Writing A Hotel Review Novels & Stories

[Fiona’s POV] Gabriel really did a good job picking this hotel. It was homely, the elderly couple that greeted us at the reception and everyone who showed us to our room. They were both friendly and welcoming, and it made me happy. “This place is cool,” I say happily looking around, it was not a five-star hotel. It was a few stories, built with every architectural care needed. “Yes, it is,” he says, his face is clearly genuine, it might not be a five-star golden heights, but it is enough for me.

That's why he didn't actually care to read reviews on the place that he booked. The hotel wasn't too shabby and it was located very near the airport. The hotel seemed to be built recently, because the last time Warren visited, there was no such place. Location wise, it was a perfect bet. Signing in wasn't a problem at all. The receptionist was friendly and for a price of 1000 dollars per night, with breakfast included, Warren thought that he actually scored quite big.

Her exhausted body was screaming inside to kick the person who had taken her room illegally. " We are sorry. We are ready to pay -" " Shut up. You are disappointing. As a VIP hotel, you should be an example of being perfect and no discrimination. I deserve what I booked." Leaving a star and with an honest review on the website, She walked out kinda heartbroken. She thought she would be able to get a peaceful sleep today. Disappointed, she headed out, walking towards the lobby, She looked at her phone. It was already 8 pm and she didn't have a proper meal. She was famished.

Dina should be very good and experienced at these kinds of things and I shouldn’t have to worry in her place. “Umm…thanks,” I thanked the young lady politely before heading to my hotel room. The hotel room was a standard and modest one, but I liked its modern touch, plus the online reviews did say that this hotel was clean and had good and friendly staff. After taking a quick warm shower and washing my hair, I emerged from the bathroom with a white robe wrapped around my body and my hair still dripping wet. It was quite disappointing that my phone had not rung even once even though I had turned off its silent mode.

I told my friend, just as his car pulled to a stop on the hotel grounds. "Wow! Dad, this hotel is lovely," Kevin said, getting out of the car. "Yeah," I agreed with my son as I got out of the car too. We stood at the front of the magnificent five-star hotel. It wasn't a skyscraper, but Edwin used the latest gadgets and gold to design the hotel. It felt heavenly and homely, like you are in a palace. However, as I glanced to my left, a woman dressed like a chef caught my attention with her red hair and also, white apron tied at her front.

I didn’t think he meant to keep that piece of information from me, but I made a mental note to ask him later. The hotel we were staying at was the Chipton, a high-class hotel for the elite, the kind of place that screamed wealth and luxury. It was absolutely beautiful, glowing under the dim exterior lights and the tall trees surrounding the entrance created a forest-like illusion. I liked it. Nathaniel helped me out of the car, his hand steady in mine as he led me toward the front desk. A pretty blonde greeted us with a polished smile. She wore a sharp red blazer, her pin-straight hair pulled into a high ponytail.

He nodded and pulled away from the curb. I watched the town pass by through the window. The streets were the same. The buildings were the same. But everything felt different. We passed the high school. The hockey rink. The diner. The diner. I looked away. The hotel was small and quiet. Twelve rooms. A lobby that smelled like old carpet and lemon cleaner. The woman at the front desk handed me a key and told me checkout was at eleven. I took the stairs to the second floor and let myself into room 204.

Too heavy. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The water took a moment to heat up. When steam started rising, she stepped under the spray and let it wash over her. Hot. Almost too hot. But it felt good. Kira closed her eyes and stood there, letting the water run down her back, her shoulders, her arms. For the first time all day, she could breathe. The hotel was a disaster. Worse than she’d expected. The staff was demoralized. The reviews were terrible. The supplies were cheap. And Adrian’s company had been taking advantage of them for years.

We sit like that staring at the fire with Haley resting her head on my shoulder until we fall asleep The following day I wake up to the scent of the most desired aroma in the world. Did I forget to mention that this hotel provides the best room service?—the service is exquisite. We have breakfast then after it, a masseur gives us the best massage I have ever had—his hands were heavenly. How could one be blessed with such soft palms

"It's obvious that this is an internal strife. They're trying to get rid of the new management." "I'm a guest at Q Hotel. I'm the lottery winner. The hotel accused me of misleading people online. Are you serious? I complimented your hotel, and this is how you treat me? They even forced me to delete my review. This is outrageous! I can't even leave a positive review now." "Don't you see? This is a scheme to push out the new management." "And they have the audacity to claim they value customers? I was hesitant to book a room earlier, and now there's no vacancy. Mr. Carver needs to explain himself!"