The Literary Hotel Novels & Stories

“The monster here is The Passion House itself.” “Although the hotel is known as a great place of escape from reality, quite literally. Once a year, as it celebrates its anniversary, it traps its clients’ souls for it to eat.” “Do you remember that black matter that seems like it is eating the entire hotel?” We nodded. “That’s the hotel’s soul. It is pretending to be so beautiful so that it can have its prey, a human’s soul.” “This hotel serves as the realm that is in between life and death. And we, the ghosts here, are trapped in this hotel’s mirror, the gate in between reality and the subconscious mind.”

He is completely deluded. Later that day, Liana and I pull up to a regal looking hotel. There is an immense water fountain in the grand courtyard and spectacular stone pillars either side of the entrance. “I don’t think they’re going to let us in!”, I laugh to Liana. As we step out of the car, the pair of us stop and stare in awe of our surroundings, it’s breath-taking. The front of the hotel is lit up by fairy lights, there are pretty tables and chairs outside, but they remain empty as the night’s are becoming vastly cold. We head towards the large reception doors. I see guests and staff bustling about inside. It looks warm and welcoming. As I pull open the heavy wooden door, I feel the war

He regretted and blamed his damn memory for the life he had been living all the time. Anaya’s shouting made Chan to quickly get into the car and they went to the ‘Nocturnals’. It was a luxury hotel famous for its night parties. Their DJ club and pub were the best in the whole Ochre city and every rich young blood frequented the hotel from time to time. But no one actually knew who was behind such a luxurious and heavily guarded hotel. The owner’s details were a secret and those who knew never revealed it to others. The sister’s went to the hotel to get refreshed and Chan waited in the lobby as a good servant. They were back in no time as they had to go for shopping for Ameya’s welcome party

Maybe he actually does. The hotel they went to was Le Royal Hotel Luxembourg – big, fancy, and known for rich guests and excellent service. When they arrived, the building stood tall with bright lights. The front doors were large and clean. The lobby looked wide and calm, the floors were shiny, soft lights hung from the ceiling and a few guests sat on sofas, talking quietly. Some staff in black and white uniforms walked through the lobby, helping other visitors.

"Lornado, do you know when Eliot Bassett's Poetic Fusion Event is scheduled?" "Five days from now, sir," Lornado answered, his tone clipped as a Spartan battle formation. Brandon nodded, his mind already crafting an itinerary to maximize their Grecian getaway. After a scenic forty-minute drive that felt like a journey through time itself, they arrived at the Κάλος Hotel. The structure rose before them like a futuristic mirage, all gleaming glass and sweeping curves that somehow managed to both contrast and complement the ancient city around it. As Lornado expertly maneuvered their luggage, Brandon and Britney stood transfixed. The hotel's twin crescents seemed to reach for the sky, sunlight

Twins was the word, and somehow the idea of its utterance from my departed daughter’s lips threw the shadows of a nightmare. As if to confirm that it was a night for such visitations, I heard Kristin murmur what sounded like Kathy’s name in her sleep as I got up and went to the bathroom. I stood over the toilet feeling cold despite the mugginess of the poorly air conditioned interiors of what was supposedly the ‘luxury’ hotel in town. The hotel was located two blocks from the town square, on a busy corner. Its inset entrance situated at the point of the angle of the two streets and facing a cement island that boasted a raised sculpture of some historical figure. Our room was on the back side

As the sun sets, the building becomes a beacon of light, casting a warm glow that beckons guests into a world of indulgence. Upon entering the hotel, guests are greeted by a lobby that exudes elegance. The expansive space is adorned with contemporary artwork, chic furnishings, and ambient lighting that creates a welcoming atmosphere. The air is infused with a subtle fragrance, a signature scent unique to the LA Hotel, adding a sensory layer to the overall experience. ** As the shareholders emerged from the lavish confines of the LA Hotel, an air of trepidation hung thick around them. The weight of Viaan Adams’s unexpected entrance into the meeting with Mr. Russo cast a shadow over their jubi

I bid Cassandra goodbye, and she told me to take care before I hurried to the door. The Fleur De Lis Hotel stood proud and sparkling under the picturesque blue sky. Every single thing inside the hotel screamed luxury. It was still early and the party hadn't started yet, but the spacious foyer of the hotel was starting to fill up with guests all wearing their best-picked attire. To avoid the guests, we made our entry through the back door and made our way to the grand hall to finish placing the flowers all over the place before the party started.

You needed space. You told her not to call. Knowing doesn't make it easier. --- The hotel is in the 11th arrondissement, far from the places we used to go. I chose it for that reason — no memories, no ghosts, no risk of running into Hana or Mireille or anyone who might recognize the woman who used to be on Celeste Laurent's arm. But ghosts don't need geography. She's everywhere. On the way the morning light falls across the bed. In the sound of a key card sliding into a lock. In the silence that should be filled with her breathing, her voice, her hand reaching for mine in the dark.

They even wrote him an invitation letter, how amusing. Harvey asked, “Time?” “Eight o’ clock tonight.” “Okay, tell the Zimmers I’ll be attending.” Harvey said. His phone vibrated. It was a text from Mandy, asking him to attend the very same dinner tonight. It seemed that these two matters didn’t clash at all. … Hotel W, Buckwood. As a brand new and prestigious hotel in Buckwood, Hotel W was extravagant and luxurious despite lacking an impressive history like the Grand Hotel of Buckwood.