The Guest Novelas e Histórias

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.

I'm not going to keep quiet and make this silence more akward. “I’m his guest,” I say smoothly, like the answer always lived on my tongue. Guillermo’s brows scrunch adorably. “But what’s a guest?” Before I can open my mouth, Roman exhales sharply. “A guest means she’s just a friend,” he explains, recovering himself at last. Friend. The word hits me like a slap, quiet, unexpected, too sharp around the edges. Just. A. Friend. My heart stutters in a way I didn’t give it permission to.

As the guests started entering one by one, I prepared myself. Locus got up and greeted everyone until one of them hugged Locus and started talking. They seem really close. I went beside Locus when I saw how his guest was staring at me. "Locus, long time no see," the guest said. Locus looked at him nodded his head then smiled. He kept glaring at me, my heart skipped a beat when he whispered to Locus loud enough for me to hear "who is this beautiful girl?" he didn't wait for Locus to answer him.

"You're mistaken; I'm not a maid; I'm her guest." "Oh, I'm so sorry." "It's okay; after all, maids are also humans, so no hard feelings." "That's so sweet of you." "There's a handsome man too! Who is he now?" "This arrogant jerk will not talk with her, so it's better I introduce them." "Yes, all I wanted was a girl till now, and she is here; it's time to take revenge, honey. I should put on a smile." "He is Jacob Kyler, my-" "Hi, I'm JK, and you?" "I'm Park Ann. The owner of the house is my grandparents." "Nice to meet you. By the way, I'm also a guest." "That's great, though. You both are connected somehow."

He said. "Well, we've got a guest." "What guest?" "It's a surprise. Don't worry, you'll see her when you come home." "It's a her?" "Yes. Don't you like it when your guest is a her?" She teased. "Don't tempt me." "I'm not." "I'll see you when I get back. Bye for now." "Bye." He hunts the call. "He's on his way, he'll be back home soon. If you don't mind me asking, what connection do you have with Xavier?"

Jone, a question forming on my lips. "What is this place?" I asked. Mr. Jone looked at me, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "This is the guest house," he said, his voice kind and reassuring. "It's a place for guests to stay when they come to visit the mansion. It's more private than the main house and a bit more intimate. You'll have everything you need here, and you'll be able to relax and enjoy your stay." He paused, as if considering his next words carefully. "You're our most important guest, especially to Master Earnest, and we want you to feel at home," he says, but he smiles. “Come with Miss Jasmine; there’s a place you need to see." I nodded my head.

This is different from the ones she makes' He thought, savoring the taste in his mouth. As he ate, Ann hid watching him, seeing the smile of satisfaction on his face, she turned on her heel's and left. A few minutes later into eating, a figure marched into the dining. "Master, you have some guest, they said, they are from Italy." Xavier informed him. "Please let them in quickly." Mr GU ordered, and halt from his food. He closed the meal, stood up and strode to the living room. He walked in, sat down and waited for his guest to come in. Soon he heard footsteps, and retracted his gaze to the entrance.

Shawn mouthed, Is that him? “I don’t know,” I whispered back. The knock came again, controlled. Polite. “Miss Delia?” a voice called from the other side. “Breakfast has been prepared downstairs. And… your guests are welcome to join.” Guests. The word felt strange and comforting at the same time. “See?” Shawn whispered loudly. “Guests. Not hostages.” Carrie nudged me gently. “Go. We’ll face him together if we have to.” I nodded and opened the door.

The weekend went by in a flash but it wasn't fast enough for me. I kept thinking about what I saw, why wouldn't Zaynab remember anything, it was unlike her to just forget anything and who would forget about seeing a bunch of fish people with glowing tattoos anyway? "Fish people?" I thought to myself. "Hello," Lokun's voice interrupted my thoughts, I turned back, and there he stood with the same smile he always had on his face. "Lokun? What are you doing here?" I asked.

At this moment, the guests are waiting in the pink middle hall and hear Betty's voice. The two guests immediately stand up and greet Betty. When Betty comes in and sees the guests, her gloomy face suddenly brightens up, as it turns out, one of the guests opposite her is a sunny young man.