New York Edition Hotel Review Novels & Stories

The birthday party was held at Emerald Hotel, a place where only the high and mighty had a chance to step into. Emerald Hotel was one, if not the finest hotels in the city of New York. Some believed it was owned by the presidency, and only movers and shakers of New York were opportuned to visit it. Grandmas Sophie and Cindy arrived at the hotel in the company of Zara, both set of twins and Penny. While Sophie, Zara, and Cindy exchanged greetings with the guests, Becca, Bella, and Penny pulled the kids into the hall.

The hotel's inability to be reliable, the fact that we were trapped here, or the fact that he was still angry from my coldness at him during our dinner at the rooftop? With Roman Adams, one could never know. “I’m sorry about this, Nyssa. Apparently, the Stem might not be the best hotel in New York city as I've always insisted. Can't believe this is happening in this modern day and age.” I nodded, lowering my eyes to the floor. Had he just apologized? “It's understandable. Most hotels don't check their elevators or do maintenance regarding them. I think they'll take note of that now.” When he looked at me after my answer, there was a light in his eyes, as if he was looking at me for the first

so he must have been living in his clan headquarters for the past few months. It took thirty minutes to reach the hotel. Waldorf Astoria occupies one of the oldest buildings built in New York, and its original structure is still preserved to this day. The gray brick building stands tall amidst the other skyscrapers. Looking from the outside, this hotel building looks contrasting compared to the modern office buildings around it. Dostov really likes antique and traditional things, anyway, his youthful face couldn't hide his real age.

The hotel, situated in the Bowery section of Manhattan was quite impressive, with its seemingly twisted tower, a modern architectural work of art, twenty-one stories tall, comprised of glass on all sides. The bags were whisked from the car trunk directly inside. Ava waited while Chase shook Gino’s hand and slipped him a folded bill. Chase placed his hand in the small of Ava’s back. “Ah yeah, Hollywood, you were definitely slumming with the places we’ve been staying.” The front door, at least fifteen feet tall and nine feet wide, swung open and she had her personal welcoming committee ushering her inside the postmodern, oriental-themed lobby. “Miss Cooper! We’re so happy to have you back in N

Quite ironic, as he was interested in her personal life and kept asking about it. They arrived in New York at ten at night. Gregório Villa-Lobos accompanied Camila to the New World Hotel, one of the largest and most luxurious five-star hotels in New York, which they owned. He introduced her to the hotel's manager, Dave Parker, and showed him to his suite. It was a luxurious suite with a living room, dining room, and small kitchen. The bathroom was very pretty, with a pearly tub, white stone floor, and gold-framed mirrors. The gym was filled with mirrors and gleaming hardwood floors. Equipped with a treadmill, exercise bike and weights. The four-poster bed in the center of the room was certai

It us one of the best in central New York. The receptionist greeted us with her sweet smile. We gave our names, and she checked through some details in her list and gave a room key. We got the keys. Daksh took hold of my hand, and we walked to the elevator. Soon we reach our suite, which was quite spacious and comfortable. I opened the window. Cool fresh air hit my face. I look at whole city. I'm so happy to get the room in the top-most floor of that hotel. Daksh came to me, and I look at him, "Daksh, see there. It's so wonderful!"

MASON The moment I unlocked the hotel room and stepped inside, I dropped my bag and exhaled hard. The room was quiet, spacious, polished and ridiculously expensive. There was a bottle of overpriced red wine on the glass table and floor-to-ceiling windows showing off the Manhattan skyline. The kind of room you booked if you wanted the world to know you’d made it. But me? I didn’t care. Not about the view. Not about the thread count. Not about the champagne chilling in the corner, waiting to be opened.

He is still smiling at me. "408" I looked around to find room 408. 404 406 "Villarante" I turned to Raiko and frowned at him. "I will introduce you to Crisha." He said. I just nodded and smiled in answer. Raiko knocked on the door of unit 408 while I was looking around. In fairness, the Royal Times Square Hotel is okay. It is one of the most famous hotels in New York. It is also known as one of my hotel's competitors.

He has a job to do and really I'm just another paying customer. Wow the entrance is amazing and the building is so tall, I couldn't tell you how many floors up it is at this precise moment in time. A man stands outside in his uniform and greets m. I walk through the imposing glass fronted entrance into the foyer and it is breath-taking with its art deco dark and cream marble floor and marble steps a bit further in front of me. This is opulent and somewhere I'd never ordinarily be able to afford. I want to hug myself that I am standing inside one of the best hotels in New York city. Whoever would have thought it. Me, little Ava Gardner from a small town back home in Chicago. I sigh with conte

Damien asked and she turned to him. “Yes.” “You will eat when we get to the hotel.” “Hotel? How long are we going to be in New York?” “Probably a day or two.” “Can I really not go to visit my parents?” “No.” He replied and she sighed. They got to the front of the hotel and got down, the hotel is the best in New York, no doubt Damien could afford it. They both walked in while their guards carried their bags, they walked straight to an elevator and got in.