Novel Hotel Abu Dhabi Novels & Stories

It is already 6:09 pm, and the guests are slowly marching themselves forward. I observe the face of the hotel. It seems that its design is inspired by a fusion of The Great Shaikh Zayed Grand Mosque of Abu Dhabi and The Fullerton Hotel found in Singapore. It’s breathtakingly beautiful the hairs on my arms start to stand. I feel so small standing here in front of this beautiful and huge man-made sepulcher. Everything found on the exterior of the hotel does not equal what’s inside tho.

Sounds a little too familiar. We pull up at the hotel a little while later. I look up at the giant building in front of us. Wow. We’re staying at the iconic Burj al Arab. We get out of the car, and I stare up at the building in awe. “Wow.” “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Cole says, coming to stand beside me. I nod wordlessly. “Yours will be just as stunning, if not more so.” I look over at Cole and smile at him. He gestures for us to walk into the hotel, and my jaw almost hits the floor when I look around the interior. When I say the pictures don’t do it justice, I mean it. While Cole went to get the keys to our suite, I explore the lobby. I stare up at the ceiling as Cole walks over to me, he looks

She was determined not to see him, or talk to him face to face or otherwise. Since his arrival in Abu Dhabi, Paxton tried to keep himself busy. But all the meetings, conferences, business breakfasts, lunches, or dinners couldn’t help him at all. His mind was still on her. He missed Rhiannon like crazy. More than anything, Paxton wanted Rhiannon here, his special guest at the “Desert Dream”, one of the most luxurious hotels in the United Arabic Emirates, a hotel he helped build.

We were considering different tourist spots which are cheaper and affordable for Indians like Bali, Vietnam, Dubai, Abudhabi, Thailand, Maldives and so on. Tanvi had a liking towards Dubai as she is a hardcore fan of Shah Rukh Khan and Tom Cruise. And their film Happy new year and Mission impossible were shot in Dubai so when I put forth the idea of building a hotel in foreign country, she was adamant that I go for Dubai and she will invite Shah Rukh Khan for inauguration. I being extremely in love with my wife agreed to her idea without any argument. And now here we are in Dubai, all set to take our first step to build our hotel in a foreign land.

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.

Ignacio had booked a suite for us, and as we entered, I was blown away by the luxurious décor. The suite had a spacious living room, a dining area, and a bedroom with a king-sized bed. There was also a balcony that offered a breathtaking view of the city. We freshened up and decided to explore the city. Ignacio had arranged for a private tour guide to take us around, and we spent the day visiting some of Dubai's famous landmarks. We saw the Burj Khalifa, the world's tallest building, and the iconic Burj Al Arab, a luxury hotel shaped like a sailboat. We also visited the Dubai Mall, one of the largest malls in the world, and had a delicious lunch at one of the restaurants.

“Alright, let’s get out of here. I’ve got a surprise for you.” He takes my hand and leads the kids and me out to a sleek black car waiting outside the terminal. The drive through the shimmering streets of Dubai is surreal. Skyscrapers stretch into the sky, gleaming with glass and gold. The kids press their faces to the windows, oohing and aahing at the incredible sights. I lean my head back against the seat, trying to enjoy it, but the tiredness is creeping back in. Soon, we pull up in front of the most luxurious hotel I’ve ever seen. It’s massive, with towering arches and golden domes that glitter under the sun. Fountains gush in the courtyard.

Verosha wanted to make sure of what she was hearing from them. “Yes, we want to implement the new ideas for the hotel.” they agreed to the idea and Verosha was very glad with their respond. “Alright, the three new branches of Artistic Hotel & Restaurant will be the first representative of new ideas of Artistic Hotel Restaurant as the first luxury condo with high-security features and accommodations. It will be called an Artistic Condo & Restaurant Deluxe.” She smiled as she informed them that they were the first persons who she let branching her own restaurant internationally.

Bella lay flat on her back, her eyes tracking the ceiling fan as it spun in a dizzying, rhythmic blur. This hotel—this gilded cage in the heart of Dubai—felt less like a luxury suite and more like a circle of hell. Clad only in a plush white robe that felt like lead against her skin, she let out a jagged sigh and drifted toward the private balcony. Outside, the sky had begun to weep.

I made lists at 2 am, the kind that never actually help but feel necessary anyway, weighing what I’d be walking back into against what I’d already survived walking away from. When I finally did respond, I asked to meet in person, somewhere neutral again, not the palace, not my apartment, just a quiet corner of a park where regular people walked their dogs and complained about traffic, completely oblivious to the fact that a prince was sitting on a bench nearby in sunglasses and a baseball cap, trying his best to look like nobody in particular. He’d gotten better at the disguise thing since the last time, though he still stood too straight, still had that unmistakable stillness that comes fro