The Book Hotel Novels & Stories

Ryan asked them. "Sir, I don't know them. We just got a call from a private number. They ordered drugs for the party. When they tell the hotel's name we refused but they offered me a big amount so I agreed. Please believe me. I don't anything then this" One of them said. "For the party?" Ryan muttered and looked at his manager. "Who booked this hotel for the party?" Ryan asked his manager. "Jack Anderson sir. His PA came to book it" The manager said then it hit Ryan's head.

I nodded and asked again. "Umm.. actually there is no hotel named Angelina." She sighed as my eyes went wide at her reply. What?! How could a ridiculously big, luxurious, expensive hotel suddenly vanish from the city?! "Ah, m-maybe you're mistaken. There is a big e-expensive and luxurious hotel named 'Hotel Angelina' and the whole hotel is s-surrounded by dozens of robots like guards. A-And the owner of the hotel is very scary." I stuttered and waited for her answer.

Sophia's POV The ride to the hotel we were supposed to spend our first night in was extremely quiet, not just quiet but the kind of quietness that is louder than any banshee scream. The air between us was electric. Ethan kept his head glued to the window all through. The car finally came to a halt at the front of the almighty Blackwood Hotel and Suites. The hotel was like a paradise on earth—with tall illuminated black buildings here and there, we were led to the VIP resort and my jaw dropped.

Looking back from that very first time I saw her, I have to say that I've got a strong feeling that we have a connection. Although she was young back then, while I'm a teen wolf without a mate and is troubled by the relationship I have with my father. That did not hinder my emotions from slowly building. Hotel Blanca is written on the front side of the white building which is consisted of fifty floors that stands in the heart of the City. The wide name with glittering lights all over, attracts the people into its fancy decorated wide entrance hall. "Good evening, do you have a reservation sir?" The smiling face of the hotel receptionist puts me back to reality. We were already standing at th

*****Nikita POV***** The Booi’s famous all black, exquisite, twenty-five floors skyscraper hotel, stand out in the whole block. Rumours are the three years old hotel offers the best service in the country and had every possible activity you can think of. This has made it one of the best local and tourists attraction sites in the country.

He nodded again and started to drive along. About forty five minutes later, he stopped at a huge hotel. He glanced backwards at her, announcing that they were there already. She thanked him, paid and climbed out of the car with her luggage. Dragging both herself and the luggage, she walked into the hotel and headed straight for the receptionist. "Good evening, madam," The lady greeted. "Welcome to Fleuria's Hotel," she said. "How may I help you?" "I would like to book a room please," Malvika said, resisting the urge to yawn out loud.

A few minutes later, I finally arrived at the North Compass Hotel and I entered their out-of-this-world lobby, decorated with distant planets and milky ways lining up on the walls and on the floor. It was a fascinating hotel—one of a kind! I lowered myself on the couch and browsed my phone. I sent a message to my brother Alex, informing him that I'm inside the hotel waiting for him in the lobby. He replied, saying that he would join me after the meeting with his client was over. Tired of browsing my phone, I picked up a lifestyle magazine and began flipping through the pages, looking for an interesting article to read.

"If that's all right. Nothing elaborate. Just your name. So the book knows where it comes from." Dante looked at the Roman afternoon light on the wall of the hotel room. "Yes," he said. "That's all right." "Good," Elian said, and picked up his book. Dante went back to the essay collection. The Roman afternoon continued its slow gold work, and outside the window the city was being its two-thousand-year-old patient self, and the hotel room was warm and quiet and entirely enough.

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.

“Yes, but Rufus wants me to get something from the manager of the hotel first” She believed my fluent lie, and I drove into the hotel before parking the car. The security men around greeted me as I came down from the car. The hotel actually belongs to Rufus, it's the biggest and most popular hotel in New York. Well, don't expect less from a freaking billionaire! “This might take a while, so can you come along with me?” I asked Bella and she was quick to agree. We made our way into the hotel and walked over to the hall when the entire dark place lit up immediately,