The Book Hotel 소설 & 이야기

"What happened?" "I found the administration office." "And?" Liam held up a thick leather book. "I found this locked inside a cabinet." The three of them moved into a nearby lounge and placed the book on a coffee table. Dust coated the cover. The words MIDNIGHT HOTEL STAFF LOG were embossed in faded gold lettering. Liam opened it carefully. The first several pages contained routine notes about maintenance, reservations, and supplies then the entries changed. The handwriting belonged to the same person throughout.

Kyle responded lazily, still smirking. Lysia grabbed the phone from the nightstand and pressed "1" to connect to the reception desk. "Hello, this is room 1101. I’d like to book an additional room, please." [Good evening, ma’am. Unfortunately, our hotel is fully booked at the moment.] A polite male receptionist responded from the other end. Lysia frowned. "That’s impossible. I just saw a tour group checking out half an hour ago. How could the rooms be gone so fast?"

And then her eyes landed on the name of the hotel. She blinked. “Wait.....” Sophie leaned in immediately. “Wait, what? What is it? Where are you going?” Maya tilted the screen a little toward her friend. “It’s... a five-star hotel,” she said, still trying to process it herself. “Really big. Really expensive. Like... the kind you only see in movies.” Sophie’s jaw dropped. “No way. Which one?” “Something like... The Bellevue Grand. Yeah, that’s it,” Maya said. “And it’s in Chicago.”

“If they say anything to upset you tomorrow night, I’ll step in the middle of it. It’s not going to be like last time.” I thought about the last time and how Aiden’s father put me on the spot. I also thought about how Aiden’s mother stood up for me, which was very strange, to say the least. I really hope that nothing like that will happen again. I really didn’t need another scene for the media to eat up. I’m not cut out for this type of life, but for Aiden, It’s all worth it. Once we get to the hotel, my mouth falls open. I don’t think I’ve ever stayed at a hotel quite this big before. It was so beautiful and right in the heart of the Capital. It doesn’t look like a hotel at all, it’s a reso

"What is taking them so long?' she asked furiously and was about to call her contact when a notification popped up on her screen with a title which read; 'All about Paradise Hotel'. She quickly tapped on it to read more even though she already knew the content. She smiled ear to ear as she started reading the details and the smile gradually vanished from her face. Paradise Hotel is only four months old but appears to be doing much better than some of the existing hotels. I am sure everyone is very curious about how the Hotel is doing so well. Well, I believe a hotel which has the best of everything is bound to attract more people. Their food is exceptional and they have a perfect system for

I asked with a commanding voice, turned, and looked outside the morning sky from my balcony door! “Yes, Sir it is all ready!” “For how many days will it be? The hotel?” “It will be for three days and St. Andrews Hospital is on the list sir. I have booked a hotel, 2 separate rooms at Sheraton Grand Atasehir…” "No no no! Don’t separate the rooms. Book one room. Make it a penthouse. The bigger, the better!” I instructed with a smile stretching on my face! “Okay, sir right on it!” I removed the phone from my ear and hung up, then gave out a well knowing smirk. I looked down at it again and punched a few numbers and then dialed them. The receiver answered on the third ring!

Chapter 13: The Safe House The hotel was called The Morrison. Not a chain. Not fancy. Just a brick building wedged between a laundromat and a pawn shop, with a neon sign that flickered like it was dying. The kind of place you drove past without noticing. The kind of place where no one asked questions. Lucien paid cash. Three nights. Two rooms. No names. The clerk—a woman with tired eyes and a gold tooth—didn't even look at us. Just slid the keys across the counter and went back to her crossword puzzle.

Elysia’s eyes fluttered open to the insistent buzz of her phone alarm. For a moment, she didn’t know where she was; the ceiling above her was smooth and pale, not the faint cream color of her bedroom back home. The sheets around her were tucked too neatly, the pillows stacked with a precision she was never conscious of back at home. Then it was at that point it hit her: the hotel. Italy. The first day of her book tour. She rolled over and silenced the alarm, exhaling softly as the room fell into quiet again. Funny, she thought, how hotels always carried a subtle sense of impersonality, but this one?

She believes things will turn for the better some day. “Grandville!” She called the name of the hotel, her eyes scanning every single detail. She stared at the package in her hand and back at the gigantic hotel glaring back at her. The hotel had a famous Iconic structure that appeared tremendously deserving of being the biggest and largest hotel in Houston. Only the rich could afford to book a room in such a hotel and she wondered who it was that placed an order for a food delivery. "Room 909," Amanda muttered as she looked at the card in her hand and the placard which contained the room number on the wall. The air around her seems to thicken, her breath shallower with a faint sheen of sweat

"Why did Blake suddenly come to this hotel? And why did he book a boutique box?" If Joe didn't next to him, then he didn't come for customers... Seeing the hotel manager leave the private room, she walked over. After receiving Blake's orders, the hotel manager was about to go to the kitchen and give them some instructions when he saw a figure in front of him. Seeing Miss Chang, he smiled and said, "Miss Chang, what's the matter?" This hotel was very famous in North City. It had hot springs, physical fitness, and beauty care. Ladies often came here, and almost all the staff in the hotel could recognize them.