The Guest Novels & Stories

He left for work early these days. "There's no problem, Madam," the maid replied. "I came to inform you that you have a guest. She's waiting downstairs." A guest? Hailey's eyes widened. Having a guest was her last expectation at the moment. Who could it be? And how did she gain entrance? Apart from her family and Kara, no one knew of this place. Her stepmother wouldn't come to visit her, Hailey had never imagined that even in he dreams.

Her lips pressed together in a thin line, and for a second, she seemed lost in thought. Then, just as suddenly, she stood up, brushing invisible wrinkles from her dress. “I’m tired after my journey,” she said, her tone still gentle but distant. “I think I’ll rest in my room for a while.” She gave me a small smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’ll see you in the evening, dear. Until then, you should host your guest well.” Guest? Confused, I tilted my head. “What guest?” Before Lucielle could answer, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the hallway, followed by a familiar, excited voice.

"I didn't take you for a chef," "Yeah?" Grayson chuckles, "Guns aren't the only things I know how to use. I'm good with knives too," Kian smiles and takes another bite. "So, did you bring someone here before?" Grayson lowers his head and tries not to laugh as he was expecting him to ask this question. "No," he replies, "You're my first guest," "I don't believe you," Kian shakes his head, "I'm sure you brought someone. That's a good seduction strategy. This lodge alone will make him fall,"

“Oh, I’m just curious. I’ve heard Arianna Aliz is a regular here. Quite the celebrity, right? I imagine it must be exciting to have someone like her around.” I leaned on the counter, resting my chin in my hand as the clerk’s eyes flicked over me, his expression wary. Then he shook his head, his professionalism doubling down and his posture stiffening even more. “I’m sorry, but I can’t discuss any of our guests. We value their confidentiality.” I fought the urge to roll my eyes. He was a tough one, but I didn’t want to give up just yet. Leaning in slightly, I lowered my voice, adding a touch of intimacy. “Come on, a little gossip never hurt anyone. I won’t tell a soul.”

Others raise their eyebrows, clearly curious. I already know what is going through their minds. They’re wondering why an intern is here. The thought almost makes me smile. I probably would have reacted the same way if I were sitting in their seats. I still can’t believe I’m standing here. The first guest walks onto the stage. He is the owner of the Frostbite Raiders. The tough-looking man greets me with a firm handshake before taking his seat across from me. I return his greeting with a polite smile and wait for the room to settle.

Rowan knocked like he wanted the wood to understand who was in charge. I stood, smoothed my blouse automatically, and opened it. A woman stood there holding a tray. Mid-thirties, dark hair pulled into a neat bun, expression polite in a way that looked practiced. Staff. “Ms. Carter,” she said. “I’m Lila. I handle guest needs.” Guest needs. That phrasing was designed to make you feel taken care of instead of managed. “Hi, Lila,” I said warmly. “Jordan is fine.” Her smile flickered, just slightly. “Jordan, then. I brought tea and a light meal in case you haven’t eaten.”

“Fine. But tonight, you’ll need more than thoughts.” “Thoughts?” I asked, heart already hammering. Gaya appeared like a whirlwind of perfume and silk, bright energy in contrast to the heavy tension still clinging to me. “Asa! There you are! Hurry! We don’t have time to waste!” “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice trembling despite my best effort to sound steady. “The gala,” she said brightly, eyes gleaming. “Malrik is hosting it tonight. Guests from everywhere. The kind who measure you with a glance, the kind who will watch your every move. You’ll be seen, Asa. Properly seen.”

she asked, her head turning to face Rowan. My spine snapped straight, my shoulders squaring as I bristled at the classification. Takoda turned his head sharply toward her stance. Mara immediately lowered her gray eyes to the gravel, her posture stiffening. It wasn't a retreat caused by fear; it was the rigid correction of a boundary. There was a dangerous difference. “Guests,” Takoda said, his voice flat, low, and clear enough to echo off the stone hall. The single word drew another visible ripple through the lines of the wolves gathered near the steps. Guest. Not a prisoner to be kept in a cell, not an outsider to be monitored, and not a protected asset to be weighed. Guest.

The door slowly opened; Max peeked his head in. “Am I disturbing you?” He asked. “Not at all, come in,” Garrett said. Max moved closer to Garrett and Jade, he bowed before he spoke. “Our guests are here, if you'd like you can come downstairs.” He smiled. “Go ahead Garrett I will hang up here,” Jade said. “Are you sure?” He asked. “Yep.”

' Anna Garcia's eyes suddenly lit up when she heard this. 'Sister Kristen Healey, what gift?' 'Just go home and see.' Kristen Oliver smiled and motioned, saw the phone light up, opened it and looked at it. It's a message from Gavin, saying that he will go back early in the evening. There are guests at home. Kristen Oliver asked about the guest and didn't reply. Strange, what guest, so cautious? 'SybilInn, are there any guests at home?' Kristen Oliver asked casually, and Anna Garcia shook her head.