The Book House Hotel Novels & Stories

She believes things will turn for the better some day. “Grandville!” She called the name of the hotel, her eyes scanning every single detail. She stared at the package in her hand and back at the gigantic hotel glaring back at her. The hotel had a famous Iconic structure that appeared tremendously deserving of being the biggest and largest hotel in Houston. Only the rich could afford to book a room in such a hotel and she wondered who it was that placed an order for a food delivery. "Room 909," Amanda muttered as she looked at the card in her hand and the placard which contained the room number on the wall. The air around her seems to thicken, her breath shallower with a faint sheen of sweat

When she regained consciousness, an elegant hand opened the door and put it right in front of her. Anne immediately looked up at that hand, gave a lovely smile, and then reached out and took his cold hand, which was a little rough but very charming. As soon as she got out of the car, her eyes were met with a huge building. It must have had more than 10,000 rooms in it. This is a hotel owned by the Stone family, "one of the most famous hotels in the world." Anne remembers that she did not know about this place in her previous life. Originally, after he forced her, in the night, she took the car back and left the trip midway, so she didn't notice that there was a giant building here. This

Looking back from that very first time I saw her, I have to say that I've got a strong feeling that we have a connection. Although she was young back then, while I'm a teen wolf without a mate and is troubled by the relationship I have with my father. That did not hinder my emotions from slowly building. Hotel Blanca is written on the front side of the white building which is consisted of fifty floors that stands in the heart of the City. The wide name with glittering lights all over, attracts the people into its fancy decorated wide entrance hall. "Good evening, do you have a reservation sir?" The smiling face of the hotel receptionist puts me back to reality. We were already standing at th

I wanted to be sane the moment I saw him again. “This project will be the biggest we will have this year because Beach House is a huge chain of luxury hotels by the sea. They have been ranked the number 1 for five consecutive years when it comes to design, accommodation, food and location. The tourists—foreigners and natives—have been choosing the Beach house as their hotel of choice during the summer.” Mr. Pines, the head of the engineering department stated.

He quickly slipped back into his seat and floored the accelerator, speeding off to his next passenger. I strained my neck upwards to gain a full view of the hotel building and gazed at the fine level of detail. Each brick was perfectly placed and identical going all the way up. The large windows of each hotel room shimmered in the afternoon sunshine and in between each window, were the massive letters engraved in gold and silver: ‘The Benjamin’. “Welcome to the Benjamin Hotel. I hope you have a pleasant and restful stay,” the doorman said, opening the finely crafted golden door for us.

, but before the old lady could complete CEO intervenes,” just throw her out of my cabin right now or else I am going to fire you all”, ordering his guards Just burn each and every copy of this book or else ....”, But before she could complete her sentence suddenly her voice gets husky and his facial expressions starts changing, and she again continues,” I am going to. “, and once again before completing her sentence she ends up hitting wall of the room exploding her mind like a bomb and soon her blood spills all over the room which leaves both of us scared So not having any other option with just ended up burning each and every copy of the book which were collected across the globe but stil

Three days before Sheldon was supposed to leave the country, he mortgaged our house. He even helped us pack, moving me and the boys into a tiny one-room basement unit on the third floor down. It was barely 300 square feet and was damp, musty, and dark. Sheldon stood in the middle of that little room, talking to our sons as if he was giving some grand speech.

"So sure." The book spun faster under his touch. Pages blurred together until they were just streaks of light and shadow. Then it stopped, settling on a page that looked like all the others but somehow wasn't. "She borrowed and returned the Bloodline Codex." "What is that?" "It is a book that records all supernatural houses. The ones that matter at least." My phone chimed. I fumbled for it, nearly dropping the stack of books in the process. The message was short and impersonal.

Forgiven. My ghost hovered in that ice-cold courtyard, nearly frozen through. On New Year's Eve, fireworks cracked and boomed outside, painting the night sky in bursts of blinding gold and various colors. From the manor windows, the display was spectacular. But inside, the holiday dinner was a tomb—silent and stagnant. Father sat at the head of the table. Before him were two place settings. One was for Matthew.

"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.