The Book House Hotel Novels & Stories

“Where are you now? At least tell me you're at the hotel.” “I am.” I huffed. “Tell me it's our usual room?” “No.” Henry's response was shocking. “I booked us something better. Room 52. Its the hotels newest upgrade and I wanted us to be the first to test it out.” “And you couldn't say that before I got out of the elevator?” I hissed. “You're annoying.” “That's why I was calling.” Henry let out again. “But you kept on ignoring me….” “Whatever.” I cut him off. “ I'm coming.”

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.

Just a printed map — no GPS, no phone number — and a slip of paper in her backpack with the name RIVER LOREN circled three times. The only hotel in town was a converted Victorian house with no working elevator and a front desk clerk who offered warm cookies and too many questions. “You in town for the literary thing?” she asked. “What literary thing?” “You know. That author. The one who wrote that book everyone was crying about five years ago. Whispers from the Middle Sentence or something like that.” She blinked. “River Loren?” “Yeah! That’s the one.” The clerk leaned in, lowering her voice. “You’re not the first person who came here hoping to meet them.”

Naomi asked in surprise and side-eyed Logan as she muttered, "What nice hotel could he book? It’d be unacceptable to stay somewhere lousy when we have finally visited Ridgeview!" "Mom, maybe Logan has booked a nice hotel." Ruby coaxed her mother loudly on purpose. This way, she could criticize Logan harshly when they saw the hotel he booked later. Ruby then glanced at Logan with a smile. "Logan, which hotel did you book?" "Ametrine Guest House," Logan replied flatly. He really did not want to have another word with this family anymore. If he had not promised to book them a hotel yesterday, he would have just left them and gone off with Etiennette and Paula.

“Yeah, I did. I know how sore you are. So take your time there. You want to read books?” She nodded. “You have books of Stephen King?” “I guess? Is he the writer of Salem's Lot? I think we have it the bookshelf,” he replied. “You have bookshelves in this hotel?” Her eyes widened. He smiled and patted her head. “Yes, we do have bookshelves in every hotel room.” Her lips parted. “What's with you?” His forehead creased. “What do you mean?” “You're kind.” She moved her leg and she's thankful it worked, though her core was painful, she can handle the pain now. “I mean, you're rude before but you suddenly changed after last night. What's with you?”

I'd shove all of my crap down as far as I could and smother it with chocolate. The house was quiet when I went downstairs. I felt Mom and Dad in the basement, but both my cat and the big black Fey dog were missing. Maybe they'd gone to spy on the Dumonts. I knew the hotel they were talking about. It was some kind of restored old house, elegant looking, usually full of tourists in the summer. I had no doubt they'd used magic to clear the way for themselves, after hearing Andre's opinion of normals and seeing first hand what the brothers were up to. I'd never had reason to go up to the place, a darkly creepy manor house overlooking the valley, but it seemed I did now.

The hotel where she'd booked a room was only a block walk, so she headed that way. Old world lampposts, cobblestone streets, period piece signsit was a cute town thus far. Mature oak and maple trees lined the sidewalks, and everywhere she looked there was a smiling face or a landmark notice of what and where things were. Meath Hotel was larger than she'd expected and could easily compare to a Vegas one with twenty-five hundred rooms. But then again, besides a quaint inn, it was the only hotel on the island. Apparently, it also served as a storm shelter, as the front desk indicated. Unlike chain hotels, this lobby had settees, bookshelves, and old photographs. Very nice.

"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.

She yelled, forcing me to leave, "That's what they always told me last time! They claim they are all boys but it was with a woman after all. So don't deceive me. Get out!" I even heard her say, even though I was far away, "Boys are all the same!" Due to my thirst, I also bought water. I noticed a signboard as soon as I turned into a street. At the bottom, it has its contact information and the words "House for Rent." I read the signboard next to it while covering my mouth and giving it another glance. Are you certain that this property's only value is this? It is a family-friendly size, being merely medium-sized. It still has a brand-new appearance and has never been occupied. When someone s

"Finally home!" Cela said to herself as soon as she stepped inside her apartment. It's still bare but already messy. Papers are everywhere and trash cans are full of empty soda bottles, instant noodle bowls, and take out containers. The evidence of working almost non-stop prior to the release of the second book are still inside the house. She couldn't even find time to take them out.