The Canterbury Tales Host Novels & Stories

“Brother-in-law was right. Your call was not a disturbance since you did not call him back after he cut the call.” “That should not deter you from calling him whenever you have a serious need to do that,” George advised. “I got you, Big brothers.” The chef arrived with the meal and they paused. After he left, they began to eat, and the old man asked, “Now that you have invited the big families of Canterbury, how will you host them?” Samuel looked forlorn and based on Richard's standpoint, Tim waited for his opinion. “I will host them. Let them come,” he emphatically said and Tim was pleased.

It was Abner who exclaimed first, clapping his hands before laughing. “Haha! How exciting!” Riley said before cracking in her seat. The audience also roared, expressing excitement, especially those who knew Anthony. Renee snapped her head in Raelyn’s direction as a form of objection, but her sister only shrugged and said, “We have to do as the host said, Renee. He knows what he is doing.” “Precisely!” The host proclaimed. He winked at Raelyn, saying, “I know exactly what I am doing. I bring couples together, torching their love so they will hire me to host their wedding! I’m a host and a cupid on the side!”

Others press themselves against the walls, desperate to put distance between themselves and my wolf. "This can't be real," someone whispers. "She was supposed to be dying!" "How long has she been hiding this?" I look directly at the host, who's still frozen behind his table. "May I continue participating in the remaining duels? Or are you all suddenly too busy?" The host scrambles to recover, wiping rivers of cold sweat from his forehead. "Yes, yes! Uh... *cough!* Challengers, please step onto the platform!" His voice is shrill with panic.

Apparently not. “Attendance is a must. Especially considering who’s hosting.” “Who?” I ask, already dreading the answer. I really need to stop asking questions. “Lady Camala.” Oh no.