Books Like Unreasonable Hospitality Novels & Stories

"But last night, you seemed to want that very thing when you pulled me." I shot up from my chair, putting distance between us. "That was because I was drunk!" ------------------------ Liam stood up, adjusting his coat and said, "There are rules you need to follow, Miss Brown. First, don’t lay a hand on my child. Second, respect my privacy. Third, there are areas in the house that are off-limits. Fourth, don’t take him out without my permission. Fifth, I don’t want any man visiting the house whether he is your friend or boyfriend."

James didn’t speak to me all last night or this morning. Well, unless you count the rude comments, he made on the bus when I shut his mouth up for hassling the new girl. Riko is really a nice person after getting to talk to her. It’s not her fault the dumb Frost brothers have set their sights on her without thinking or caring about what it would do to her reputation.

"She's already filled the space she's got and she's storing them in here." Swigging at the beer, I prise off a lid, looking at a couple of titles. Turn Right at Machu Picchu, Mark Adams... Lands of Lost Borders: A Journey on the Silk Road, Kate Harris... The Innocents Abroad, Mark Twain... A whole stack of Bill Bryson titles... Bit of a theme going on there. Wonder if she wants to travel? Get back to the point... "Michael, I mean no offence, but I have to say this. I know they are your family, but you need to keep those dried-up harpies you call aunts either under control or away from Charlotte.

she asked, voice roughened but amused. I gestured to the bag I hadn’t unpacked yet. “Hospitality kit. Crackers, soup, ‘sick soda,’ gross gelatin cups, tea. Comfort contraband: blanket, slippers, the aforementioned PJ lemons. And these.” I lifted the three paperbacks from the sack and placed them on the coffee table like offerings to a household god. “Don’t kill me. Your wish list was public. I’ll repent if needed.” She stared, then covered her face with her hands and made a noise that sounded like her heart got lighter. “You big, ridiculous man.” She peeked through her fingers, eyes bright. “Which one first?”

“Since you’re back, are you going to pick the next book?” I blinked. “Me?” “Of course,” she said, smiling. “You’ve been gone. You deserve the honor.” Everyone nodded expectantly. I looked down at the stack of books on the table, my fingers brushing across their covers. My hand paused on a novel about love, identity and societal expectations. This book will give them a glimpse of what I passed through during my absence. I smiled softly. “How about this one?” Brent groaned. “Oh no, not another depressing tragedy. Can’t we read something with a hopeful romance?”

I felt heat start to pool low and a blush start to crawl up my neck. "About his ability to make himself everyone's problem." "Well, that tracks. At least from the little bit I've known him." She leaned closer to Rowan's section and started reading the titles off like she was browsing a bookstore. The books were a chaotic mix, some genuinely useful, others questionably so, but all jammed together in no particular order. She pointed to the first spine, reading it outloud, her voice dripping with judgement. "How to Win and Argument Without Throwing a Punch."

“Why are you helping me? I'm from an enemy pack. I could do anything to you, even in your sleep.” “You can't do anything, by the way,” he snorted, and every ounce of attraction I had dispersed into thin air. “Concerning my reason for helping you, for one, I do not trust you. I'm just being hospitable and polite as it is the kingly thing to do. I must exude the same character as my enemy pack.” Rude. Disdainful. Curt. How dare he talk to me like that? “I understand and I appreciate your hospitality towards a commoner.”

"Though I never took you for the type to marry a widow. Especially after everything she did to you.” The room went entirely still. The casual, playful atmosphere vanished in an instant as Ethan and Charles quieted down, sensing the sudden drop in temperature. I didn't blink. I simply leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, my gaze burning directly into Liam's with a cold, knowing amusement. “Neither did I," I replied, my voice smooth, dripping with dangerous implication. "But then again, we all have our unorthodox tastes, don't we? Should I have gone after a certain straight-A academic machine instead?”

He smiles, and starts an email, as she flips through the book looking for the next section that isn’t on fashion. A short while later, and that book is done too. George had also pointed out a couple of other chapters that aren’t relevant anymore. Dinner starts appearing as she dives into the last book, ‘What is this piece of cutlery, and when should I use it?’. It was a glorified picture book. Picture of the cutlery, the use of said cutlery, it’s position on the table, and what it shouldn’t ever be used for as it would be the height of rudeness to do so. Most of it was fairly simple, but the spoon section had her eyes going crossed, and her head starting to ache. She slams the book down on t

My living had been turn upside down, and my staffs stood there powerlessly, there faces buried toward the ground. Jax was sitting on the sofa facing the entrance, holding a book I had left on the table earlier before going out. I walked forward and the damages got clearer; vases broken across the floor, and one of my favorite portraits shattered to the ground, with its frame resting by the wall. “The Unwelcome One,” he read from the book’s cover, slowly. “By Martin Crowns.” He looked up, at me, and I walked closer to him. “What’s the deal with you? Why causing all this mess in my abode?” I said slowly and my voice shaking—like I’d poured all my seriousness into that statement.