Until You Book Novels & Stories

Alizeh: 'I know, but I can't control my laugh! Varun: "I can say this also with that other meaning, but I am not like that na!" Alizeh: "I know that you are not like that, I know it really well knows! by the way when is my book coming!" Varun: "Maybe 23!" Alizeh: "Yayy, I will keep it with me always!" Varun: "You can also keep me with you always!" Alizeh: "I know, you can also keep me!"

Are you just one guy? "Bess let's go, you'll get left behind and we won't wait!" Maxine shouts from the door and I came back to reality again. "Yes, Bess here I come" I'll just check it later at home after we eat outside. Yummy food is waiting for me.

I hurry to open the message. Unknown:Room 636. 9pm. Don't be late. Oh. My. God. Oh my God. This is really happening. He's booked a room. Holy shit. I'm going to meet him tomorrow. I'll be in a room, doing whatever he wants tomorrow.

Booking a private room usually required at least a week in advance. Unexpectedly, Terrence Edmin had managed to reserve one. Sitting inside the European-style private room, I kept reminding him to read my proposal. However, he didn't even look at it. That only made me feel inexplicably nervous. "I've already ordered the dishes. Business here is always good. If we don't order in advance, we'll have to wait a long time." Terrence Edmin poured me a cup of tea and spoke gently. "Okay." I nodded.

I walked up to her with a weak attempt at a smile. “Hi, good morning.” She looked up. “Good morning! Can I help you?” “Um, yes. I was wondering if, uh, you’d had any cancellations. For rooms, I mean.” Her face fell slightly. “Oh, unfortunately, no. We’ve been checking, but everything’s still booked out. The conference filled us up almost two weeks ago.” Right. Of course. I tried to keep my face neutral, polite. “Is there a waitlist? Maybe someone who hasn’t checked in yet?”

" I rolled my eyes in response, I was not free. I had all these flowers to tie, but since he did help me, I excused myself around him — as he decided to sit in the chair like he owned the place — and went to the counter to open a page. "Okay we have the 13th, 26th and 29th available," "It's the 30th," he said pointing to the calendar, and I laughed and shook my head. "No until next January." "But, that's eight months away." I nodded in agreement. "Well, of course. We're booked out all days until then, and we don't do more than three events in a month — no matter when they are."

Some stories begin with a storm. This one started with a woman standing in the ruins of her old life, daring to believe she deserved more. Thank you for staying with Layla and Rider as they built something new from the quiet and the broken. Thank you for letting their journey touch you. Until the next chapter, Nikora Clegg Where to from here? Until You is available in paperback from A****n. I am currently working on the Hidden Legacy Series.

He looks good and I feel way underdressed. "Wow," he simply says seemingly reading my mind and I calm down. "Wow yourself," I say back to him. I remember him looking really buff at such a young age, I guess he still likes working out. It shows. I've never been in this restaurant before. When I was googling it, I saw it's usually booked up months in advance and only certain people are made an exception to be squeezed in. There were a couple of reviews of people saying they haven't been able to get a reservation for months. So,

By late afternoon, my phone buzzed again. This time, it wasn’t an unknown number. It was the club. I stepped into an empty stairwell before opening the message. Please confirm your availability for tonight. No explanation. No apology. No acknowledgment that the booking shouldn’t exist. I typed back slowly, I already have a booking. The reply came faster than I expected. Yes. That is the one. My chest tightened. There was no spacing window, I wrote. That’s against policy. Three dots appeared. Disappeared and appeared again.

“We're waiting.” I heard the guy say it from the other line. I kept mum. “I said we're waiting. We've been waiting for almost three hours now.” I didn't answer. “Don't play with me, little devil.” I bit my lower lip and gazed through the car window. “You have to pay your debt, ” he continued, “8,000,000. ” Silence. “Don't let me count on you, little devil.” Silence.