Was Paris Hilton In Supernatural Novels & Stories

In few hours we will be back to the Pack fighting against our fate. Her arms snaked around me waist from behind. "I'm famished" I smirked. "Shall we?" I led her out the penthouse suite. We took the elevator to the front of the Hotel, roving past the familiar faces of the employees that bowed in respect. Most of which were humans that were oblivious to everything while some were Vampires and Werewolves. We were in Paris, one of Castle's Corp subsidiaries. We moved past the revolving doors into the streets of Paris. We hopped into the Ashton Martin parked in front of the Hotel and headed to grab some lunch.

I don't want him to know that I live in a supernatural hotel. I walk the few blocks when the cab disappears around the corner. I run-up to my room and daily back my father. "Okay, father. Now I can speak." I start pacing the room. "How do you figure that there is a leak in our information?" "Dad there is no way that humans know who the supernaturals are. I mean I was out in the open today. No one even batted an eye. If humans have discovered a way to detect supernaturals, I would have been killed today."

The evening was filled with smooth chatters, howls of wolves, and all other kinds of noises of mother nature, and I was instantly in love. “Who owns this place?” I inquired glaring around. After checking around to his heart’s content, he dropped in front of me and gave me an apologetic smile. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. Laugh because he was so funny being all cautious. And cry because we weren’t going to enjoy to our heart’s content if we stayed here long enough. “The Order. It’s the resort for all kinds of supernatural.” He informed taking my hand in his, then threading his fingers with mine.

“Chloe, she is a Psychic, she has powers too!“ “What!“ He shook his head not wanting to believe “What else is there that I don't know?“ He asked “Sarah, Sean and Kyle have powers too!“ She announced, “Sean too?“ he has being ignorance all this while “But I'm not going to tell you what powers they possess, they will be the ones telling you themselves!“ She said to him “So you guys are real! All my life I've been believing it was all a myth, but it has always been in front of me all this time!“ He shook his head “So that means the supernatural force that caused the homicides years ago were real?“ He asked even when the question was obvious

Helen asked "You see I need to find powerful witches from that school of yours, so their powers would help me locate the spell book of dark magic." "You'll never be able to find it." Helen said angrily "You seem confident that I won't be able to find it." Peterson said "That spell book is evil you would be corrupted by it." Helen said "That's the idea, isn't everyone in this world corrupted by their power, strength? So why wouldn't I embrace a corruptive power for myself so I'd take over the world." Peterson said "You are a maniac you know that?" Hazel yelled "Oh Miss Maximilian, you've grown so how does it feel to be without a father?" Peterson said ignoring Helen's words.

Static flickered across the large screen before shaky footage suddenly appeared. Daniel Cross stood inside the exact same hotel suite wearing yesterday’s clothes. Unlike the glamorous actor everyone recognized online, the man onscreen looked terrified. His hands shook while adjusting the camera angle. “If somebody finds this recording,” Daniel said breathlessly, “do not trust the hotel staff. They already know the loops are happening.” Daniel continued speaking rapidly. “Every reset changes details slightly. Rooms change. Timelines shift. People forget things after each death, but the hotel remembers everything.” Julian let out a nervous laugh. “We’re trapped inside haunted Groundhog Day.”

I left it charging, so they could use it for as long as they wanted, and if what ghost hunters said was true, they could also draw energy from the battery at the same time. Back to the kitchen, I put to cook, wondering what I could watch over dinner. YouTube kept suggesting me a compilation of the best paranormal evidence captured by the infamous Haunters. No matter how many times I tapped the option to not show it anymore, it kept popping up. So after checking there was nothing interesting to watch anywhere else, I decided I could always have a good laugh and sat to have dinner and watch the rockstars scream like little girls. The moment Brandon Price started his weird off-camera narration,

“Supernaturals are not permitted to gather. We will scan those present. If you’re supernatural, then we will retain you, if you are not, you are free to continue to patronize this business.” “Because supernaturals would gather in a large, obvious crowd which is sure to attract attention,” Aislen raised an eyebrow. “Sure, that makes sense.” “Are you volunteering to be the first scanned?” The woman Van Helsing replied with a twist of sarcasm. “Only if you scan yourself first,” Aislen replied. “I don’t trust your machines. I think you’d pretend I was a supernatural just because you’d like to arrest me. I wonder how many of your arrests are women? Where do you take them? What do you do to them w

As he got to the lobby, he saw a pretty lady reading newspapers on the chair. As he was about to remove his gaze from her, he suddenly noticed the bracelet she was wearing. The hotel he was staying at wasn’t a Gems Group hotel as all of their hotels in Paris were always booked to capacity around the clock and his aides had to book the presidential suite of this hotel for him. Coincidentally, the hotel was close to the concert venue where he was drugged over a year ago.

Add to that, I was cold, tired and hungry and my inner bitch clearly wanted to come out and play. “Okay then,” Mayham said in a clipped tone, “Let’s say that what you are saying is correct about Illington, then why would someone who claims to have no knowledge of the supernatural be seen frequenting a supernatural venue?” I couldn’t keep the confused look off my face. I had no idea what he was talking about. “Approximately six weeks ago you visited the Persecution nightclub, did you not?” he said, looking down at the file.