Petra Moon Luxury Hotel Novels & Stories

"But please just convey all of this to Ms. Petra." "I think Petra would be happier to receive all of that directly from your hands," said a voice behind me. The twin and I turned together. Damian walked towards us with a smile. He looked different in casual clothes, a light blue V-neck t-shirt, black jeans and dark blue sneakers. "Damian?" "Come in, Loreine, and excuse these two guards," Damian said as he opened the door to the room. The two guards bowed their heads respectfully to Damian. The twins and I entered and saw Ms. Petra lying on a large bed in the middle of a luxurious treatment room like a hotel room. Her head was bandaged and her eyes were tightly closed. The sound of a monitor

"I’ve spent the last month in a windowless room in Geneva staring at encrypted server logs and Estonian IP addresses. I need salt air, a horizon that doesn't involve a monitor, and a drink that doesn't taste like high-octane caffeine." Garette personally escorted them to the crown jewel of his hospitality holdings: The Grandeur Sands Resort. It was a secluded, ultra-luxury destination nestled along a private, untouched stretch of the Gulf Coast, accessible only by a single gated road or private pier. The resort was a masterpiece of modern architecture blended with tropical warmth—soaring glass walls that invited the ocean inside, sustainable teak wood accents, and infinity gardens that seeme

Bella was very meticulous in her work; she'd managed to pinpoint the exact location where the car was being stationed at the moment. The Moonlite Imperial Hotel, a five-star hotel whose history could also be traced back to the Royal family. It was once a mansion which was gifted to a young princess by her father. Though the hotel wasn't very big, due to its historical background and beautiful scenery, it was a popular tourist attraction. Those who stayed at this hotel were clearly people who had the money. Evelyn had been there once on a school tour. It was located in a remote part of town, nearly two hours' drive away from her father's company.

" Um, What did you find? " " The one behind all of this is Delilah Peters, the owner of a fashion boutique in town. Her husband Desmond Peters is currently the CEO of Moonlight Hotel and suites, one of the biggest and largest hotels in town, because of this, she often feels like the whole world is under her feet and that everyone must learn to respect her. " " Oh, So what happened that made her do what she did? "

All around her were shelves of documents, years of intelligence records, pack politics, void research, and personal histories of everyone who had ever passed through this place. “You can turn around,” I said. She turned around. Petra was thirty years old, slight and dark-haired, with careful eyes that had always made her look like she was reading a page of text even when she was just looking at a person. Right now those eyes were doing something I had not seen in them before. Not fear. Not guilt. Calculation. Still calculating, even now. “How long have you known?” she asked. “The Moon Goddess gave me your name twenty minutes ago.”

Thankfully, I had the foresight to bring a vehicle large enough to fit all of us, including the security detail, without completely suffocating. "Where to, Lucy?" I ask, turning my head toward her as the doors lock. "The Pendulum," she says casually, focusing all her attention on comforting Betty. My eyebrows jump slightly at the name, leaning back against the leather seat. Who the hell is this George? The President’s son? The Pendulum is the one and only ultra-luxury hotel in Midtown. It was completed less than two months ago, and the exclusivity is so ridiculous that even the Blackwells have to be put on a waitlist just to get a cup of coffee in the lobby.

"Where is she going? Why did you bring her here tonight?" Damian finally turned his head slightly, his profile sharp and completely unbothered by the wreckage he had just caused. "I thought I made myself clear," Damian said flatly, his voice echoing through the silent mansion. "Petra is moving into the master guest suite today. Her luggage is already on its way. She needs a comfortable environment for the pregnancy, and I want her where I can monitor her. Get used to it." With that, he guided Petra up the stairs, leaving Valerie standing alone in the ruins of her anniversary dinner, the unsigned papers heavy in her trembling hands.

"Sir, I'm so sorry! She's new. She doesn't quite understand how it all works yet. Please don't take offense." Hugo snatched the card back, cursed under his breath, and swaggered away. When he walked past me, he swept a lewd glance at my chest, not even planning on hiding it. I gritted my teeth. One thing Jill got wrong was that I might be new, but I recognized that card. It was the Swift Corp Platinum Membership Card. There were only three in the entire world. My parents had one, and my in-laws had one, too. The last one was with me.

"And whenever her father is being particularly controlled about something." Dominic stiffens slightly and looks at the eggs. Callum just grins into his coffee. Petra leaves at nine. She has been here for three days longer than she planned and Gio has been patient in the way of a man who trusts his wife completely and also has a limit. No one is a saint. She packs with the efficient speed of someone who packed fast because she never fully unpacked and she comes to find me in the guest room while I'm stripping the bed. "Leave that," she says.