Hotel Abu Dhabi Novels & Stories

He turns and smirks showing his one side dimple. "My manners, I'm so sorry. My name is Khaled and you're..." "I'm Daisy and I'm sorry to be rude. Guess my first impression ruined it." Returning his smile. "I love your smile, you're so beautiful hope I don't sound creepy but how long will stay in Dubai I'll love to see you again." "I wish I know but I wasn't told and I came for an official purpose with my bosses. If you want to know I lodge at Le Grande hotel where you saw me having lunch." His eyes widens in alarm.

Alia said as her eyes rooming through the window. In no time they reached Dubai city and then drove for more than fifteen kilometers to one and only royal mirage resort Dubai. We are here! The chauffeur gently said to them. Thank you sir. Alia replied him. It's my pleasure miss to serve you. I hope you enjoy your stay at the resort. The chauffer spoke as he got out to take their suitcases.

"We'll be dealing with this right now, before you have a chance to get the hotel staff to change their stories, or these negotiations are over." The sheik turned red, practically shaking with barely contained rage. "I'm not sure I appreciate your tone, Mr. Parker." Owen stood up, walking to the window. The Burj Khalifa gleamed in the distance, a sand storm preparing to engulf it from behind. "It's a beautiful sight, the tower. The tallest structure in the world. The crown jewel of Dubai." "Please, let's just return to negotiations for now? We can talk about this later," al-Saffar said.

She was seated next to him and he tried to maintain his composure around her. At about 6:05pm, the cars pulled up in front of a seven star, skyscraper hotel which had a private beach and large swimming pools in front of it. As they stepped out of the car, she held herself in awe as her foot stepped on the paved floor. She could see a lot of Arab men and women walking past them as they moved into the hotel reception. The whole place was lit up with beautiful chandelier lights and she couldn't help but awe at the sight.

"Welcome to Dubai. I'll be taking you to your hotel." "Thank you," I said. The drive through Dubai was breathtaking. Towering skyscrapers. Luxury cars everywhere. The streets were wide and clean and everything looked expensive and new. We pulled up to the Burj Al Arab. One of the most iconic hotels in the world. I had seen pictures of it before, but seeing it in person was something else entirely. It looked like a giant sail rising out of the water. Absolutely stunning. The staff greeted me at the entrance with the kind of service that made it clear they knew exactly who I was and who had paid for my stay.

In front of us stood a man-made island. "Burj Al Arab." "That's the hotel. It's tall." I climbed out of the car, still wearing one of Zavi's hoodies. I watched as Zavi gave out his suitcases along with my duffle bag, nodding to me. "Ladies first." "No. I'll go in with you." I grabbed his arm as we walked into the hotel. I almost gasped at this beauty. I opened my mouth, completely in awe of the sight before me. The hotel's rotunda was utterly beautiful, it was a very tall, high building.

Abu Dhabi gleamed ahead — glass towers shimmering under the desert sun, as though the city itself was daring me to try again. And for the first time in years, I didn’t flinch. The hotel was a palace disguised as modern luxury — marble floors polished to glass, chandeliers raining down light, staff bowing as if each guest were royalty. My suite overlooked the skyline, molten gold against the horizon. The emerald gown I’d chosen lay draped across the bed like a present to be unwrapped. I stood at the window, tracing the city’s lines with my eyes, and whispered to my reflection:

The scenery was utterly mesmerising and for a moment, she forgot about the scorching heat hellbent on burning her skin. It was a fifteen minutes walk from where she had asked the cab driver to drop her to Dar al-Fakhoury. She had wanted to admire the view of one of the oldest residential areas in Dubai with its clean white beaches, well tendered parks, jogging tracks, coffee shops, and high end supermakets like Choitram and Spinney's. Jumeirah with all of it's western buildings and attractions that threatened to overrule the Saharan air was still as hypnotising as ever.

They got lots of likes, and reposts. When they arrived at the Atlantis hotel, which was located on the palm island, there they saw some couples playing the couple game, they joined in the competition and won a free spa, and anything from the new stall of the clothing line that was just launched. They visited the Burj Khalifa, Burj Al- Arab, and of course the unmissable site of the Dubai aquarium, dragon mart, Dubai mall, restaurants, eating a whole lot of everything, posting pictures up and down, shopped and shopped... They had a great and wonderful time in Dubai on the day they were to leave Dubai for London they visited the capital of Dubai, Abu Dhabi... from there they connected their fli

want that. "Ria, are we there yet?" "We should be halfway there." It looks like we'll get there shorter than expected, so I have to use the remaining time for surveying the area. |...| Midway and Abu Dhabi are both similar to an extent. Both have structures barely embracing the clouds, both have hordes of people that it's comparable to an ant colony of trillions, and both are by a seashore. The only difference is the architecture. The buildings in Abu Dhabi are more sophisticated and modern.