The Guest Novels & Stories

But he didn’t look to be inside yet. Or he’s so tiny that I can’t find him. Mykhol snickered. “Mykhol?” Aunt Funda was unnerved by the sudden change but said no more as they looked up at the doors opening. The guest was about to enter. “Now let’s see this-” Mykhol lifted his head, ready to stare down the pathetic child, but it was not him. It was not even another man. It was someone completely unexpected. “That’s-?” Both Mykhol and Aunt Funda watched, frozen in place, as the guest did not walk but charged directly for Ana.

So, he hurriedly stuffed half a piece of sliced bread directly into his mouth before he said indistinctly, “Okay, Great-grandpa. Let’s go!” Carvalho nodded, and he had just stood up when a waitress suddenly ran over with a nervous expression on her face as she asked, “Excuse me, but are you the guest from Room 1003?” Carvalho asked curiously, “Yes, I am. What’s wrong?”

If she just caved a little, he would do the same and leave right away. Regrettably for him, Meg was not a pushover, as she knew the guest's deal. There was no way he knew Frank, and he was insignificant on top of that—Meg was acquainted with plenty of rich people herself, and while there were troublemakers among them too, they were not like this guest. Even as the thought crossed her mind, Ida Cahn arrived with some bouncers, asking Meg, "What happened, Ms. Quill?" "A guest had too much to drink. Take him away."

I bit my lip so hard I tasted metal, but kept a tight lipped smile as I glanced over to River. “Your room? Don’t you have another guest there?” I asked River with gritted teeth as I looked at him with a firm expression. He knows what I’m talking about and I made sure to emphasize the word ‘guest’ in case he still didn’t get it. He doesn’t look the least bit affected by it though and he merely gives me a calm answer. “Not since Neo has come stayed with us. The guest has moved back to her Pack.”

and I raise my little finger to him. He chuckle to my pinky promise,he stare at my little finger but he did accepted it and grab my little finger with his little finger,"pinky promise!!" Then the door bell ring and we both look at each other in baffled and as we were thinking who would come at his hour,mom yelled from the kitchen,"Richard ,your guest are here". "guest"I said in confusion and look at Richard. who could it be at this hour?? And who could be that Guest ?? ********-------------*********

She got so excited that she forgot to ask about the food for their dinner as it was not the typical dish in England for the last meal of the day. “Your mother just learned to cook all of this. She is really making an effort for her guest and I hope he knows how to appreciate all her effort. Margaux’s head throbbed. She did not want to overthink who the possible guest was, but all the hints were pointing at one person. One of the servants almost ran towards her father and whispered that the guest had finally arrived. She could not breathe properly anymore as anticipation was already killing her. “He’s here,” her mother announced.

“He’d like to stay here for the night. He, uh, he has a guest with him.” “A guest?” I frown. “You mean his wife?” “No, a girl. If she’s older than eighteen, I’d be surprised.” Carly lowers her voice. “Okay. Get a suite prepared for him and one for his… guest?” “He said one room should suffice.” “Over my dead body. Fucking pervert.” I growl. “Two suites. Make them comfortable. Invite them to the Solstice party. Milo and I will come greet them as soon as I am done with lunch with my parents.”

She asks me if I made any reservation but I begin to scan through the people who were around and tried to calm myself down. Inhale Exhale Inhale Exhale “Ma’am, table for?” The waiter greeted again, getting my attention. “Oh, sorry.” I smiled, trying to apologize for ignoring her. “I’m meeting Mr. Hall?” Her eyebrows shoot up, “Ah! You’re the guest he’s been waiting for.” I smile and nod at her. “This way please.” She says professionally as she leads the way.

said a woman in a gold dress with fake sympathy, though her eyes looked at Vivienne with disgust. Vivienne clenched her fists beneath the folds of her maroon dress until her nails turned white. The feeling of worthlessness and humiliation piled heavily in her chest, choking her throat until breathing became difficult. Suddenly, the ballroom lights dimmed. The noisy atmosphere gradually fell silent as everyone’s attention shifted toward the main stage illuminated by a soft spotlight. “Distinguished guests,” the host’s voice echoed through the speakers. “Tonight, we have a very special guest of honor. An artist who has just returned after conquering stages across Europe and America for the pas

Kara answered me with a matter-of-fact expression on her face. I don’t know but I feel like she doesn’t quite like me. Well, that’s not a problem. I was just asking when will the other two people who brought me here coming down. As a guest, they should be showing me ample attention. Kara showing me around doesn’t count. She wasn’t a member of the family, and as far as I know, the host should be the one showing the guest around. The Head Maid Annie arrived at the dining room while bringing a set of clothes.