Was Paris Hilton In Supernatural Novels & Stories

Should she tell them that she was the crying ghost from last night? “Do you think this hotel is haunted?” Paige asked softly. Sierra said, “Haunted?” Could it be? Paige said, “Yeah, like a ghost. I heard a woman crying last night, and ghosts usually lure people by crying.” Sierra and Randall were silenced again, not knowing how to react to the news. In the end, Sierra decided to tell the truth. “It was me crying last night.” “Huh?” Paige looked at her sister in shock. It turned out it was Sierra crying last night.

Billie. We landed in Paris just as the sun was beginning to set. The drive to the hotel was quiet, and when we stepped into the suite, I stopped in the doorway, completely stunned. It was breathtaking. High ceilings, elegant cream and gold furnishings, a living area, and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a sweeping view of the Eiffel Tower in the distance. Silas set his bag down and turned to me. “I have to attend a meeting,” he said. “You can do whatever you want in the suite, but don’t leave.”

Wren “Are you sure you can’t check one more time?” The ginger receptionist, whom I was pretty sure was a vampire, judging by the pointy fangs peeking out as she gave me a tight smile right before typing something into the system. Once again, she met my gaze and, in a thick accent, said, “I’m sorry, but there are no rooms available. Could I recommend going to the Grand Hyatt?” The Grand Hyatt wasn’t a regular hotel. It was mainly for the elite supernaturals and humans who could afford it.

"I know we're getting a view, and I want the best stuff for you and to make our trip perfect~" "I want a rose," I told him simply. I turned the radio on to where Fall out Boy was on. "Other than that.... I think that's it.... a balcony sounds perfect." He smiled and nodded. "Okay, I'll have them put a beautiful rose on your pillow," he promised me and started to type on his phone. "Oh~ There we go. This room has a balcony and a view of the Eiffel tower. It's got a nice bathroom too... pretty big bathtub, and it's a honeymooner's suite. It's pretty much made for romance and comfort. The room is decorated lavishly," he purred to me. "They'll bring you breakfast in bed too if you want it... and

“We can't. Only Makunde's mother can kill him." Modupe had never felt so humiliated in her entire life. Her whole crew had been banned and thrown out of the hotel on the charges that Shirley and Roy had been detained on the charges of murder. The hotel manager had said that their customers were not comfortable living in the same building with murderers. That night, they were homeless and hopeless, how could they find the baby and put an end to all this if they were banned from the hotel? How could she explain to the police that a demon was the one killing people and not her team mates?

I smiled loving this place already. I headed to the nearest ATM and took out as much money as it would let me. I then headed to the nearest hotel for us supernaturals. I knew of a very famous one here. When I entered I could smell the intermingling scents of vampires, fairies, witches, you name it.

Susannah said, moving ahead of Dave and Carson which got the two guys laughing, and instantly, the unknown figures vanished. " Wait, where did they go?". Susannah asked, looking everywhere. "Maybe they are ghosts". Dave said and laughed. "Come on, are ghosts real?". Carson replied to him with a question. "Are you fucking kidding me?. Beasts exist, werewolves exist and you're telling ghosts don't exist?". Dave replied to him hilariously. "Guys, I can sense Princess Diana's presence". Susannah said which made Dave and Carson move closer to her.

It seemed to them that New York has been cursed and that one by one, people would start dying without reason at all. With slumped shoulders, they prowled back inside the hotel. It’s a bad year for them, and they fear what the manager would say about it. The manager and Celestine were still fixing the problem with regards to a V.I.P. who was, for some inexplicable reason, got pierced by a shard of glasses. The Martins were at the security department. They were trying to find out what happened to their daughter, but it turned out, the hotel’s cameras didn’t work in Zheira’s room.

I was ready to stay in this role until I grew old and gray. After the boss left, I settled into my usual routine of sneaking in some downtime. The front desk job was usually pretty dull. After the morning rush, only a handful of people trickled in throughout the day. The hotel had surveillance cameras in the hallways, but unfortunately, the boss-controlled rooms were off-limits to monitoring. I couldn’t see what was happening inside, but the occasional bloodcurdling screams from the back told me plenty. Every now and then, a player would stumble out of a room, drenched in blood and visibly shaken. Just as they’d start to feel a shred of relief, crimson tentacles would shoot out from another

Matt joked, looking at me. “Hey…welcome to Paris” he said, taking my hand, leaning forward, and planting a kiss on my palm. I blushed he was such a gentleman. We were parked in front of a huge hotel, it seemed it’s a five stars hotel, I walked behind Harris, who has already booked a suite for us. We stepped inside the elevator, “You can call for room service whenever you want, if you needed something or something was up, call this number, only if it’s urgent” he said, I nodded, what does he mean if something was up?