The Book Club Hotel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Forced Marriage Mommy Needs To Work Hard Chapter 78 (truth behind fake DNA report) Jasmine started looking at the magnificent building of the hotel. The five-star hotel is named "Glimpses of Ancient Time.'' Two beautiful ladies came out of the hotel and asked Jasmine to walk inside. Jasmine placed her feet on the floor which was full of flowers. Jasmine had once heard about this wonderful hotel from Peter. Peter had asked her many times to come to this hotel. Jasmine also wanted to come to this hotel because the special thing about this hotel was that the entire hotel was booked by one person in a month. and no one else could enter the hotel except the person. So that person and their belove

I couldn't imagine what she was going through right now. The four of us had split up the work and Gwen was the one that found the hotel he had booked here. The hotel he was staying at was a beautiful resort near the beach. It was gated and cost thousands of dollars a month to stay there. I've only ever driven by it. I remember the lush vegetation that hid the buildings away from prying eyes. We wouldn't be able to get to him there. We would have to wait for him to come to us.

Yvonne Caruso was delighted when I remained silent. She scoffed at me. "It's good that you know to be afraid. A hillbilly like you has probably never seen such a luxurious hotel before. Do you think this hotel belongs to your family? "Just because you're a bimbo who got into the company doesn't mean you deserve a good room." She pointed at a huge dumpster not far away. "That's where you deserve to live. Don't say I didn't warn you, but someone is going to take that place if you're too late."

“Doesn't look much different than ours.” “How far is the hotel from here?” Artha asked me. “They said 10 minutes’ drive.” “I need a bed right now.” Dean said and then let out an exhausted yawn. “How many rooms did you book?” “Five.” I answered, as I gestured to a taxi. “Five?” Dean stopped me just for clarity. “He's being sarcastic.” Artha answered him. “You know... there's a really good night club close to the hotel.” I nudged him. “I checked online. It has good reviews.”

Just a printed map — no GPS, no phone number — and a slip of paper in her backpack with the name RIVER LOREN circled three times. The only hotel in town was a converted Victorian house with no working elevator and a front desk clerk who offered warm cookies and too many questions. “You in town for the literary thing?” she asked. “What literary thing?” “You know. That author. The one who wrote that book everyone was crying about five years ago. Whispers from the Middle Sentence or something like that.” She blinked. “River Loren?” “Yeah! That’s the one.” The clerk leaned in, lowering her voice. “You’re not the first person who came here hoping to meet them.”

It was when Sophia, Amira and Ryan arrived at the hotel premises and saw themselves again that they realized that they coincidentally booked the same hotel. “This is so ridiculous Ryan. Who knows that we are still going to meet here, it looks like fate installed something for us," Sophia said as she laughs. “Who knows that you will book this five star hotel. Well, I've always known you to have high taste," Ryan cuts in as he's also in all smiles. “What about you? What made you book this hotel? I know that you are not one of these rich kids that love living expensively and lavishly. You would have preferred a simple hotel."

"Well, maybe they know a way you can show her that without making a total idiot out of yourself." I don't wait for him to respond, getting out of the car and walking towards the house. I knock and an older man answers it. "We're not interested in buying any magazines." He says gruffly. "We're here for book club." I explain and Everett holds up his copy of the book as proof. The guy eyes us skeptically before turning back towards the inside of the house. "Jules! You got dudes in this group?" He yells. The next moment Julie rounds the corner, her head popping into the open doorway.

Desmond’s POV Pushing open the door, I gesture for her to go ahead of me. Even without seeing her face, I can sense the confusion. This place is too grand in scale to be a personal home. “Is this a hotel?” she asks. “Kind of.” I settle on, “Private members club.” “What kind of club?” “Shared interests.” She halts. “Please tell me this isn’t a sex club.” “No.” My eyes narrow. “Have you been to those?”

Jonathan booked a private hotel room at one of the most exclusive hotels in the city, The Ridgepole Hotel. It was not easy to book a room in this hotel since it needs membership. And there are a lot of criteria to be a member of this hotel. He was not the one who was a member of it but his father. Since it’s a special occasion for Director Jackson, he asks for his membership card to be able to book a room. As the time run so fast, it was already 8 in the evening. It’s the time he set for them to arrive. Jonathan has already arrived earlier than the rest of them. He ordered food and drinks for them.

Then, from the corner of my eye, I noticed a black book with the Lycan Hotel logo on a desk next to Ryle's picture. A rush of awful memories flooded my mind, memories of the night of the explicit photo, the beginning of my humiliation. That hotel was where it all started. Kendra saw me looking and whispered in my ear, her words filled with malice. “That hotel belongs to our pack... How was your stay there? Want to share a review?” I jerked back, shocked by her words. "How did you know I went there?" I asked, my voice shaking with anger and fear.