The Book House Hotel Novels & Stories

said Christian as they walked down to a luxurious, ornate hotel, Casa SJ Venezia-Murano. As they entered, they received a grand welcome, but Skylar was bursting with curiosity to know why he booked two rooms this time.

Maybe, I was growing paranoid! I strolled around, a nice summer breeze was blowing, helping me relax. I decided to visit the rest of the hotel. This was the best hotel in Cape Town and I knew that I would never set foot in it in my life ever again. So, I began my tour. This was a five-star hotel with a rich aura around it. I started with the small gallery which showcased many priceless artefacts, then moved on to the various conference rooms and alike. There was an elite gym in which a few shirtless men were working out. They ignored me like everyone else in the world did – everyone else, except for Nathan perhaps. I brushed the thought of Nathan from my head and walked to the small library

Nice porch with a rocking chair and a hammock on it. But just inside I noticed her. Kamari. Her hair was tucked back behind an ear. Feet propped up on the arm of the couch whilst she aimlessly leafed through a book. The title was a dark choice but one I had read before. The Haunting of Hill House. A twisted book that made you catch your breath at every turn. Behind her was the kitchen. Her father was standing there, kneading from what I could see. Nolan had only mentioned her address once. When he thought she would come here or to the cafe. I never realized I knew it by heart.

We walked towards the house carrying our luggage, but being gentlemen's, GG and Xander carried our luggage giving us their duffel bags which are less in weight. We all stepped into the house which is very clean and tidy. Seeing this house, I can say it is well maintained though it's not in use. "There are four bedrooms in this house having balconies respectively for each one. The house is filled with other facilities like a well equipped kitchen, A lavish Hall, play room with a lot of games in it, A library presented with around 5000 books in it, of famous authors in this world", Mia said to all specifically to us with a smile,taking us to play room then to library, watching the way books pl

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.

I mentally made a note of it. I kept studying for awhile trying to keep my thoughts at bay and once I was done with it, it was only 7 am. I still had time to kill and he was sleeping soundly. I didn’t want to wake him up so I decided to take a look at the house and went through the rooms from the left of his bedroom. I found his study room, a gym, and two guest bedrooms. This place was so fucking huge and I loved the style of it. I looked neat and clean. As I was admiring the house, I came across a huge room and entered. My jaw dropped to the floor looking at the bookshelf in front of me. My eyes gleamed with joy and I went to scan the room. It looked cozy and I could see myself curled up in

“It’s just through here.” Swinging open the door, Kate stepped aside, allowing Georgia to slowly shuffle into the spare bedroom. Red, swollen eyes drifted around the room, taking in the fluffy, black comforter thrown atop the twin bed, the antique lamp inherited from Kate’s grandmother centered on the mahogany nightstand and the small, hexagonal mirrors positioned above the gray headboard. Chewing her lower lip, Georgia stepped toward the neatly-organized bookshelf nestled in the corner, a pink acrylic nail brushing along the spine of one of the books. “The Haunting of Hill House,” she mumbled, nodding her head in approval. “Like the show?”

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.

~CAMILLE~ When I returned to the room, my eyes caught a book on the stool beside the bed. It was the one I had been reading yesterday before the heat—A Wolf Before Title. He must have taken it with him yesterday, since I was clinging to it before he arrived. That was thoughtful of him. Since I had nowhere to go today, I decided to read until the day ended. Picking up the book, I settled onto the bed, lying on my side, and opened to the next page. I hadn’t even finished the first paragraph when a thud came at the door.

"Bellevue Hotel. How may I assist you today?" "Good morning." "This is August Thorne." "My company booked rooms at your hotel about three months ago." "I'd like to confirm something." "Certainly, sir." I heard the rapid clicking of a keyboard. A few seconds later she spoke again. "Yes, Mr. Thorne. I found your booking and stay details, I hope you enjoyed your time here." "Were all the charges billed to Thorne Automotive Group?" "Yes, sir." "How many rooms were booked?" Another pause.