Wrong Room One Night Novels & Stories

Gavin and I had been married for almost a year, but he always treated me rudely. I looked at the door, still closed as before. Maybe tonight Gavin would come home late as usual. The water on my face turned sad at the thought of the fact that tonight would pass in vain. Okay, I'm okay. Everything will be fine. Even tonight will probably be the same as the previous night; you don't have to be sad. I tried to strengthen myself. Fifteen minutes passed; I turned off the light and decided to sleep on the bed after the room lights were turned off. The 7X9 room was completely dark, apart from a little light source from the window vent.

Something happened between Callahan and me in the hotel room when Bethany made the mistake of giving me Cal's key instead of Bob's. Since high school, we have never kept secrets from each other, but I wanted to keep this to myself. I did not want my best friends to think I was crazy. This room was special, and I just learned how its magic works. Last Saturday, I entered the room at one in the morning. When I woke up, it was Sunday. I tried it again, entering the room before midnight, and when I woke up, it was Sunday again. “I’m cheating,” I mumbled.

as soon as the phone connected, Joanna asked in a low voice, "didn't you say everything's done? what's the matter with the Yates? "these seems to have been a little confusion, Joanna, and it has already been done. Last night, I was waiting for Elsa to get drunk, and then took her to room 3008, what was the Yates room number?" said the voice on the phone. "what? 3008!" Joanna said frantically. "it was 308!" she got Jamie slip a pill in Elsa's wine last night, and when she got drunk, he was supposed to send Elsa to producer lance's room!

But in the dead of night, someone knocked on their door. It was the hotel manager, wearing a polite, regretful expression. "I'm terribly sorry, ladies. This room was already reserved. The front desk clerk is new and mistakenly gave it to you instead. The room was meant for another guest. We've already processed your checkout. Please gather your belongings as soon as possible." Wendy, still groggy from sleep, blinked hard and then widened her eyes. "You've got to be kidding. It's the middle of the night and now you're saying we're in the wrong room? You're kicking us out?!"

Well I had beaten them to it and left the club before the effect of the aphrodisiac started kicking in. I had actually entered the wrong hotel and I did not check in at the room Elan booked for me instead I was in another hotel just opposite my booked hotel. It happened that there are two five star hotel in that area precisely opposite each other and I had entered the wrong one all thanks to my drunkenness. So I was in the wrong hotel and in the wrong room and I had just freely given my virginity to a man I barely knew . NOAH'S POV

“There is one room left, though.” Nathan barely reacted. “We’ll take it.” I, on the other hand, nearly choked on air. “One room?!” The receptionist gave me a patient look, as if I were some flustered newlywed. Nathan turned to me, unbothered. “It’s just for the night.” I stared at him. Then at the woman. Then back at him. One room. One freaking room. Holy shit.

Wong smiled, revealing his brown teeth that kept creeping Jess out as she held on to Jordan, who almost couldn’t contain his laughter. “Okay, sir, will one thousand dollars give us a room number?” Will took out some more money and handed it to him, and he collected it. “Very good, follow me,” he chuckled as he made his way through the corridor of the building and up a crusty staircase. Jordan and Jess followed lastly because she was scared of getting in. “Jess, come on, we need to catch up with them,” Jordan chuckled as she kept delaying their movements. “Doesn’t this place scare you, Jordan? It’s like a drug den,” she said as her eyes darted around, throwing Jordan and Dominic into fits of

I guess this is what they call a one-night stand—something you just want to forget ever happened. Despite the soreness in my body, I quickly dressed and left the room. As I stepped into the hallway, a question nagged at me. How did this man end up in Vaness’s room? Why did he bring me to the wrong room? I checked the key number, 508—it was correct. But as I looked at the door number on my way out, I was shocked to see the number 500 instead. My heart pounded as I quickly shut the door behind me.

Logan walked into the master bedroom, the intoxicating scent of mint trailing behind him from his post-shower glow. Alessia, having just bathed and changed, sat up in bed. ‘I thought you said this room is mine for tonight.’ ‘I did.’ Logan smirked. ‘I thought we could share.’ She got up. ‘I’ll just sleep in one of the guest rooms then.’ ‘They are all occupied.’ ‘You don’t have any guests.’ ‘Then they are all under repair.’ Alessia rolled her eyes. ‘I’m too tired for your games, Logan.’

Alicia blurted, her words tumbling out in frustration. “Name and room number?” “Adams Alicia. Room 210.” He clicked around on the computer, then nodded with infuriating calm. “That’s your room.” Her jaw hit the floor. “What? With a guy? And with just one bed? No, no, no. I need a change immediately.” “No more rooms,” he said, monotone. “Adjustments will be made tomorrow.” “Tomorrow?” Alicia nearly screeched. “Do you know how many terrible things can happen between now and tomorrow? What if he’s some serial killer? What if he’s secretly filming me? What if...”