Novel & Cerita The Guest

He shakes his head, “I don’t think your name is what I need to know right now, young woman. Don’t you think I need something else that actually explains why a woman who isn’t a maid and neither is my grandson’s wife, is serving me tea in his house?” I rub my tummy and I feel his gaze on it, his brows pulling together. I act shy to compliment that move and make him know that indeed, it is what he’s thinking. “You are right sir, gosh, where are my manners?” I laugh softly. “I am your grandson’s new wi–” “Guest.” Kian’s voice cuts through the air before I can finish my words.

She was wondering why he had sanaria in his room when she realized that the guest was looking at her, ready to go down to the dining room for breakfast. As she led the guest to the dining room, Flora thought about the strange things that she had seen in the mansion. After seeing the sanaria in the guest’s room, she wondered how much the guest knew about what’s happening on the island. Flora remembered Pablo’s reaction after seeing the sanaria that she and Nadi were bringing to the kitchen. How much did the guest know about the island

"I'm quite indecisive sometimes, I'm sorry." "Do you have a membership here?" She questions and he glances at her in surprise. "I-, It's my first time here." He informs her. She pauses, smiling tightly as she steps back. "Ok, well, the restaurant is usually full, but we're entertaining special guests from America." She acknowledges. "There's a major business deal being conducted here at the hotel tomorrow, so most tables are reserved." River perks up. "Who are these guests?" "Party of three for Black & Co, as well as Merit Global associates. I take it you don't watch the news much." She chuckles and River raises his arms in defeat.

"Help: Not quite, Miss. You save yourself from problems by not doing. "I'm not sure," I insisted. "I wanted to do something, anything." The woman hesitated, her eyes flicking towards the entrance as though Marcus would show up right away. Miss, it is improper. You are a guest in here. "A guest?” I kept repeating, unable to hold the resentment from my voice. "I feel little like a guest." Though her attitude eased somewhat, the woman shook her head.

He followed the sound to the room next to his. “Who’s in the guest room? Mum didn’t mention a guest,” he whispered. He walked closer to the door, opened it gently and slowly, and peeped in. His breath hitched. Kai stood painting on a board, obviously Rowan’s. He wore a white singlet and blue shorts with Rowan’s paint apron tied around his waist. Bandages wrapped parts of his arms and shoulder. A brush moved smoothly in his hand as he sang softly, his voice calm and warm.

Silence reigned between us as we bathed in the aftermath of the sex. "Fuck! The next guest must have waited for me and left... " I was so anxious and hastily dressed up but he waved his hand at me "Relax, I paid for three guests period which means I stayed the hour of three guests with you" he chuckled and continued "Do you think that if I was staying only one period that no guest would have come in by now? One guest period is an hour and twenty minutes and it's almost four hours already so what do you think?" Denzel said and I almost fell off my bed 'If that is the case then it meant that two guests would have been here catching me and Denzel unaware?' I immediately shook the thought off of

The host and organizers rushed toward the main entrance, speaking in hurried, urgent tones. “The chief guest is here.” “A chief guest?” I turned to Gavin, confused. “Did they invite some medicine king?” Gavin shook his head, just as puzzled as I was. “I don’t know about it. It wasn’t mentioned on the invitation.” As this chief guest was a mystery, curiosity prickled through me. I fixed my gaze on the entrance, using the spaces in the crowd. I was expecting to see an old fogey with tons of experience, but the moment the scent of musk laced with power hit me, I froze.

KACELA I went into the front desk and up to the reception. “Hey ya! I would like to get a guest membership, please.” I gave a big, perky grin to the tiny blonde girl working the desk. She looked at me and gave me a once over. I knew the type. She was used to being intimidating. I could have had fun playing her game but I needed something from her so I kept my cool. “Sorry, honey. We don’t do that here. You gotta pay for a year’s membership.” she said, turning back to her computer. I could see she was badly losing a solitaire game.

As I slip into a chair, Brandon grumbles, “Are we really going for the BBQ?” “Yes,” I say, pouring myself some fresh orange juice. “People are counting on meeting you. You’re the guest of honor.” “Mummy, what’s a guest of honor?” Noah asks, while his father chuckles. “Do you want to tell him or should I?” I ask Brandon. He shakes his head, giving me the go-ahead. “A guest of honor,” I begin, “is the most important person at an event. Sometimes, they even open the event or start the festivities.”

I turned to the guest to see if Ethan was talking to me, but the two men were looking at me, Ethan's guest with surprise and Ethan with an annoyed gaze. “I thought-” “Sit in the office and work. That’s an order.” “That’s a silly and suspicious order, buddy, what? You are gatekeeping her?” Ethan’s guest laughed while I’m still shocked by Ethan’s behaviour, certainly it is not for that reason as his guest stated. “Least I forget, I’m Killian Edwardo by the way, you can thank me for making your visitor log’s recording easier, no need to put my company’s name, you can just put, Ethan’s dearest friend.”