The Book House Hotel Novels & Stories

“Liam and Adrian, check the bathroom and see if the water still works. Ava and I will search for a fire extinguisher.” The four of them scattered across the suite immediately. Winona opened cabinet after cabinet while smoke thickened around them. “Who designs a luxury hotel without visible safety equipment?” “Rich people love suffering aesthetically,” Ava coughed while searching near the wardrobe. “I loathe this place so much.” A loud crack echoed nearby as another section of the bookshelf caught fire. The countdown reached: 03:41 Then Ava suddenly froze. “Wait.” Winona turned immediately. “What?” “I think I found it.”

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."

Yvonne Caruso was delighted when I remained silent. She scoffed at me. "It's good that you know to be afraid. A hillbilly like you has probably never seen such a luxurious hotel before. Do you think this hotel belongs to your family? "Just because you're a bimbo who got into the company doesn't mean you deserve a good room." She pointed at a huge dumpster not far away. "That's where you deserve to live. Don't say I didn't warn you, but someone is going to take that place if you're too late."

We all walked inside and entered the living room together, it was extremely large, clean, my eyes shifted to the same white pale walls that I’ve always come to known since I been a child growing up in this house – it Has never changed over the years and no matter how many times I’ve been in this house – it was the same damn reaction, Same thought that screamed in the back of my mind - welcome to your new prison. – no doubt Gary must have wanted his members on pack duties to make them feel at home – A safe place they can call their own. Even when they faced the notion they wouldn’t survive outside their old pack – but For the ones who clung onto some kind hope no matter how small it was – it

“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.

Axel’s voice called out, this time sounding further away, just as I pressed the key card against the keypad. When the door clicked, I shoved it open. Stepping into the hotel room, I walked through the small hall to the living room. Axel was sitting on the couch with a book in his hands. I almost thought I had been mistaken by what I heard until I noticed the book. “Do you often read a book upside down?” My brows lifted as I stopped in the middle of the room.

“Honey I’ve to show seriousness by booking into the hotel, in case the foreigners are not convinced…” Both girls laughed, as the first girl whose name was Naomi, stopped swinging, went beside her sister and began to push her. My invisible double was heading for the main house when he suddenly stopped at the balcony. “What’s even in that small hotel?” Naomi asked in between a suppressed yawn. “Hotel Presidential is far bigger than that hotel. What’s the name even?” “Bougainvillea Hotel…” Her sister Linnie chipped in. “Mummy said Bougainvillea Hotel.”

Thinking I would have at least a couple of days down time I agreed to a game of cards promising myself that I would spend all day tomorrow with my family. “Wicked.” Porter winked and I had a sudden moment of fear when I hoped this wasn't going to be strip poker before realising that that was unlikely given that I was the only woman. I shook my head and followed the guys up to the forth landing and into a larger, double sized cell that belonged to one of the guys with a wide bed a table and four chairs and more decorative items than I had seen in any other cell, it actually felt homey. “Who's room is this?” I asked following Jake and taking a seat beside him on the bed while I glanced around

We rode down the main street while Emily stared around her like a child visiting the fair for the first time. “Look—a restaurant!” she exclaimed. There was something wistful in her voice. “Oh! And there’s a mercantile and a milliner’s shop!” She pointed excitedly. “And look at the hotel! Is that where we’re staying?” “It’s the only one in the pack,” I said dryly. The hotel stood two stories tall, its whitewashed walls bright under the sun. Three large archways opened into a shaded inner courtyard and garden. Emily’s excitement didn’t surprise me.

“You’re going to love my house then.” “Oh yeah? Why?” I twisted toward him again, like I did when he told me the story about Gabriel’s parents and the creation of a single pack. It was so exciting to think that I was going to be a part of this amazing group of wolves. I wanted to know everything. “Elara is a collector of books. We have a sixteen-room house for only the two of us. Thirteen of those sixteen rooms are filled with books. The other three, have books but are not considered “filled”.” He took his hands off the wheel and did air quotes around the word filled.