The Literary Hotel Novels & Stories

"See me as your daughter. Tell me any grievances you have. If I can assist, I'll do everything in my power to help and uphold justice for you." - One evening, Daniel brought Maisie to the Liz-Inn Hotel. Compared to hotels under the Hamerton Group, Liz-Inn seemed less extravagant, but it had its unique charm. Situated along the mountains, the hotel exuded a natural and fresh beauty due to its peaceful location away from the city center. The hotel's backyard was adorned with butterfly orchids. When Maisie saw that courtyard, it felt like something struck her heart, and she had been transported back to that peculiar dream. In her dream, she had also entered a place filled with butterfly orchids

"Well, obviously you'll cater the affair to knock Elena's socks off to send good word back to New York. And I'll help you put together a proposal." Feeling as if she at least had a direction, Athena grabbed a notebook from the counter. "Let's talk menu." * * * Athena paced a tight circle around the island in the inn's kitchen, mentally reviewing her lists. The charcuterie trays were finished. The cheese boards were loaded. The crudités were laid out in a rainbow of foodie perfection. Every public room on the lower floor of the inn was set up with elegantly-appointed food tables that represented the different regions highlighted in Kennedy's book. A culinary journey for the guests of the trav

Delis said as he gets up from his seat" And then both of them walk away and head straight to the hotel. ★At The Hotel★ When they get to the hotel, Delis discovered that the hostel is not that far from their house. It is something that he can use leg to trek If he wants. He also discovered that the hotel is not that big, it was just a roadside hotel. But actually a classic roadside hotel, it wasn't that too local. It is a classic hotel because it has its own building. So Delis looked at the top of the building and the name of the hotel was written there. "Mrs. Jen Hotel" Delis read the name aloud and the way Liam would hear him. "Yes, that's the name of the hotel, let's go in please" Liam req

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

This is a seven-star hotel that is often used by artists for wedding receptions, because this hotel room is very large and luxurious. Amayra stared in awe at the hotel, this was the first time she set foot in the luxury hotel. But wait, what did they take him to the hotel for? "Let Miss follow us," the man ordered, prompting Amayra to avert her gaze. The two men smiled at Amayra, making the girl's hair stand on end. Now that Amayra's admiration for the Hotel vanished instantly, what would those men do to her? Why did they take him to the hotel?

"Indeed, I have. Sir, you must've been in a rush and missed it. Take another look around the hotel." Homer's eyes narrowed in disbelief. "Is this the Carvers' hotel? But their energy is chaotic!" "Are you saying this hotel is bad?" Someone, likely a blogger reviewing the hotel, was recording every question. Stroking his beard, he clarified, "Not at all. This hotel now has heavenly fortune. Blessings await those who stay with good intentions. Those lucky might even find a cure if they're sick or win the lottery." "Is it really that magical?" Aria chuckled, fiddling with the amethyst pendant.

And yet she loved every second of this madness with Liam. Only a few blocks away stood a small red brick hotel with white-framed windows. The Falstaff Hotel. A renovated medieval-style building that still carried traces of its old-world charm. Liam booked a single room overlooking the garden side. The room was bright with daylight, sunlight pouring through wide windows without leaving a single corner in shadow. Outside, the summer heat blazed fiercely. “The room is decent,” Chatrine commented while stepping inside. There was a modest bed, a sofa near a flower pot, and a thick wool rug spread beside the large window.

My sister had been gone for years, yet tonight, in the hushed corridors of Agyis Hotel, it felt as if she had just slipped from the room and might return at any second. The place smelled faintly of cedarwood and new beginnings. Henry had insisted we open the hotel here, in the heart of the city, as a symbol of Agyis Dynamics reaching beyond steel and blood. A place of safety, of reputation, of elegance. Now it was less a monument and more a cage—every wall pressing on me, every corner holding the weight of unspoken truths.

Since she wanted to keep waiting for her brother and his friends. I enter the luxurious hotel. 'Definitely this woman loves luxury' I think. The hotel's facade gives you a hint that it is high class. Its perfectly created, decorated and cared for facade gives you to understand that it is not an octave hotel. However, when you enter the lobby it takes your breath away. Everything is in gold and yellow. Which makes you think that many of the things here are made of gold. The floor is made of perfectly shiny white ceramic. In the waiting room there is a large library with many books of which you can use without any problem.

Then I was out the door, nearly breaking into a run as I pounded the pavement toward the hotel. At the last second, I stopped just before pushing through the doors. I forced a deep breath into my lungs. Composure. If I was going to do this, I needed to do it right. No claws, no teeth. Hotel Lenweil was absurdly fancy for a place like this. The foyer gleamed with polished stone in shades of marble grey and bone white. Chrome accents reflected every movement like a mirror maze, and the chesterfield lounges were buttery leather, the kind only money or status afforded.