The Guest Novels & Stories

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.

"Yes, Kalvis! She's my guest! And you have no right to insult my guest." Kalvis shook his head as he half-smiled. Every hair on every part of my body stood up because of the father and son encounter I encountered. "Daddy, I just found out that you like to receive guests at our house, just now? That guest seems special, right? She's wearing mommy's dress! What is she to you? Is your dick looking for a slut hole, hu?!!" "Kalvis!" "Just call me when you don't have a guest anymore." The man looked at me. "You, woman, next time don't go with just anyone. You're like a prostitute who goes with any manfor money," he said.

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

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 ??

He half yelled Guest indeed I am really trying to understand this weirdo standing before me now. One minutes he is acting like a gentle ass, next he's been cold and next he's been a total jerk. After insulting my me and my dad the other day, he dares come back here and calls himself a guest? "I didn't invited you to come visit me and for all I know, guest are people you officially invite to your house or to an occasion so even If i may be the dumbest girl in the whole world, I still know that aspect of it so you are an unwanted pest and you shouldn't be treated as a guest." I said Expecting him to throw up.

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.