Writing A Hotel Review Novels & Stories

The chair were curved in, and it had no colour, instead it had mirror-like stuff for the back cover, then cream coloured insides. He looked closer at the top right corner of the picture and squinted to read out the name written there, then when he was able to read it, he went online to search for it. Luckily for Dylan, it was the name of the hotel, and he was also able to find the ratings. Their food had high ratings, the staff, the interior decorations and the service provided was also rated highly, then there were also nice comments.

Lucas asked, pausing near a mossy boulder to check our rear trail. “I am currently rating this hiking trip zero stars out of five,” I gasped, resting my hands on my thighs and taking a shaky breath. “The service is terrible, the room service is nonexistent and the local wildlife keeps trying to murder us.” Lucas let out a low chuckle, though his eyes remained sharp as he scanned the surrounding trees. “The reviews did warn you about the local wildlife.” “I am going to leave a very angry post online if we survive this,” I muttered, straightening up with a groan. “Preferably after a twelve-hour bath and three plates of pasta.”

Honestly, the pain was becoming unbearable by the second, so much so that I lost track of time. We stopped at an exquisite hotel. It wasn't that big nor was it small, but damn, it was something that shouldn't have been photographed and posted in a magazine to be admired. Crystal lights adorned the entire building as parts of the ground were paved in marble and river stones which oddly seemed to complement each other. The architect and designer of this place needed to be commended for their work. “Ah Miss Osenova!" an elderly man greeted us dressed in a rich gold suit, "I’m so happy to see you again, please make yourself and your friends comfortable. Our guests are treated like our family! If

"Tell Nicki Surridge to come here right now. I'm her brother." The manager cast me a scornful glance. "Every now and then, some relatives of Ms. Surridge will come and try to take advantage of her just because she owns this hotel. How could she possibly make time to see you when she's busy managing the business? "Please hurry up and pay the fine. We have a high table turnover rate here. Many customers are waiting to dine here." Since it was the weekend, the private rooms were all reserved. I was dining in the general dining area.

He announced like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "The what?" Now, she stared at him in disbelief. "Luminous." He provided. "Luminous Hotels." "The same one that won hotel of the year in the country?" She still couldn't believe it. She knew cause they had been given homework to write an essay on it and she had done her research.

Meadow “Woah, This place is bigger than my apartment “ We had checked into the hotel about 20 minutes ago and I basically sprinted out of the lobby to my room. I needed to pee badly. My hotel room was fit for a princess, with large windows and a queen size bed, everything was gold. Brazil was beautiful and colorful, the people were all smiling and there was music in every corner of the city. I think I need to relocate here. On the drive here, I saw a beach about 10 minutes away and I had already made a mental appointment to go.

He smiled upon the thought of it. “Well, in my opinion, this hotel is wonderful for preserving the traditional style. Every staff was friendly and skillful. Not to mention the delicious meal. I give a high score to this hotel. When I return to New York, I’ll make sure to give a good review about this hotel in the online media,” Alfonso praised. Akira’s eyes were glistened in thrill. “Thank you, Mister Garcia. That’s very kind of you.” Siena stared at Alfonso in disbelief. It wasn’t common for him to praise. Was he being happy? Or was there something strange happened on him ever since they came to Japan?

But I had a lot of things to talk with her about. After thinking about it, I observed the hotel's guests. This hotel was relatively large and was the best hotel in this town. Therefore, the guests who came here were also wealthy men. Their requirements were relatively high. The hall, dining hall, cafe, and bar were all well-decorated. There was a pool at the back. It was a perfect place.

The green rolling hills, the winding river and the sultry afternoon put my mood in contentment. I finally arrived at my hotel and checked in with no issue. The front desk clerk was accommodating and polite. I noticed that he had even flirted with me a little, being he probably wasn’t much old than I. His name was Josh, and his Appalachian accent was thick and charming, forcing me to grin. It wasn’t the fanciest hotel I had ever been in, but it was exceptionally clean and comfortable. I was thankful for this.

I knew I would get bored with the flight length, but I'm more excited to be back in the Philippines. I didn't think about how long it would take. I woke up early because I was excited, took a shower, settled the payment before leaving the hotel, and tipped all the kind staff who accommodated me well. I included the chef and food servers. They served me delicious meals for a long time even though it was already late at night. I just call when I need something, and they send someone who will immediately fix or deliver what I need. I was with them for almost three weeks, and if I could rate them 6 stars for their hotel accommodation and hospitality, I would do it. In no case, only up to five, b