Stanley Hotel Stories Novels & Stories

"We’re here on some business. Just exploring the city for now." Emily's eyes flicker with interest, but she maintains her aloof demeanor. "I see. And where are you staying?" Stanley shifts uncomfortably, glancing again at Eloise before answering. "We're at the Clifton Inn." "How lovely," Emily says, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. "Perhaps we’ll run into each other again." Eloise feels a surge of irritation at being completely ignored, but she holds her tongue, squeezing Stanley’s hand for support.

Stanley said as soon as he saw Toby It was quite a distance from the airport to the hotel. The others were stunned at the sight of the person before them. On the other hand, Hilda saw that Stanley was showily dressed and looked like a peacock. Not only that, but Stanley never seemed to stop talking from the moment she got off the plane until the moment they arrived at the hotel.

Stanley said in a teasing voice, which made Xavier even more irritated. "Where were your illusions when I was calling you last night? You didn't even answer my calls. Now you are saying you have illusions for me? " Xavier's annoyance reached its peak. "I was in the operating theatre. That is why I couldn't take your call. And you should be happy. You usually spend the night with a girl every day. And that girl arranged many girls for you. All the girls that girl arranged for you were top-rated call girls. If your picture with them had appeared in the newspaper once, your honor would have gone to dust. I must admit that girl has guts. Her medicine worked on you, as you denied it when I asked

“Do you think that she has been fooled by her own cleverness? She must have thought that you’ll catch up with her, so she got out of the car after leaving the hotel. After that, she allowed Henry to drive away alone to distract you, but she didn’t expect The Fly to catch up with Henry so soon. Of course, she most likely would not have thought that that pervert, Frank, has installed a bunch of CCTVs within ten miles of the hotel.” Stanley’s lips kept curving upward. “Jills Hotel is located within the outskirts and not many cars will pass by at this hour. If she failed to hitch a ride after getting out of Henry's car, she must still be hiding somewhere nearby. Till then, we can catch her.” Aft

I banged a fist against the glass. He jerked awake with a sharp snort and squinted at us. “Welcome to Haven Motel,” he drawled amidst a yawn. His battered name tag read: Stan. “Forty dollars a night, cash only.” “I’m not here to book a room,” I said. His sleepy eyes took us in. “Okay, cause I think a threesome including you two hefty broads would break our bed.” Kaela slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle her snort.

She immediately linked this number to the events of the evening. "Quick, we need to get to Stanley International Hotel!" Yaslyn declared. She slammed her foot on the accelerator, pushing the car to 120 miles per hour. Stanley International Hotel was not far from their location, but Yaslyn could not shake off the sense of urgency. She silently prayed that they would arrive in time and that nothing had happened to Zyra and Henry. Upon arriving at Stanley International Hotel, Yaslyn parked the car. She then saw a steady stream of journalists rushing inside, creating a chaotic scene as if some major drama were unfolding within.

Stan looked the other way and said, "You are so dirty." "Woah. It's alright, at least, we made love last night," the woman said softly. Stan glared at her and pointed his finger. "Let me remind you of this, lady. I had a wife and a child waiting for me at home last night. And what happened today, it can ruin my family," Stan said to her angrily. The woman just looked at him and rolled her eyes. "If you don't care about that, maybe there is no family that is waiting for you," Stan said and picked up his bag. He left the hotel room and looked at either side. "I'm screwed up," Stan said as he realized that he is in Garcia's Hotel.

Well, since she had decided to face her fears, she could as well tell him to his face that he didn't scare her. "Where are we headed?" She asked Stanley out of curiosity. "To the hotel." "What! Why a hotel?" Vega asked in horror. Stanley quickly turned to face her, seemingly confused as to why she screamed that way. "Is there anything the matter, ma'am?" "Yes there is, and that is the fact that I'm not going into a hotel with him." Stanley couldn't contain his laughter hearing what Vega had just blurted out. This twin is surely a funny one.

Stanley's lip twitched as he immediately thought to himself again, 'This can't be just a mere coincidence, right?' He believed their story about coming here to have ice cream, but the fact that they were aware of his room's location and that the staff entered with four portions of ice cream made the situation seem highly unlikely. Then, Stanley remembered how Nolan and Lana had pestered him with questions about where he was going after work. He called to tell them that he needed a quiet place to think, so he would come to Serenity.

Knowing Mike would be back to say good night, and would be curious if he met her hiding under the duvet, she settled for a sigh as she shivered slightly in reaction. ‘Mike is not just Mike Stanford but the Mike Stanford of the Stanford international hotels? A hotel that’s known all over the world as the home for the affluent and powerful. Recently labeled as the number one hotel that can serve and cater to the needs of Queen Elizabeth, it’s the rage of the moment which the news media will not stop talking about in years to come. And the son of that big brand is the man she is living with? The man she has been kissing, insulting and calling her best friend? Holy double cow! She has really bit