Hotel Istanbul Novels & Stories

About how I ended up engaged to one of the most dangerous mafia bosses in Moscow. Thankfully, he didn’t ask. I wasn’t sure I was ready to answer. soon, we arrived at kai’s hotel, The Ritz-Carlton, one of the most expensive hotels in Moscow costing over $700 per night. The moment we stepped into Kai’s hotel suite, I barely spared a glance at the lavish surroundings. I was too tired to care about the ridiculous luxury of it all. Instead, I walked straight to the nightstand and set the bag of supplies down.

It was past midnight when we descended near the Bosphorus, just a few kilometers away from our designated base. The hotel was our designated base. And not just any hotel. Alrvena Luxe. Owned by one of my wealthiest clients, a discreet oil mogul from Abu Dhabi who owed me more than a few favors. The place was a fortress cloaked as luxury. It is hidden beneath street level in the heart of Istanbul’s financial district, invisible to casual passersby. Modern surveillance, underground parking with iris scanners, bulletproof glass suites, private elevators, and zero press. The average man couldn’t book a night there even if he had gold bricks in his name.

She managed to throw off the car that was tailing her and with her small bag slung over her shoulder, she leapt out of the moving cab as it sedately rounded a corner. She had already paid the driver in advance, with instructions to him to keep driving to a hotel that was reputed and in the centre of the city. Tucked into the hillside above the Adriatic, the Hotel Svetlana was the kind of place that didn’t appear on most maps. A modest, three-story building with sun-worn shutters and a red-tiled roof, it clung to the cliffs like it had grown there, weathered and stubborn. Vines curled up its stone façade, framing balconies where the scent of strong coffee mingled with sea breeze.

he gave her permission to speak. "Please change hotel for ur event ..... Please book Grand Hyatt, it's five star hotel nd even u know the owner personally". "I also have good professional relations with owner of ITC Maratha ..... I won't risk my image ..... My staff had talked with them .... Deal is done" he finished his drink and she dropped her shoulders in disappointment.

Lale did her best pointing out the glorious buildings which stood out among the rest, giving Najmah a brief history. "You should definitely see the Aya Sofya and oh yeah the Yerebatan Sarnıçı, the blue mosque also. Oh God! There are so many places I need to show you but not today, maybe next time. I'll be your essential tour guide in the great city of Istanbul," Lale bobbed her head up and down as she maneuvered through the traffic. She drove to Istinye Park and parked the car in the underground parking lot. They got out of the car and went towards the Life Style Center section of the park which was an open-air town square housing a green central park and Fashion District.

I thanked them and was off into the big maze of a hotel, accompanied by the porter. The hotel is a ten-story building that covered a large expanse of land, one of its kind in the little, bubbly town of Umende. It had state-of-the-art features but according to my research on it, it had been erected for ages past and has been renovated to suit the century.

She is staring at me. "Yes, I own the hotel where you are staying." She lets out a slow whistle. I can understand why since it is a sprawling five star hotel at the upper end of luxury set amidst hazelnut groves and vineyards. I refrain from telling her that I am the proud owner of over five hundred similar establishments and on-going projects in new to us areas, for example Morocco.

--- Honeymoon – Day 1 to 35 Istanbul, Turkey — Days 1 to 3 They landed in exotic Istanbul and were greeted by a private transfer that took them straight to a five-star hotel overlooking the Bosphorus. Zoe was mesmerized by the grand architecture, while Arthur watched only the brightness in his wife’s eyes. Their three days were a whirlwind of romance and culture: a moonlit dinner cruise along the Bosphorus, an unforgettable evening at the panoramic Mikla Restaurant, and visits to Hagia Sophia, the Blue Mosque, and Topkapi Palace. Zoe wandered through each corridor in awe — and Arthur never let go of her hand.

Kate replied politely and got out of the car. The hotel that Kate was standing in front of didn‘t look luxurious from the outside. It was more like the kind of hostel where tourists stayed when looking for a cheap place to stay. The name of the hotel could not be discerned through the dense creepers that had grown around and covered part of the outer wall. However, the initial view was rather deceptive because inside there was a complete contrast with the view from outside. Standing on the pavement, it was hard to imagine that there were large spaces inside, but the hotel lobby was surprisingly luxurious and spacious. The walls were covered with state-of-the-art plasma screens, on which prom

asked JC as he put his arm around Anna's shoulder in the limousine that was moving at a steady speed. The windshield was lowered by JC so they could enjoy the view of the Aegean Sea that stretched along the road they were on. The air that smells salty typical of the beach enters the car along with the wind that blows quite hard. It didn't take long for the limousine driver to take them to the luxurious Astro Palace Hotel. The hotel has a corner view directly to the Aegean Sea and has a private pool in each room. The receptionist greeted JC and Annastacia very friendly in English. After completing the check-in process, the receptionist handed the room key card to JC and asked the bellboy to b