Wrong Room One Night Novels & Stories

“I mean, if you know his name, you could call the hotel and ask what room he’s in. Hopefully he’ll still be there.” “That’s the problem,” Taliana said, blowing out the breath she’d been holding. “I can’t remember his name.” Marissa bit her lip as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. “That could be a problem.” “You think?” Taliana shot her an exasperated look. “I don’t remember his name, I don’t remember the room number, and I don’t remember what the hell possessed me to even sleep with him!” She plopped onto the floor when her legs decided they didn’t want to support her anymore. “This is a disaster.”

I looked down at the key card in my shaking hand. Through the wall, Derek said something I couldn't hear because the blood in my ears was too loud. I was sitting on the wrong bed, in the wrong room, with the taste of copper on my lip and a stranger's fingerprints still on my skin. In the hallway, my hands were shaking. Room 619 616. I had gone to the wrong room. My boyfriend was in 616. With my best friend. I stared at the door I'd just fled from. Then who the hell had just been touching me?

“Bed.” There was a private room connected to the lounge through a short internal door — smaller than the mirrored room, darker than the main lounge, dominated by one large bed with clean black sheets that someone had clearly reserved for late-night use. Roman led her in. The others followed. The door shut. The lock turned. No more party traffic. No more inventory. Just the five of them and the end of the night.

ONE NIGHT DEAL (One Night Love’s Book 2) Blurb: In order to find the truth about their son’s case and whereabouts, Freya and Jacob decided to make a ONE NIGHT DEAL. Pretense, denial, deception, and secret love. They planned a game, but what if fate also played with them? Can they win the game of love? Is there a chance for a complete and a happy family, or will it be completely destroyed by those who oppose their unity?

Her face roamed the room which appeared too luxurious and huge for what she had booked. No, this wasn't what she booked. This black and white theme was seemingly customized. No wonder there weren't bright lights. She figured that this was indeed the room of the man on the bed. Her heart began to thump, her headache becoming worse. Realizing that she had checked into the wrong room, she decided to flee, though it was in the middle of the night. She picked her hand bag and without as much as another glance on the bed, she reached the door when a weak and gravelly voice spoke, "help me."

Leo went to the right while Richard walked to the left side. On the other hand, Sara and Nancy returned back to their small rental room in the Capital. The room they rented is small and is very dirty. But they can only afford that room. The motel is in a very seedy area in the city. There is a single cot pushed to one side of the room while a small outdated TV is placed on one wall. Apart from that, there is no other furniture in the room. That TV is always turned on. They tried to turn it off, but that old remote is not working. So they ignored it.

Brian couldn't fall asleep all night. Elise did not go anywhere and did not do anything in her apartment, according to her assistant, Jhon. However, he still felt annoyed that she dared to yell at him. He, who had always been on top of things, certainly did not accept her humiliation.

The man and woman making out in the other room immediately covered themselves with a blanket The man that tried to assault her lay unmoving on the floor next to the bed in the other room the wall collapsed into. And next to the broken wall was the stranger whose car Elsie entered the other day. His brown eyes shot deadly stares at the almost-dead man on the floor Earlier, Damien was in his private room on the third floor, at One Night, his favourite club, giving in to his desires. Chelsea, the top slut at the club had her legs around his waist as she kissed all over his neck and seductively unbuttoned his shirt.

"Sorry my Queen, I'm trying to make you sleep in the best way I know. Or is there any other method you like that you intend to tell me of?" "Connor!!!!" She groaned. "Yes baby, I'm all yours. I love it so much when you call me by my name." "My room isn't soundproof?" She explained. "So?" "Don't be dumb, we are gonna wake everyone in the house. Jayden's room is next door." "What are you trying to tell me? Be direct. Don't go through corners." He said, applying pressure, and playing with her nipples. "I'm not trying to tell you anything. You're the one distracting me." She moaned, trying to keep her voice low.

It’s not exactly the Ritz, but it’s better than sleeping in the car. He unlocks the door, and we step inside. The room is small, with a single bed, a small couch, a rickety table, and a TV that looks like it hasn’t worked in years. “Home sweet home,” I mutter, dropping my bag on the floor. He chuckles, leaning against the doorframe. “It’s just for one night. Try to survive.” I roll my eyes, but I can’t help the small smile that tugs at my lips. Despite everything, there’s something comforting about having him here.