The Literary Hotel Novels & Stories

said Jessica. "Yeah that the name of his hotel Due Lucas. "Oh my God!! I'm so happy for you dear, Jessica said. "Wait!! girls, do you mean De Lucas is Luca's hotel Lena asked. "Yeah why? is anything the problem Lena. Its the biggest hotel in town, it very beautiful and luxury. I'm so happy for you dear. So who will take care of the twins said Lena? "Oh that Lucas parents will look after them for 2 night, his siblings will also them.

I promised myself that I wasn’t going to think about him at all, but throughout the night, I was wide awake, torturing my poor brain with images of that kiss, wondering if he was bed with her. The nerve of him to ask me to stay away from Drake while he was all cuddled up with his childhood sweetheart. The fucking nerve. I arrive at Sterling Intercontinental Hotel at exactly 8 PM. Just like every other five-star hotel, it glows with quiet luxury. Golden chandeliers shimmer against the dark marble floors, and waiters in perfectly pressed uniforms drift between tables like ghosts. The air smells faintly of butter, wine and expensive perfume. Even the soft clink of crystal glasses sounds rich.

“Did you find anything useful?” I passed him the letter I had been reading. It had been written by a woman who returned to the hotel every year after spending her honeymoon there decades earlier. Following her husband’s death, the staff continued preparing the same room for her on their anniversary. Ethan read it carefully. “This is the campaign,” I said. “Not the expensive suites or the private dining rooms. This is what makes the hotel different.” “A widow returning to the place where she was once happy?” “A place remembering something she wasn’t ready to lose.”

The finality in his tone landed like a slammed door. For a second anger flared within me. I wanted to snap, ‘Stop treating me like an outsider, stop acting like a child.’ Instead I took a slow breath, forcing a casual shrug. “I'm sorry. I forgot my opinion is not needed.” April shifted, discomfort plain on her face. “Actually, Kael, where were you thinking? We’ve been juggling options for days.” “There’s an old carriage house rented out for literary salons,” I said. “High ceilings, courtyard garden, walls lined with books. People walk in and instantly feel like readers.”

For security, we had booked out the entire hotel, so it was only the alphas of each pack who would be in attendance. We walked in silence into the plush hotel. There was marble floor to ceiling as far as the eye could see. A decorative chandelier that reflected the light in the centre as it hung all the way down from the top floor. It was blinding how bright it was. The crystals reflected coloured lights over the hotel that otherwise looked dreary. Aurora stops looking around the foyer, her eyes wide as she scans the empty space before she tugs on her hair once more. “I think we should call this off?” We all stop giving her a look why is she changing her mind. “Something is … I don’t know of

*** Nestled within the embrace of rolling hills and lush greenery in the heart of the countryside, the exquisite Havencrest Hotel stood as a symbol of refined luxury. The setting sun imbued the magnificent stone walls with a warm and inviting golden glow, adding to its majestic facade. Oozing with old-world charm, the sprawling hotel boasted ivy-clad walls and regal oak doors that welcomed guests into a world of opulence. As Boma and Donovan crossed the threshold, the air was filled with the delicate fragrance of fresh lilies and the faint hint of pine from the nearby forest. Soft, mellow lighting illuminated the suite's elegant interior, adorned in shades of ivory and gold, creating an atmo

Forced Marriage Mommy Needs To Work Hard Chapter 78 (truth behind fake DNA report) Jasmine started looking at the magnificent building of the hotel. The five-star hotel is named "Glimpses of Ancient Time.'' Two beautiful ladies came out of the hotel and asked Jasmine to walk inside. Jasmine placed her feet on the floor which was full of flowers. Jasmine had once heard about this wonderful hotel from Peter. Peter had asked her many times to come to this hotel. Jasmine also wanted to come to this hotel because the special thing about this hotel was that the entire hotel was booked by one person in a month. and no one else could enter the hotel except the person. So that person and their belove

“Bet they’re booked up, too. ’Sides, I wouldn’t let my dog sleep there. They don’t clean nothin’. ” His head was going to explode. Luc was accustomed to traveling to cosmopolitan cities. He stayed at Hotel de Crillon when he traveled to Paris, the Dorchester in London, the Peninsula in Tokyo, the Beverly Wilshire in Los Angeles. The fact he’d been stiffed on a room at Homer’s Cajun Haven at four in the morning crawled on his last nerve. He hit the end button on the conversation. Instead of giving in to his urge to throw the phone, he stiffly handed it back to Alyssa.

But the more he went in the more he found it familiar, when he entered the hall, it hit him clear, he then turned around and asked his secretary, "what did you say the name of this hotel was?" "The Ace Hotel" He replied. because I wrote this scene and you know this castle-like hotel, I took a reference from the hotel in my world, The Ace Hotel, that's the best in the whole country “The best in the country?” He asked. “That’s what others say,” He shrugged. “Oh wow!” Eiden suddenly screamed out, “Why didn’t I think of this before?” “Boss? Are you okay?” Jerry looked at him with concern.

Maybe, I was growing paranoid! I strolled around, a nice summer breeze was blowing, helping me relax. I decided to visit the rest of the hotel. This was the best hotel in Cape Town and I knew that I would never set foot in it in my life ever again. So, I began my tour. This was a five-star hotel with a rich aura around it. I started with the small gallery which showcased many priceless artefacts, then moved on to the various conference rooms and alike. There was an elite gym in which a few shirtless men were working out. They ignored me like everyone else in the world did – everyone else, except for Nathan perhaps. I brushed the thought of Nathan from my head and walked to the small library