The Book House Hotel Novels & Stories

Opening the doors of the library she met Janeka and Freya, they glanced at her. “Where did you get that book from?” Freya asked, her gaze meeting the unfamiliar book she was holding in her hands. The book had a thick black leather cover with a golden seal on its top. Earnestine tightened her grip on it when she noticed footsteps approaching. She turned and met Sabrina walking in. “The car is good as new.” She told them, but soon she noticed the awkward look on their faces, walking closer to Janeka, Sabrina glared at Earnestine urging her to speak up.

He had signed it to make the book owner a lucky person. He squeezed it among the other books in his library, and moved a few steps back to get a good view of it. The first shelf read: Joe Robert; Ghost House, Witches Lair, Lockwood, The Boy Who Saw Ghosts, Acherons Corpse and Duckhead. He seemed satisfied as his face-beamed with smiles, but was cut short when he noticed that the torn book had made his library ugly. He swore under his breath, picked up his mobile and dialed his secretary's number, which rang twice before he picked up.

The dark hallway beyond was empty, but the air was heavy with an unnatural chill. Sophia’s grip on Luca tightened, her motherly instincts screaming at her to run. But where? They were trapped in this house, surrounded by secrets they couldn’t begin to understand. And now, it seemed as though the house knew them—intimately. Ethan took a step toward the door, but before he could move any further, the pages of the book began to turn violently again, faster and faster, until they stopped on a blank page. A single word appeared, written in bold, black ink:

Clearly, she did not expect to have guests at this moment. She placed the book down and gave a comforting smile. “Hi, what kind of book do you want to buy?” Arabella only wanted to explore the book house and could not think of a book that she needed to buy. She said in a soft and gentle voice, “I will just take a look.” The lady boss nodded and left her alone. She sat down and continued reading her book while taking small sips of her coffee from time to time. Arabella scanned the interior of the book house. Although it was small, it still contained the essentials. The design was elegant yet peaceful, and there were all kinds of books orderly arranged on the bookshelves, which make it very ea

Liam pulled the car door open and stressed out his hand to me. “I can't Liam,” I muttered gazing up at the enormous building in front of me with the inscription. “T & L Hotels.” Even though Liam and I have gone on tons of dates, he never took me to a hotel. This was a first. The truth was that I've never stepped foot into a hotel after the Lucas incident. I had a silent trauma for hotels which I never realized until this moment. Liam seemed to have figured it out months ago, as he built a hotel in mine and his name, which was the hotel in front of us at the moment.

"Going somewhere darling. Be safe. Go to the woods and go to the small hotel we usually go to years ago. Show this to the receptionist. We love you hun. Mom. )÷% &÷= £! ■ 19114451819" Yup. This is it. I never knew why we always went to this old cabin or 'hotel' as they say. It's just a one-story house with 3 hotel rooms. And let me tell you, those "hotel rooms" are smaller than my bathroom. Okay, maybe a little bit bigger. I entered the cabin, I mean, hotel carefully. Every step I took creates a loud creek, which made me think that this floor could and would give up any second now.

His hair was short with a little curl in it. "You got my book yet?" He asked very eagerly. His book order was late for the third time. But finally, it arrived. "Actually yes it is. It came in this morning. Let me go grab it." I walked to the storage room that I had them build in while I was renovating the place. Once I grabbed his book called The Host. I walked back in to see him aiming a gun at me. The book dropped out of my hands and I slowly put my hands up in the air.

Before I could reply, the driver began coughing violently, clearly trying to stifle his laughter. I glared at Lucian. “In your dreams.” “In my dreams, you’re doing more than just lying on my bed. Want to know the details?” His smirk was maddening. I groaned, rolling my eyes. “Why can’t you ever answer a simple question with a simple answer?” “Because simple is boring.” He replied smoothly. “And yes, I booked us individual rooms.” When the car pulled up in front of a grand hotel, my jaw almost dropped. The place was massive, with a large sign that read Gran Sol Resort.

A bell jingles when I walk into a book store called “Jinx’s Magic Shop” and my nose is immediately assaulted by the smell of stale books mixed in with a lemon-scented air freshener. Moving away when someone tries to exit the store, I look around and admire the place. It looks pretty causal, with lines of shelves surrounding every corner of the left side of the room and comfortable sofas on the other. The crowd in the store is pretty small, with only a few settled down as they quietly read, and situated in the middle is a large desk occupied by a young brunette with glasses. There’s a computer on the desk and its surrounded by a lot of books heaped upon one another, she raises her head and sm

Greta and Gabby made their way to Page Turner’s Bookstore just down the street from the Blue Moon Inn. Once inside the warmth of the large shop, Greta was surprised to see a bright modern shop, which included not only a metaphysical section, but my children’s section, too. With soft upbeat music playing in the background, it didn’t take long to find the shopkeeper chatting away to a rather wild looking dog by a fireplace.