Villain Hotel Novels & Stories

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

Upon reaching it, he walked straight to room 17A. Entering the neatly furnished room, he let out a relieved breath. "She is amazing. She knows how to play her cards. I'm sure things will go as planned." "I know," Violet said, turning towards him with a smile. The truth was, the hotel belonged to Violet, and Mark was merely a pawn in her revenge plan. "Is everything ready?" Violet asked, her eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and determination. "Yes." "Good," she said, walking out of the room.

And then, the hotel came into view. Seven star luxury. Gold lights. Doormen. Valets. Polished marble. A palace. And it belonged to Damian Blackwell more than the guests knew. The car didn’t pull up to the bright entrance. That was for tourists and wealthy families who wanted to be seen. Damian’s men took the side route. A quieter underground entrance, where staff worked and cameras existed… but had already been compromised long before tonight. Still, one problem waited for them upstairs. The Volkov security detail.

The Royal Dragon was an extremely lavishing and grand six-star hotel. Inside the VIP room, Wayman had prepared a feast to celebrate the death of Luna and the sabotage of the Valiant Institute project. He was waiting for his man, nicknamed Yellow Hat, to come back with the great news. To his surprise, it was way past the promised time, but Yellow Hat had still not come back with any news. Knock, knock. Wayman’s fingers tapped on the table anxiously. He pulled his phone out for the fifth time and called Yellow Hat.

"Is that what we're calling 'captive hacker' now? Your PR team is excellent." "In this world, the label doesn't matter as much as the shadow you cast. Cast a long one tonight, Jade. For both our sakes." The car pulled up to the curb of the Blackstone Hotel. A phalanx of security in black suits swarmed the vehicle, forming a human corridor. I stepped out first, the cold wind whipping at my coat, and reached back for her. When her hand settled in mine, I felt a jolt—a tether snapping into place.

“You know, yesterday I thought my biggest problem was my cheating ex-boyfriend.” “And now?” “Now I’m trapped in a murder hotel with a suspiciously attractive man who talks about time loops.” Adrian opened the hotel door for her. “Your taste in men remains questionable.” “Ugh.” The warmth inside the lobby hit them immediately after the freezing mountain air outside. Most of the contestants had already gathered near the lounge again. Ava spotted Winona first and narrowed her eyes dramatically. “Interesting. You disappeared with the hot director for an hour and came back glowing.”

"It's a small private hotel just at the edge of the northern part of the city. Access to the place is extremely limited to a select number of individuals, all of very high class. It's the perfect place to hide someone you don't want anybody to find." "Who owns this place?" David's hands flashed around the keyboard again as he bypassed multiple security firewalls with ease before pulling up the hotel's details. "The building is registered under your half sister, Diana Anderson." The declaration came almost as a blow to my already fragile emotional state. Before that, I had still been trying to consider the possibility that maybe this might have been a misunderstanding of some sort. But now th

I used a proxy account to book a luxurious, highly secure VIP suite at The Obsidian, a towering, exclusively human-owned hotel located right in the bustling center of Junylria, entirely outside the official jurisdiction of the packhouse guards. I sent a securely encrypted message to Councilman Ashford, demanding his presence the next day, to discuss a matter of vital, devastating importance regarding his daughter's future. Armed with the thick manila folder containing the undeniable proof of Victoria's crimes, I felt an intoxicating, overwhelming sense of absolute victory as I headed toward the hotel. I was literally moments away from securing my permanent freedom. EMBERLY LYNNWOOD

"What if I told you that the reward for first place is a wish granted by the President of Draconia, and that you don't have to join the Martial Alliance?" "What do you think you're doing?!" The position was certainly compromising, and Kat was gaping at them, flushed as she pointed at Frank and snapped, "A-And in broad daylight?! Don't you feel embarrassed?!" "Embarrassed?" Vicky giggled but did not move away. "We're in a hotel. And forget the pool—I have the entire hotel booked, and there's no one else watching." "I-I'm watching!" Kat cried, covering her eyes. "But you're welcome to watch—or would you like to join us?" Vicky asked, flashing a mischievous grin.

he turns to me and smiles. “Oh,” I murmur and crawl out of my bed. I walk toward the bathroom, but as soon as I push the door open, I pause and glance at Zack, who is already gazing at me. “Wait. You are telling me that you booked our flight and hotel room last night?” “I didn’t book any flight,” he says. “I have my own plane. We’ll travel from that.” My lips part in shock. Sometimes his behaviour toward me makes me forget that he is a mafia man because… Mafias are ruthless. Zack is an exception for me.