The Literary Hotel Novels & Stories

Chapter 13: The Safe House The hotel was called The Morrison. Not a chain. Not fancy. Just a brick building wedged between a laundromat and a pawn shop, with a neon sign that flickered like it was dying. The kind of place you drove past without noticing. The kind of place where no one asked questions. Lucien paid cash. Three nights. Two rooms. No names. The clerk—a woman with tired eyes and a gold tooth—didn't even look at us. Just slid the keys across the counter and went back to her crossword puzzle.

Episode 20 – Room 219 The key to Room 219 felt heavy in my hand, a cold, ornate brass thing that seemed to hold more promise than any electronic keycard ever could. The hotel was old-world elegance, all dark wood, hushed corridors, and the faint scent of polish and secrets. I'd booked it on a whim, a desperate lunge against the crushing monotony of my life. A weekend alone. No names. No strings. Just me, a stack of unread books, and the silence.

Allura sighed, and slowly bobbed her head. “We are here,” Luther halted his car in front of the hotel. Getting out of his car, he opened the door for Allura, who stepped out of the car, and then trailed her eyes forward towards that beautifully luxurious hotel in front of her eyes. A place of dreams for the normal world. “Come,” Luther said to her. Sighing, she followed him inside the hotel with her clenched fists, unaware that this place of dreams was going to shove her in the embrace of her worst nightmare tonight.

He had totally make sure that she was dumbstruck . She opened her mouth and refused to closed them as if they wouldn't glue back together again. The place was more than extravagant . It was on the 31st floor of the light hotel . A hotel that has to be booked at least a month or two before you can place a reservation. The tiny crystal light that dangled above the tent that was made especially for them was so beautiful. It had a window to it . Showing the dark sky and the tiniest of the stars . They came together to give some meaning and thoughtfulness to the sky . ..

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

The moment her eyes landed on me, that smile became colder. Then she looked at Alex and Lexa. “So… these are the children.” I said nothing, neither did the twins. Lena slowly walked closer, she looked around the hotel before looking back at us. “This is the Number One hotel in the city.” Her eyes slowly moved over my clothes before resting on the children. “People like you don’t usually come here.” Her words were calm, but every single one carried an insult. I took a slow breath.“We’re waiting for someone.”

Seraphina The text message gave an address in Zurich’s financial district and a single word: Penthouse. The hotel is the kind of place I’ve only seen in magazines. All glass and steel and money. The kind where rooms start at two thousand francs a night and the lobby has actual artwork worth more than most people’s houses. “Are you sure this is right?” I ask as we approach the entrance. Dominic checks his phone. “This is the address.” A doorman in a crisp uniform opens the door before we reach it. “Mr. Ashcroft?”

She would never understand the social constructs of those pompous nobles. When the door opened, Edwina finally caught a glimpse of their destination. The Court of the Hidden Palms was the capital’s premier hotel. Glam, opulent and expensive, the exclusive clientele included only the richest people in the kingdom. The wealthiest merchants and nobles stayed here when they visited the capital and to get a room one had to reserve it almost a year in advance! The hotel was a four-story building made of white stone and gilded with gold. The hotel’s dome had four golden columns that had been intricately carved with symbols of the kingdom’s mythology and founding tales.

She couldn’t afford to let fear take over; her mother’s life depended on her courage. By the time she arrived at the Royal Hotel, the sky had darkened, and the city’s lights glowed against the evening haze. The hotel loomed above her, its opulent façade almost intimidating in its grandeur. The marble columns and crystal chandeliers spoke of old money and secrets hidden behind elegant curtains. Stepping through the revolving doors, she was hit by the scent of polished wood and expensive cologne, a heady mix that only deepened her sense of unease. She paused, scanning the lobby, feeling every muscle in her body tighten. The place was grand, yet something about its polished perfection felt almo

He flinched, knowing I was speaking the truth but he wasn't ready to accept it. "I've been quiet for months, trying to pretend I didn't notice. But I do. I see how different you are with me. Cold, distant and even...suspicious. Do you think I didn't notice the receipt from D'Luna's Hotel the night you returned from your so-called business trip?" He frowned. "I used the hotel before traveling. Is that a crime now? Do travelers no longer use hotels? Or is every hotel now a brothel for fornicators and prostitutes?"