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."

Thoughts rushed to the corners of memory, trying to choose an identical one among the gallery of seen faces. “Good evening, miss,” the man said in a soft, rather high voice, “I came to say hello ... and ask if you need anything ... Very, very glad that you are now our guest!” - Guest? Kit asked dumbfounded and jerked her chain: “Since when do they steal guests, put them to sleep, and chain them to the wall like dogs ?! “I beg your pardon, miss, it’s all Harry… He’s rude and has bad manners… He’s been upsetting our dear mother all his life…”

Typical Jason—always charming, always knowing exactly what to say. Tucking the food away for later, I turn back to the designer. “Let’s get back to it. I’d like the color scheme to be neutral, but not boring. Maybe some accent pieces that pop…” Suddenly, a worker approaches, interrupting us once more. “Ms. White, there’s a guest here to see you. She’s waiting on the other side of the building.” A guest? I glance at the designer, who shrugs. “I’ll be right back,” I tell her before following the worker.

Diana POV (Formerly known as Lily): I’m back at home dining with rage after what I had just found out, I threw my bag to the bed when it accidentally hit the remote, that’s when I see her, right in front of me, on the big screen. “Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a guest with us today, I want you all to give a special applause to Mrs Rebecca Gaston Gomez” the host announced. Rebecca was on a Tv show.

I said, softly this time. But even I wasn’t sure if I believed it. A man stepped halfway in, chest heaving like he’d run the whole way. His eyes darted to Marcel, then quickly to me. “We have a guest,” he said, voice tight. Marcel turned, his entire posture shifting. “What kind of guest?” The man hesitated. “A guest we never invited. He’s asking for her.” My stomach dropped. “For me?” I echoed, standing instinctively. Marcel glanced at me, then back to the messenger. “Who is it?”

“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