The Guest Book Novels & Stories

Katulad pa rin nang dati, nagpapalakad-lakad at sumisimsim ng kape habang nagsasalita. Kaya naman unti-unting nawala ang aprehensiyon ni Abigail. Ang isang sarili niya ay lihim na natutuwa dahil parang nanumbalik na sa normal ang pakikitungo nilang mag-amo sa isa’t isa. Pareho silang pormal. “We need to send thank-you cards to all the VIP visitors who came to the party. Check the original list and the guest book provided by Coren.” “Okay, sir.” Kinuha ni Abigail ang guest book na itinulak ng isang kamay ni Liam sa ibabaw ng mesa. “Excuse me, sir.”

greeted the staff at the entrance of Beverly's Garden Restaurant to Emily and her father. Emily replied, "Good evening, Miss. Yes, my name should be listed in the guest reservation book. Under the name Emily Carter, is there?" "Ohh, there is. Please come in. Our waiter will escort you to the table you reserved, Miss!" replied the blonde-haired woman with a heart-shaped face.

It was a call from the hotel front desk. "Is it Miss Jones? A guest in the lobby wants to see you, saying it's urgent." "Is your hotel allowed to disclose guest information?" Melanie was displeased. She was in Gabriel's room, yet the hotel knew which room to call... It was really too much! The front desk manager immediately apologized, and explained, "The arriving guest said that you want to see his master. He’s a servant taking care of the owner of Windborough Estate. We know that guests stay here mostly to see the owner..."

“The original note was removed.” I swallowed. “And what does the new one say?” The woman hesitated. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I assumed you were the guest.” “I’m his wife.” There was a long silence. “Oh.” That one word told me everything. I gripped the counter. “Who is the guest?” “I’m not sure I’m allowed to give out that information.” “Please.” Another pause. Then the woman spoke quietly. “The birthday booking is for Miss Camille Laurent.” I closed my eyes.

She was really lucky to have been mated to such an amazing man. The cars pulled up outside of the cutest guest house she had ever seen and they all got out. Melody had prepared all of them for the trip to the homelands the next morning. As they walked into the old Victorian-style guest house, Gabriella’s eyes sparkled. She absolutely adored antique furniture and it was clear that the owners of this place did too! Studying each curve of each piece of furniture in the foyer, she gasped at the sight of the old-style reception desk and quickly apologized for fake drooling over everything.

My eyes widened. “That who I think it is?” Alex nodded, and I gingerly put the book back where it was, patting it gently. Then he showed me his guest room. “Since when do you have guests?” I said. “Not really ever,” he admitted. “But still. Imagine.”

Zainab came back to the backyard too, dancing as she did before. I see you guys found each other. See who I found, Zaynab screamed excitedly as she pointed at Shubunmi and Kunbi. They walked in slowly, carefully staring at everybody they walked past as if they were analyzing them. "Hello, Bisi," Shunbun said in her soft voice. "Hello, Shubunmi, glad you decided to come," I replied. Kunbi kept scanning the place as if he was expecting to find something that would make him decide they had to leave. He had the look of someone disgusted by everything going on at the party.

"Go ahead." "Her name is Nevena Bachvarov, a Bulgarian national on a tourist visa. She’s currently staying at 4A New Oak Guest House, Drench Lane, New Mexico." A glimmer of satisfaction crossed Breanna’s face as Sophia briefed the update, exuding an aura of professionalism. "Great work girl. Let’s move." After some few minutes~>>>>>{At Nevena's guest house} Breanna killed the engine and they approached the entrance. Sophia took the initiative and rang the doorbell continuously—but there was no response.

I give her a signal to follow me into the kitchen. “Everything okay?” - she asks “You need to stop drooling all over our guests” - I say and she smiles “But he is hot. Do you know who he is?” - she asks “Yes I know exactly who he is, Gabriel Lockwood, now stop fangirling over him and do your job” - I say and she nods her head walking out of the kitchen. I see Gabriel reading something on his phone as he eats. How can someone be so perfect? I look away and focus on my job. Once everyone from the bookings arrived I started walking around and checking in on the guests.

Now he only had to find out if she had checked in on her own or with someone. "Are you looking for a room?" a woman behind the counter asked. "I am. I only need it for a night or two," Hayden said as he pulled his credit card from his wallet. "Oh yeah? Are you here for business or pleasure?" the woman asked as she slid the guest register to him. "Business," Hayden replied as he filled in his information. "Isn't it a little odd to still use an old-school book registry?" "I don't like computers," the woman shrugged. "Heck, I can barely use our credit machine."