Villain Hotel Novels & Stories

Elara's steps slowed without her permission. She knew who he was. Everyone in the kingdom knew who he was. Lord Kael Draven. The Black Villain. The man they said had burned three villages to ash without blinking. The man they said could not be killed, though no one could explain why. Guards spoke of him in low voices. Children were warned never to look him in the eye. And above his head, glowing faintly through the rain, was a number. 0 DAYS. Elara stopped walking entirely.

"So that’s your justification for knowingly breaking the law—livestreaming and spying on hotel guests’ privacy?" The moment my words fell, Riley froze for only a few seconds before exploding. "I invaded your privacy? Don’t you know what the hell you two were doing yourselves?!" She jutted her chin out and pointed right at my face, turning to complain to the police instead. "Officers, don’t be fooled by her! She’s selling herself! Bringing a man to a hotel behind her husband’s back on Valentine’s Day! Check her phone! Check that guy’s phone too. There’s definitely money transfers between them!"

"Ms. Hall, there's been a criminal incident in Villa Suite 3206. The police are here." Tessa froze. She barely even thought about the food. In the dead of winter, wearing only her thin office suit and heels, she rushed toward the villa section. By the time she got there, several black police cars were already parked outside. Officers were putting up police tape, blocking off the area. She jogged over and asked one of the hotel staff, who looked shaken, "What happened?" A police officer answered instead. "You're the person in charge, right? We just got a report. This is a homicide. The victim's a man, killed by his wife.

A slow smile grew over her face as she delicately took hold of the mic, bringing it close to her lips. “Oh, didn’t you know?” she said. “I own the Hotel.” Harrison’s mouth dropped open. “What…?” “Of course,” Valeria said casually, as though she hadn’t upended the entirety of pack society with that one sentence. “VR Limited.” She smirked at Harrison. “I’m the V.”

Foolish people. --- [Unknown Hotel] “What's this?” I asked as we entered this unknown hotel. It looked so shabby and of poor quality. I looked at Malcolm. “It was already booked by Mr. Kingsley,” he said fearfully, seeing that I was about to blow up. I breathed in and reached for my phone. Before I could turn it on, a message came in. Kingsley: Ronn's at the hospital. I froze. Ronn? I immediately called Kingsley, my previous frustration with Aurora forgotten. At the first ring, he answered. I walked out of the hotel with Malcolm trailing behind me.

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

He said clearing the air, as he stared intensely. “I don't have enough resources to establish my own hotel, so I would rather work for one of the talented billionaires. I heard your hotel is one of the best.” I said seductively, arching my eyebrows. “Enough of the introduction, but you should be very careful around my hotel especially on my wife's death anniversary. Because I don't let fine women cross this building without being touched.” He replied boldly. And the room stood still at that moment, I couldn't grasp the next action to do.

"Please don’t take me wrong. It’s a gun.” “What?” Knight frowned looking at the dildo. "Why a dildo?” “A-Actually I found out more about the target. Apparently he is a beta with obscene tastes. The party provides such services to their high positioned guests behind the door.” “I thought he had a family and kids?” “That’s correct. So it’s not confirmed. Still infiltrating the hotel as a sex worker would be a good cover.” That was the first time Viral looked flustered. “But how would I infiltrate?”

I wanted to whisper a some few words of gratitude to him, but I knew that my father's acute ears would not miss the words and he would not approve. Chilly gusts of wind swept across the landscape and I was surprised to know that we had crossed into the city of Ackenshire and were at one of his private hotels which were once opened to the public before being snatched from their owners. The hotel's name actually translated to Sinful Paradise, it was a haven for the rich and famous, for shady politicians who wished to keep their after dark affairs arcane. This was a paradise for sinners, I hope the night will expire without me adding to the list of sinners. The Devil and my mother walked hand i