Novel & Cerita Villain Hotel

He later sat in the ward with me but was busy with his laptop. “Thank you. We could have gone home instead of stressing you like this.” “I didn’t say I’m stressed. I’m doing my job.” I stayed quiet. I felt the urge to ask him how I ended up following the wrong person last night. Lucian Blackwood and the other man don’t even look alike. The news came on about an illegal gambling den with drugs and thugs, the same place we came from. My life keeps getting more dangerous. I munched on the chips I was served. Orion Kade didn’t look concerned in any way.

What kind of hotel are you looking for, something fancy or somewhere more homely? One thing Mervon was about to learn in a very harsh lesson was that she was simply too trusting; the older woman looked like someone’s Grandmother, a perfect foil for the Council to exploit. Her Grandson was a member of Morningstar’s MC, and he had got himself into trouble with a local girl. Morningstar had helped him escape the wrath of the girl’s family, and that had placed him in debt to the MC, a debt he could not repay. Morningstar had not hesitated to recruit the kid's family; they were told that if they did not help, they would never see him again. He had not needed to go into details. The hotel was clea

"But based on their familiarity, the established routine, the way the hotel staff recognizes them... this isn't new. Could be months. Could be longer." "The man?" "Viktor Kozlov. Twenty-nine. Trust fund, no real job. They met at a charity event last spring." Webb taps the envelope. "Photos inside. Dates, times, locations. Always the same hotel—Sapphire Heights, Midtown. Suite 3205." Damian opens the envelope. Pulls out the photographs. Cassandra entering the hotel, sunglasses and scarf. Viktor in the lobby. The elevator—his hand on her back, her body angled toward his.

I inquire, emphasizing each word. “As I previously informed you, you’ll know soon. Before that, I’m a guidebook for you as the villainess.” “Villainess?” "Yes, I'm going to serve you from now on. You can say that I’m a guidebook for a villainess like you since you're getting your vengeance once more. Furthermore, you are in this location for a reason. You need to locate the individual they call the shadow monster.”

An antiquated black tv monitor sat on a shelf facing the bed. "Really, Vic?" "You left my brother for this?" Looking stumped, Aaron shook his head and made a clucking sounds of disapproval. He gingerly plopped himself onto one of the well worn armchairs in the room while Victory sat in the other chair. Since the wedding, for the past few weeks Victory has been staying in a shabby hotel in Brooklyn. The hotel provided her the cover that she needed, the staff manning the counter is discreet and the interior of the hotel is dark enough for her to be unnoticeable. And besides, no one would ever have guessed that a billionaire heiress would even think of staying in a run-down hotel, conveniently

I don’t lose control. I don’t wake up in strange beds with strangers’ fingerprints carved into my skin. My name is Adrian Vale. I built my reputation on control. Precision. Clean edges. This This is not clean. I scan the room again. No wallet on the dresser. No watch. My phone is gone. A cold, creeping feeling starts in my stomach. I stride to the door and yank it open. Empty hallway. Plush carpet. Modern artwork lining the walls. A hotel. A high-end one.

"At least wear this. I am not explaining to Knox how I let you get shot on my watch." We split into three teams. Knox and Hammer hit the shipping companies on the north side. Sienna took five bikers to the restaurants downtown. Albert and I, with seven Vipers, targeted the hotel—Diane's headquarters according to our intelligence. The Grandview Hotel stood forty stories tall, all glass and money. People in expensive clothes walked through the lobby like violence was something that happened to other people in other places. "She is on the top floor," Albert said, checking his phone. "Penthouse suite. Private elevator. Security on every level."

I guess, in time it will get easier as I get used to it. " The woman is such a bitch! I never liked her but she always comes here for the boss," Jenna adds pulling me out of my thoughts. " For the boss? Is he the guy she kept on talking about on her phone? And the one you said every woman wanted in this place?" I ask her in curiosity. " I bet he is. Theron Williams is the owner of this hotel and many more. I know much but there's a rumor going on about them having a past. They were not serious but I guess she didn't get the message," she says shrugging her arms.

Every camera, including backup CCTVs at emergency exits, was active. In another room, rooftop security personnel sat alert in a conference room. Everyone was on standby, seemingly waiting for his signal. The tension was palpable with every second that passed. Meanwhile, in a private suite at the hotel, the Clifford family’s aides were gathered. “Sir Rowen…” one aide spoke. “No one really knows who owns this hotel. The only person they recognize is Dark Nathaniel Villamonte. He is the one managing everything here.” Rowen raised an eyebrow, clearly displeased at the unclear information.

, She asked in a calm but deadly tone,"Who am I?" The system who had keenly watched her behavior from her outburst till this very moment, thought she was very 'Interesting'. She didn't look scared or anxious, being able to hold one's peace in such a situation was a huge feat, worthy of applause. It grinned 'I might be lucky to have her as my host.' Ignoring her questions, it replied. {I am system 078, The Villanness Justice System. You are my host now as you have been chosen by the Superiors, after being ejected from your original world. We are a perfect match in both matrix, mind and potential so we are now in a soul bound relationship.}