Novel Hotel Abu Dhabi Novels & Stories

My hands itched to open my phone, which I had not touched for some days now, and confirm the lady's words, but I still had to focus on getting Mia her dress. Eric was silent for most of the ride back to our hotel room. We were lodged on a five-star hotel in Dubai on the getaway that he had planned for us. Mia could not get enough of the beauty and elegance of the country. He had gotten a family room for us, which had an adjoined room for children. After I had put Mia to bed, I got settled in. I had just taken my beauty bath and finished dressing in my nightgown. I had mixed feelings about sleeping on the same bed with my ex-husband turned husband.

She believes things will turn for the better some day. “Grandville!” She called the name of the hotel, her eyes scanning every single detail. She stared at the package in her hand and back at the gigantic hotel glaring back at her. The hotel had a famous Iconic structure that appeared tremendously deserving of being the biggest and largest hotel in Houston. Only the rich could afford to book a room in such a hotel and she wondered who it was that placed an order for a food delivery. "Room 909," Amanda muttered as she looked at the card in her hand and the placard which contained the room number on the wall. The air around her seems to thicken, her breath shallower with a faint sheen of sweat

Halima steps out of the Peugeot 206 and slips the key into her bag. She switches off her phone mobile data as she exits the G****e maps app. She looks up at the hotel, Fauchon L'hotel Paris. With a deep breath, Halima prays Allahumma innee as'aluka min nuhoorihim wa a'udhubika min shuroorihim. That being done, Halima enters the hotel and checks in and she was given her room key. She takes the elevator as their bellhop follows her with her luggage. Once in front of the room, she opens it and the only word that comes out of her mouth is wow.

The palm is a resort with water and marine animal parks. The population is 3:331 million. I was taken to one of the best hotels, a metropolitan hotel in Dubai, a very good hotel, 9km from centre and cost 29dollars per night. Dubai is a tourist attraction and a capital city, one of the wealthiest of the seven emirates that constitute the federation of the United Arab Emirates created in 1971 following independence from Great Britain. I came there depressed and never knew I bumped into a man.

The more I thought about it, the worse the logic became. The car took us into the busy streets of Abu Dhabi, so different than Dubai in startling ways that it had me in awe looking out the window of the town car we were in. Too bad the circumstances of our visit had come to this. I really would've loved to explore the city and all of its glory. Though I had a feeling once we were finally done with all of this, I'd never want to step foot on these streets again. When we arrived at the hotel, Rashid helped me out of the car and followed Javier and Salama inside and up to our room.

After Abdullah had left, riding off into the desert with several of his men, great clouds of dust and sand billowing behind them, Amira went back to her tent. To her surprise, she saw a book—The Making of Modern United Arab Emirates—had been placed on her bedside table. Was Abdullah being thoughtful, she wondered, or mocking?

We got in the limousine after everything we bought had been put in the booth. And the chauffeur drove us.. "How do you get in?" Spencer asked a man in a suit sitting in our car. "Good day lady and gentlemen.. I will be speaking on behalf of Damon.. Which hotel did you want to lodge in... Emirates Palace, Abu Dhabi, UAE which is furnished with gold and marble and many royal families and dignitaries like Sir Damon spend their night there whenever they come to Dubai. It costs above $980 per night but it’s worth the 1.3 km pristine beach, landscaped pools and a private marina overlooking the bay – perfect for a once-in-a-lifetime holiday" He said.

Laylah glanced at her and sighed. "Is that all? That’s not a problem," Laylah said with a smile, taking Abigail’s hand and leading her into the hotel. Abigail couldn't resist. As they entered the grand lobby, Abigail's eyes widened at the opulence. Chandeliers sparkled like a sea of diamonds, and the scent of fresh flowers filled the air. The hotel was bustling with elegantly dressed guests, all excitedly chatting and heading toward the grand ballroom.

"Yes. On the third floor. Reservation in the name of Dean Alde--I mean Dean Gilbert." She did not say anything to the man named Arif, stepped carefully into the main lobby of the hotel, which was greeted with a dim atmosphere like being on the beach--even though the hotel was located quite far from the nearest beach area in Rose city. As far as she could tell from the appearance of the hotel and both of the exteriors also the interiors of the hotel building, the nearest beach from his current location was a hundred kilometres away, so if she were, to be honest, the existence of a beach-themed hotel in an area far from the beach was a little strange idea for her.

She was glad that in a country like Nigeria, a young man could be able to achieve all of this. "Wow, I don't know you and all but I just want to say I am proud of you for achieving all of this and I am sorry about your father. I am sure he's proud of you." She felt she just had to say that. He felt warm hearing her say that,"Thank you. " "So what's the name of the hotel and what should we expect from the hotel?" She asked looking at her note. "Familia hotel and definitely luxury. From the rooms, to the condos, the penthouses. The halls, the food, pools, everything is going to be top notch. "