The Book House Hotel Novels & Stories

"You did indeed! Now - " "Flynn!" Pru's shout echoed from the hallway. He was half out of the family room, Ari on his heels, before he registered the tone as excitement rather than alarm. "What?" She raced out of the office, eyes wide. "The whole house. They've booked the whole house." "What?" Pru took his hands and danced him in a circle. "I just got a booking for every remaining room in the house for this weekend!" "You mean we're full up?" Ari asked.

Maybe it's just a small thing but his temperance can't take it. Theo brought them in the Hotel that named in their Family. The name Mandirigma was really emphasized at the top of the building and they didn't have the chance to see what the Hotel looked from the outside because it's already raining cats and dogs. As they headed at the parking lot, they encounter the stuffs of the Hotel who been waiting for their arrival. "Let my stuffs carry your things," Theo said to them. "No thanks. We can carry this," Basil refused.

She couldn’t even remember the last time they’d been to The House. The House was a place where people could indulge in any hedonistic fantasy. No judgment. No condemnation. Damon Roche, a very wealthy businessman, owned The House and he was very discerning when it came to membership. Hell, for all Karla knew their membership had expired or they’d been taken off the guest list since they hadn’t been in two years.

He was so immersed in reading the book and he didn’t know when he fell asleep. He took his phone on the bed side table and saw a message from Almothean asking him for a dinner. Blaine also felt hungry so he get off the bed and change his clothes before leaving in his room. Almothean said that he is in the kitchen so Blaine made his way there. It is dark again as usual so he decided to turn on his flashlight when he notice something odd at the wall.

She asked, obviously trying to shift the conversation. “Well I was searching for you. I got lost and I stumbled upon the mansion's library.” I replied. “It must have been stressful.” “It was, but luckily someone directed me to your room. I also found a book in the library.” “What book?” “Midnight Howls by Orin Darkhowl.” I replied. “Let me guess, you need me to get the book out of the library for you. So that you can read it each time you come to my room.”

Considering this was where we would be staying for the rest of the week, it'd be nice to know where to run if a serial killer was on the loose. This hotel wasn't like anything I'd ever seen. Instead of there being a pool inside, there was a whole separate pool house with an indoor pool that somehow also turned into an outdoor. There were woods behind the hotel, a large mass of trees and greens, with a small wooden bridge that led over the creek to the hole in the treeline, most likely the path in the woods. The hotel was large, too. I looked at the sign on top of the large overhang, which read:

Ellen stated this with a grin as she closed her mother's door behind her. Ellen felt better from sitting with her mom than she had felt from the walk she had taken. "I should focus on Felix from here onward," Ellen murmured as she got ready for bed. ********* Leo walked down the hall and watched a guide lead a group of guests through the hotel. "Right here is a picture of the first building of the Haven Hotel," the guide informed the group of guests, who were amazed by the picture before them. The guide went further by giving a brief story behind the picture.

The title page reads The Travors Bloodline. Could it be? Is this book about Maxwell’s bloodline…my bloodline? Does a thing such as this even exist? I shove the book in my purse along with the key card, intending to read every last word in it as well as returning to this room to snoop some more. Sneaking down the halls of the hotel and peeking around every corner before I turn them is one of the hardest things I’ve done. My heart races with fear as thoughts of being caught fill my mind.

In the next minutes, she had arrived at the hotel and asked for the masters suite, her parents had left her to manage the hotel while they where away in france which she gladly did except for the past few days when she was all worked up about Steven, When she got to the masters suite, she sat comfortably at the balcony watching the people coming in, oddly enough, there was none, It was like her usually busy Hotel wasn't so busy anymore as she couldn't see any person, she got her phone and called the manager "Why are there no people here" she asked her eyes still at the front gate "Someone booked the entire hotel Miss" the manager informed her "What?" She asked surprised "Yes and it is at a v

There are eight bedrooms upstairs, each with its own en suite bathroom, and a long hallway lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves like we’re in some luxury hunting retreat curated by a man who reads Thoreau and only drinks whiskey neat. The place smells like cedar and heat. It’s warm, rustic, and somehow intimate without trying to be. And I’m the only woman here. It hits me hard as I drop my duffel in the guest room at the end of the hall. I close the door, lean against it, and take a long breath. What the hell am I doing?