive suite remaining.” “It’s fine,” Blake said quickly. “We'll take it.” The rooms had been booked far ahead in advance, when Blake and I were still… well, before we had gotten back together, and sharing a room now wasn't a problem. The room turned out to be massive, with a large window that overlooked the glowing Abu Dhabi skyline, but neither of us paid any a

"I want to go to the best restaurant for a meal," I said to Sarah the next day. Since I rarely came back here, I wanted to enjoy myself properly. Sarah nodded in agreement. "I know a good one in the city center." Blue Moon Restaurant was the most upscale place in town, lavishly decorated with an elegant atmosphere. We found a window seat and sat down. Kane was also in the Silvermoon pack territory for pack negotiations, so I invited him to join us.

“ Charlie was the one who replied, pressing even closer to Morgan, so that she could link her arm in his, with a smile full of silent messages “My husband and I are fine. All we want now is to smile and rest. “Oh, yes, of course, forgive me. “ the attendant gasped, gulping at her gaze, as she finally started fiddling with her computer “Very well… Oh, here you are, welcome Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan... Oh!" she broke off suddenly, looking more closely at the screen “That's two reservations, you say?" " Yes. “ Morgan confirmed, confused “ Why? Some problem?" “I am sorry, Mr. Sullivan. But the system only contains a reservation for one of the suites: the double, which was originally intended for Mrs

"Then take your time. I will work over there." "Okay." Time at work always passed quickly. Nicole felt her stomach growling after seeing only a few places. She looked at the time, and it was already noon. "Jared, what are we going to eat for lunch?" Nicole asked. "What would you like?" Nicole thought for a second and said, "How about a steak at the Blue Whale Restaurant?" "Sure. I will have Max make a reservation." "Max, make a reservation at the Blue Whale Restaurant for lunch," Jared instructed.

Hugo explained, "It’s like this—Scott insists that he reserved the crystal room and asked me to remove her. I was about to explain when you arrived." "Then explain it to him," Sebastian replied coldly. Hugo immediately addressed Scott. "Scott, I think there’s been a mistake. Shangri-La isn’t accepting any reservations today because Mr. Vanderbilt has rented out the entire restaurant." Just then, Scott’s assistant called. Scott picked up the phone, and the voice on the other end was apologetic. "Sorry, Scott, but Shangri-La isn’t accepting any reservations today. Would you like me to help you find another restaurant?"