The Guest Book Novels & Stories

Being a stranger in a strange land wasn't friendly at all, She felt nostalgia already. She got to the guest house and almost puked at the sight of the building that stood in front of her the rusted banner placed outside read "Musa Resting Place" it was really barbaric. The old building was illuminated by dirty yellow bulbs, can they do better? Ben was furious at the sight of the building, she didn't attempt to enter inside she wanted to walk down the street and find better options but she wasn't familiar with this place yet. Half bread was better than none in this situation, she hauled her bags into the reception and on the counter stood a man in his fifties. He Smiled when Ben approached hi

I moved quickly, my gloved hands already sifting through the papers, looking for a guest log, anything with names and room numbers. "Goddamn it, where is it?" I whispered, my eyes scanning frantically. Time was against me. The clerk would realize I wasn't coming back for his help soon enough. Then I saw it. A thick, leather-bound book, tucked under a stack of invoices. "Guest Register," it read on the spine. Bingo. I pulled it out, my fingers flying through the pages. Dates, names, room numbers. I went back to the previous day’s entries. There it was. A name. A familiar name, written in a cramped, almost illegible hand.

I hear a man say as he hands the key over. "Please be so kind as to sign the guest book, sir if you don't mind." The receptionist, who I notice is new and I've not met before says. She glances up and must recognize me, she blushes and smiles then looks down at her screen again to finish off the check out for the couple in front of her. I smile back but already she is busy with them.

’ Jimmy advises; he’s one of the new recruits for gate work. ‘Thank you, Jimmy. How are you finding the new system?’ I ask him, hoping it’s as good as Jasper has made out. ‘Very good. Sir. The guests pull up and state their name and purpose. As I take their photo. The computer matches them and brings up their profile. So far, all have had the approved green border. Sir.’ Jimmy explains. ‘That’s good to know. Thank you, Jimmy. I will greet them and show them to their rooms’. I end the mind-link, and give Eve’s feet a gentle squeeze, “The councilmen are here,” I tell her. Together we go to greet the council.

She made sure to take note of the Bentley's plate number, registering it on 'AA guest list priority' when the security post by the entrance gate had notified them beforehand that a guest under one of the five biggest business industry was present, yet here she was delighted despite failing to stabilize the situation. “It’s not polite to welcome someone when the entrance is blocked,” Kieran paused, his face turned grimmer as he tilt his head looking far ahead. How upsetting. Do public places have to overdramatic for a simple entrance? Well, at least it’s not as crowded as it is in the amusement park to be certain, but it’s still quite a hassle.

The next evening, after work, Denise directly headed to the hotel where George was staying. This time, George had come to discuss work with Feng Company with some effort Denise would find were he stays. At the hotel, a card could only access one level of the hotel. The guest room card could only access the level that they were staying it, otherwise, the lift wouldn't operate. Denise didn't have George’s contact details, so she could only head to the reception. "Hello, I have an appointment with a guest staying here. His name is George Wolf." "Please hold on for a moment, I'll have to check," the receptionist replied. After entering in the guest details into the computer, he looked strangely

"Your block of rooms is ready. Do you need any assistance with your luggage?" "We're all set." I took the envelope and credit card. "Thank you for your help," Ashton expressed his gratitude to the receptionist. "Oh, wait, um..." She paused, deep in thought. Ashton grew still. Leaning against the counter, I unwrapped a piece of gum, fully expecting her to recognize him within the next few minutes. I had already come to terms with it. "Are you here for business or pleasure? If you're interested in sightseeing, we have an excellent guidebook for Cleveland. Let me just..." She crouched down to search for a brochure in a cabinet.

she asks, her countenance turning serious. “Now!” I groan, and she flinches. “Okay. Okay.” She quickly passes me a record book. “Our computer is broken so…” “Take me to room 15,” I interject when I see the names of the last two guests that lodged—Marianne and Marius. They rhyme so well with Vivianne and John. “Oh, this couple?” she says, pointing at their names in the book. “They came in with nose masks and sunglasses. The woman has allergies and—”

He assured me with a knowing look. “I double checked and there are no guests from Bond pack attending,” he walked closer, almost making me think he was about to wrap his right arm around my shoulder. I sagged my shoulders in preparation, but when he tucked his hands into his pockets, I pumped them up like I was jolted with electricity. “It's a Gala,” Gabriel emphasized with a smile. “Invites are sent beforehand and guests who would show up are documented in a list before the actual day,” he leaned his face closer with a tight smile and whispered slowly.