Thirty Three Room Novels & Stories

Pete asked, a sudden wave of anxiety washing over him. "Rich guys like that hardly remember spending that kind of money when they are in a mood like that. So relax and think about what we are going to buy," Duran assured him, laughing. "So, which room did you rent out to him?" Pete asked. "Room thirty," Duran replied casually. Pete froze entirely, the rag slipping from his fingers. "What?!" Pete yelled, his voice cracking as his heart dropped into his stomach. "No, this cannot be happening!" He began pacing frantically behind the bar, tearing at his hair.

"That's it because the rooms are big, for each room they will be needing three sofas each, and there are 130 rooms in the hotel, she wanted to make it look like a penthouse, but I guess she changed her mind." Billie was shocked, she just heard a hotel with 130 rooms. "Wow, that's going to be a lot of money." Romeo huffed and shut her up, "you think it's a lot of money? It's not even a quarter to what the company makes in a week, but here you're wowing over something small." She frowns and turn to Anna with her lips pouted, Anna blinks at her and smile

Her deep, coy tone filled with seduction made him lose his stability. That's what he wanted to hear, he was waiting for this moment from the very beginning. Bastien felt extremely lucky. Bastien tucked his hand on her slim waist as he let go of the soft and hard sofa, giving his friends the signal. They started walking towards the stairs that led to the third floor. Since he is an old customer, the 304th room on the 3rd floor was booked for him; he just had to renew the booking every month, and that's it.

She replied curtly, "No, it'll just be me today, and I'm meeting someone. They're in room 388 now." The owner nodded and led Brianna to the elevator, which brought them to the third floor. They arrived at the room where Celena, Cheryl, and Wasyl were waiting. Brianna turned to her soldiers and commanded, "Stay here and keep an eye out for suspicious activity. You're not to allow anyone into the room without my permission." "Yes, my lady!" The two soldiers took their places on either side of the door. Brianna pushed the door open and stepped into the room, her heels click-clacking against the floor.

“We’ll take it.” The receptionist slid a rusty-looking key across the counter, her face as tired as my soul felt. “Room 204. Upstairs, end of the hall. Enjoy your stay.” Enjoy? Sure, because sharing a room with Aiden was everyone’s idea of a romantic getaway. As we made our way up the creaky staircase, I could feel the tension building between us. The silence wasn’t awkward—it was charged. Every step seemed louder than it should’ve been, like the universe was mocking me.

He slid a physical key across the counter, not even a keycard, just an old brass key with a plastic tag that said 3B. Elara took it. “Thank you.” “Yeah. The elevator's broken, by the way.” Of course it was. She climbed three flights of narrow stairs, suitcase bumping against each step, and found herself in a dim hallway that smelled faintly of mildew and someone's leftover Indian food. Room 3B was at the end of the hall. Elara fitted the key into the lock, twisted it, and pushed the door open. The room was small, just four bunk beds crammed together with barely enough space to walk between them. Two of the beds had suitcases on them, their occupants apparently out sightseeing.

“Looks like it lied real hard. Do you have a room here?” She nodded solemnly, as if this was highly classified information. “Room… three-oh-five,” she whispered, holding up three fingers. Or maybe four. She wasn’t sure. “Okay, I’ll take you there, just—” Baron’s sentence was sliced in half by someone shouting his name from across the room. He glanced away, then looked back at her, apologetic. “Give me ten seconds. I’ll just say goodbye to my group. Please—hold the elevator, yeah?”

They stopped right at a room located on the 33rd floor, right in front of a wooden door with a unique carving. Hana looked at the door of the room in front of her with a look of amazement. Unlike yesterday's room door, this room's door is tens of times more luxurious, with a thick old-fashioned feel. At the top, you can see a carving of a lion flanked by two swords. "Come in." Kyllian opened the door in front of them, not even bothering to knock on the door at all.

I took the elevator with Scott and Vigil, three of us enclosed in silence while the rest of the men moved like ghosts, some scaling the stairs, others stationed on the ground floor to block any exits. No noise, no chatter. When the elevator dinged at the third floor, I stepped out first. Room 334 was at the far end of the hall. My boots made no sound on the plush carpet. I felt the tension humming in Scott beside me, but Vigil was a statue, cold, unreadable. I stopped a few feet from the door and spoke loud enough for those inside to hear.

The woman was embarrassed, "You didn't told me when I was chatting the website!" "Miss, the website already has the informations, I believe you didn't read it." The staff said and again she was embarrassed. Diego went in front as he found it was an opportunity to show off his power in front of Beatrice, that may convince her that he's better than Marcus. "Then how can we upgrade? I don't want us to be separated so what's the room we can all gather together?" He boastingly asked. "Sir, the silver room can cater fifteen and the gold room can cater twenty persons, the last room suits your group as it can cater atleast thirty persons." The staff explained.