The Literary Hotel Novels & Stories

Didn’t push. He just kept stealing glances—like he couldn’t believe she was real. “Was the restaurant what you expected?” he asked, his voice low, rough, already threaded with want. She nodded slowly. “More than I expected.” Kade’s lips twitched. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” ⸻ The Hotel It was just outside of the city, tucked between hills and forest, cloaked in soft fog and elegance. A restored estate turned boutique inn—intimate and rich with deep wood, soft lighting, and staff that spoke in hushed, respectful tones.

And I bear no grudge against him when it seemed there was no one to really trust. We arrived at the place described as the epitome of luxury in Manhattan, the Luther Hotel known. A hotel known to host celebrities, political dignitaries and royalty. It was the most suitable place to host a party for New York's finest and the success of Nicholas' legitimate businesses meant that he embraced many identities one of them being a savvy businessman.

Author's POV Mikhail stood in front of the hotel which was deserted. He somewhere had a feeling that this place has connection with all the mysteries. The creepiness of the place was always suspicious. "Hotel Hywala!" Jeh read the name sign which was falling off. "This looks like a haunted house. Where is everyone? Why is this hotel in such a bad condition? It's a beautiful place, why is the owner wasting this property?" He looked at the beautiful greenery around.

he says, “we skip the press and the cake and disappear for a weekend.” I blink. “Disappear?” I echo. “Where? And can we tell Nonna first, or do we just let her assume we’ve been kidnapped and unleash her on the city?” He smiles slowly. “I was thinking,” he says, “about a particular small, offensively decorated hotel.” My heart gives a sudden, odd little lurch. “The one with the horrible carpet?” I ask. “And the terrible room service,” he confirms. “And the broken heater. And the note.”

Violet punched Kevan triumphantly and handed the phone back to him. The collaborating party had booked rooms in the third-best hotel in Bartham for Larissa and Lewis. The first ranked hotel was the Regal Dynasty Hotel and the second was the Winston Hotel respectively. Because of Larissa's history with both hotels, Lewis had them book the third-best hotel. The hotel was large in scale, but its location wasn't ideal. It was located in a remote but scenic area, so there were few visitors on regular days. It took some time for Kevan to arrive in his car.

I need to get to the hotel, and while I don’t like him hanging around me, I have to get answers. “Which hotel?” “Moonlight Majesty Hotel,” I answer, and Alpha Lucas freezes. The Alpha’s gaze turns serious as he looks at me once again. “You were marked at the Moonlight Majesty Hotel?”

Rain hammered against the windows nonstop while fog slowly spread across the road ahead. Then the hotel appeared. Winona straightened immediately. The Midnight Hotel stood in the middle of the mountains like something pulled out of an old gothic movie. Warm golden lights glowed behind enormous glass windows while fountains shimmered beneath the storm outside. It looked luxurious, elegant, and strangely isolated from the rest of the world. “Okay,” Ava breathed. “I would absolutely die here.” “Comforting choice of words.” The moment they stepped inside, warmth surrounded them. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead while soft piano music drifted through the massive lobby. Beautifully dressed st

I wanted to whisper a some few words of gratitude to him, but I knew that my father's acute ears would not miss the words and he would not approve. Chilly gusts of wind swept across the landscape and I was surprised to know that we had crossed into the city of Ackenshire and were at one of his private hotels which were once opened to the public before being snatched from their owners. The hotel's name actually translated to Sinful Paradise, it was a haven for the rich and famous, for shady politicians who wished to keep their after dark affairs arcane. This was a paradise for sinners, I hope the night will expire without me adding to the list of sinners. The Devil and my mother walked hand i

He announced like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "The what?" Now, she stared at him in disbelief. "Luminous." He provided. "Luminous Hotels." "The same one that won hotel of the year in the country?" She still couldn't believe it. She knew cause they had been given homework to write an essay on it and she had done her research.

There was some furniture that had strange designs and intricate carvings with striking decorations. Beatrice said that the hotel was called TARTARUS. A word that means hell in Greek mythology. "Still no news." Beatrice walked slowly into the living room of the hotel room. She let out a long sigh, busy on her cell phone while enjoying a cup of hot chocolate provided by the hotel. Cheryl closed her eyes. She was feeling tired from all the craziness that happened today. "Go to sleep. I'll wait until Rafael picks up my phone." She waved a hand casually, "It seems Rafael knows that I'm planning to disturb him. That's why he doesn't answer my call."