The Book Hotel Novels & Stories

For a moment, she blinks, and then immediately plasters a smile on her face before standing up. “Hello, welcome to the Daisy Days motel. My name is Debbie! What can I do for you fine gentlemen tonight?” she asks, and I feel a sense of relief. Debbie seems normal enough. Maybe this place didn't have any murderers after all. “Hi, we'd like to book a room for the night, please,” I say. “Yes, yes, of course, right away!” Debbie bustles around the cupboards until she pulls out a thick book and slams it on the table. The book is quite dusty as if it's been sitting in a corner for a long time.

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.”

Renee then told her, "Please help me book a room at Bodhi Hotel after this, and then deliver it to my friend." It was the hotel which she and Alison had been surveying, and also where Kayla was caught in that drug-fueled orgy. Business had already been declining before Kayla was arrested, and it only got worse after. That allowed Renee to acquire the hotel for cheap, so having a permanent room as the owner was not an issue. "Alright, I'll go right away once I'm done." Freya nodded as she ate. Renee slowly munched on her food while pulling out a note from her handbag. "Just contact this person and give them the card."

said Christian as they walked down to a luxurious, ornate hotel, Casa SJ Venezia-Murano. As they entered, they received a grand welcome, but Skylar was bursting with curiosity to know why he booked two rooms this time.

Mila and Ella was caught up with gazing at the Lila's figure. The Gulf Hotel was quite possibly of the best confidential Hotel in B city. Each dish served was praiseworthy, and the spot just acknowledged the most high-profile in B city. Reservations likewise must be made no less than one month ahead of time. Kelvin had figured out how to book a table yesterday utilizing his connection.

Of course, I could give my real name but the place was a bit dilapidated, and based on the photos it didn’t have many frequent visitors. It seemed to be the perfect place for now. For the next time, I will make special arrangements. But for now, this would have to do. I called the reception and heard a dry voice, “Hotel Desire” “Room for two for today-Michael Kore” I supplied and he keyed in a few words as I heard him bang his fingers on the pc in front of himself. “Room no.101 has been booked for you, Sir” “Thank you,” I said and I was going to disconnect when he asked,

Manuel turned to me to announce. "Madam, we have just arrived at the Auckland City Hotel. You are welcome to New Zealand once again." I nodded in appreciation, looking at the building, which was a five-star sanctuary located in the heart of the city’s business district. It should be nothing less than a hundred rooms. I thanked him and got out; he got out too and assisted me with the luggage I had locked inside the boots. We proceeded to the reception area of the building together. "Hi, I’m Miss Sophie Mack, and a staff member of Harrington Group Inc., kindly confirm if room number 35 has already been booked against that name,” I said when we got there.

Liam pulled the car door open and stressed out his hand to me. “I can't Liam,” I muttered gazing up at the enormous building in front of me with the inscription. “T & L Hotels.” Even though Liam and I have gone on tons of dates, he never took me to a hotel. This was a first. The truth was that I've never stepped foot into a hotel after the Lucas incident. I had a silent trauma for hotels which I never realized until this moment. Liam seemed to have figured it out months ago, as he built a hotel in mine and his name, which was the hotel in front of us at the moment.

This uncertainty weighs on me, making me question my next move. I didn't need to call and book a room, because the top floor will always be mine. Technically, the pack owns the hotel and not me, and it's a good source of income for them. I couldn't tell her all of that, though. The hotel employees know that humans are the most common visitors and that they shouldn't act weird. Well, they are supposed to know that anyway. When I arrived, I made sure to put the order out not to speak of me being here and a gag order on anything about Justice. The last thing I need is word getting out that not only am I back, but back with a human female.

He needs to preserve who he is – a story – something that will always be remembered, something that someone rarely forgets. Next to the hotel where he spent the nights with Daniel multiple times is a mall. Inside it, of course, were bookstores. He goes inside and heads towards the nearest available ‘Booksale’ boutique and scans among the wide array of pre-loved books which are still good for any collection. He bumps into a girl holding an orange paperback novel seemingly invested in its plot, ‘The Darkest Minds’ the book cover reads. “Hey,” he tapped the girl’s shoulder. “Hmm?” the girl looks in his direction, she has a short hair, rounded face, and a cheeky smile.