The Book Hotel Novels & Stories

He completely exploded with rage once we got off the plane and arrived at the hotel. "Are you telling me that this is the hotel you had booked? What kind of a lousy hotel is this? There isn't even a valet attendant in sight!" "The hotel does have several valet attendants. They're just parking other guests' cars right now." "Damn! This crappy room doesn't even pass off as a sea-view room! Let's check out and book another hotel!" "It's the peak tourist season now, so we're considered lucky to be able to book this hotel."

He told the driver, and he nodded at once. It wasn't even an hour when we arrived at the hotel. King Bodvar mentioned. It was the famous Renaissance Hotel on the island. I had seen this being featured in a magazine before. It was said to be one of the best hotels in the state. "Here we go!" Beta Jackson uttered. "Logan, 10 o'clock!" He then whispered. Both Queen Anicia and I glanced discreetly and saw a camera flashing on our side. "They are Bodvar's spies. Be careful. There are plenty of cameras in that hotel. Those are some of Bodvar's disgusting business!"

The soft groan of wood rang out in the quiet bookstore as Lena turned over the last sign on the door: **CLOSED**. Outside, the city drew a breath, illuminated by amber streetlights and the quiet rumble of passing cars. Within, the world held its breath. Warm. Intimate. Holy.

"We booked thirty private suites specifically for this athletic team three months ago!" I stood quietly near the back of the exhausted crowd, my stomach violently twisting with a deep, highly suspicious dread. A booking error at an elite, highly organized hotel located directly inside Victoria Ashford’s home territory felt exactly like a deliberate, highly calculated act of political sabotage designed specifically to inconvenience and disrespect the Southern Alpha heir.

I suggest as we have dessert in balcony sitting at swing. "What else? What would you want if it was your mansion?" He asks maybe out of curiosity. "I always had the hobby of having books wherever I go and read it whenever I wanted to and also I love swimming." I say as I look at him with shy smile. "Hmm… Books and water. I will think about something like that." He says as he kisses my cheeks. "So in which hotel is your booking?" He asks me suddenly. "Eden Gardens." I say. "So have you booked room or someone else?" He asks and I get suspicious.

Jennifer’s POV The receptionist looked suspicious that something was wrong between us. If usual, the guests will stand side by side to book a hotel room. Different things happened to us. Kelly kept standing behind me and she told me to book a hotel. “Excuse me, we would like to book a room with a double bed,” I said. The receptionist did not answer or process my requests right away. He tilted his head to the left and looked at Kelly. I hoped that the receptionist could help me, but I was afraid that he would get hurt.

A sign above the door read: ‘The Prism Society – A Book Community for All Identities.’ I blinked. “Kael…what is this place?” He looked at me then, and for a second his mouth curved into something softer than a smile. “You’ll see.” “Don't forget the purpose of our visit,” I said, my voice firm as I got out of the car. He didn't say anything, he just led me into the building. Inside, warmth wrapped around me immediately. Not just from the heating or the faint scent of coffee, but from the atmosphere.

Chapter 67 Our flight was short, and we arrived quickly. "Wow, it's beautiful!" Rhian exclaimed, looking out the car window. We arrived at a famous hotel in Europe. It was my brother's hotel, a gift to his wife. Sky's Hotel. "Welcome to Sky's Hotel. I hope you will have a happy first night here at the hotel." A woman said, bowing slightly to us. It was their way of showing respect to their hotel guests. "Thank you!" Rhian said.

"Indeed, I have. Sir, you must've been in a rush and missed it. Take another look around the hotel." Homer's eyes narrowed in disbelief. "Is this the Carvers' hotel? But their energy is chaotic!" "Are you saying this hotel is bad?" Someone, likely a blogger reviewing the hotel, was recording every question. Stroking his beard, he clarified, "Not at all. This hotel now has heavenly fortune. Blessings await those who stay with good intentions. Those lucky might even find a cure if they're sick or win the lottery." "Is it really that magical?" Aria chuckled, fiddling with the amethyst pendant.

I told my friend, just as his car pulled to a stop on the hotel grounds. "Wow! Dad, this hotel is lovely," Kevin said, getting out of the car. "Yeah," I agreed with my son as I got out of the car too. We stood at the front of the magnificent five-star hotel. It wasn't a skyscraper, but Edwin used the latest gadgets and gold to design the hotel. It felt heavenly and homely, like you are in a palace. However, as I glanced to my left, a woman dressed like a chef caught my attention with her red hair and also, white apron tied at her front.