The Book Hotel 소설 & 이야기

Kingston’s POV This place was a hotel in disguise. It was hard to believe that there was a hotel without security, but the first point of contact was the receptionist. While we were trying to follow Rena’s dot, she stopped us with a smile. “Welcome to Numb Hotel. How can we be of service to you?” I frowned, and turned towards her, improvising, “We need a room.” She mentioned the price, and I could hardly believe how cheap this hotel was. It might have been the reason they lacked security and safety.

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.

The Howlers, in response to Araya’s ridicule, released a newspaper cut detailing their exclusive interview of Martha Everdeen, the front desk of the infamous hotel in Time Square, Casablanca—which, to Araya’s outrageous disbelief, also became a best-seller. “Last year was a dark time for the hotel, I tell you,” Martha began. “We were under pressure because very important clients had booked in the hotel and, according to the manager, we may or may not have the greatest deal of our career, so it is rather crucial for us to satisfy them as best we can.”

he said. I returned to the hotel, where I gathered my few belongings. Then, picking up Mac's cage, I spared a small glance around the room. In a way, I felt I was betraying the dingy hotel room, for it had provided me shelter when I'd needed it. But the thought of the apartment above the bookstore, washed away the sentimentality. Thankfully the bookstore wasn't far from the hotel, and it didn't take me long to reach it. Lila looked up from the counter as I entered the bookstore again, a smile on her lips. "I see you got the place."

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."

Episode 20 – Room 219 The key to Room 219 felt heavy in my hand, a cold, ornate brass thing that seemed to hold more promise than any electronic keycard ever could. The hotel was old-world elegance, all dark wood, hushed corridors, and the faint scent of polish and secrets. I'd booked it on a whim, a desperate lunge against the crushing monotony of my life. A weekend alone. No names. No strings. Just me, a stack of unread books, and the silence.

Moonfall Hotel was renowned for its exquisite and high-end offerings. It was the kind of establishment known only to a select few. Currently, the entire hotel was booked out, with no outsiders allowed entry. The only way in was through an invitation, each one worth a considerable sum on its own. Inside the hotel, a considerable number of people had already gathered, forming small groups and engaging in casual conversations. A closer look would reveal that none of these individuals were ordinary—each was either a prominent heir or someone of considerable prowess.

“She died two years ago in an attack. That is when I started working for the council, to get out of my pack, Damian’s pack.” “And the full circle.” I said. We had pulled up to a hotel. “Why a hotel?” “Not just any hotel, the hotel that Jonathan will be staying at tomorrow.” The hotel was massive. I looked more like an office building than a hotel but the numerous greeters with bell carts confirmed it was indeed a hotel. The beige stucco siding made the building look plain but there was marbling on the canopy and columns that helped out the curb appeal. A large chandelier hung from the canopy that swayed gently in the wind.

Delis said as he gets up from his seat" And then both of them walk away and head straight to the hotel. ★At The Hotel★ When they get to the hotel, Delis discovered that the hostel is not that far from their house. It is something that he can use leg to trek If he wants. He also discovered that the hotel is not that big, it was just a roadside hotel. But actually a classic roadside hotel, it wasn't that too local. It is a classic hotel because it has its own building. So Delis looked at the top of the building and the name of the hotel was written there. "Mrs. Jen Hotel" Delis read the name aloud and the way Liam would hear him. "Yes, that's the name of the hotel, let's go in please" Liam req

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.