Novel & Cerita The Guest

“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.”

"I'm just wondering which category you fall into. Business partner? Public image? Or something else?" Elena's eyes went cold. The polite mask cracked just enough to show fury underneath. "I think," Elena said slowly, "you're confused about your position here." "Am I?" "You're a guest tonight. I'm his co-host for the fall gala. There's a difference." "Is there?" Aria tilted her head slightly. "From where I'm standing, we're both just women in expensive dresses doing what we're told." Elena's grip tightened on her champagne glass. Her smile turned razor-sharp.

CHAPTER EIGHT TAYLOR’S POV The palor was full, guests buzzing like flies from corner to corner. Cocking win bottles and making merry. The host, which is I, stood somewhere across from them all, like the ghost of the occasion. An overly adorned ghost. My eyes darting from entrance to entrance. I wasn't going to let Daisy and her guest take me unaware.

Tara replied “Oh… yes I know that, that why I wanted to tell you that won’t be going inside as servant or a local person… you will enter castle as their party GUEST” I told her and her eyes went wide in shock… “A.. gu.. guest?” Tara shuttered on her word…

Geraldine’s Point of View I was enjoying the food like it was the best thing on Earth, savoring every bite while he simply watched me in silence. I paused mid-chew when I realized he still hadn’t eaten anything. “Ahem…” I cleared my throat softly. He looked at me immediately. We were still in the bedroom, and it was already seven in the evening. I also overheard that a guest would be arriving at 9 p.m.—and not just any guest, but a celebrity.

Blair and Guiseppe got ready for the dinner and reached the guest house of the godfather. "Where is your guest, Pete?" Giovanni asked when Pete asked his men, "Where are the guests?" "Guests... it means there is more than one person," Giovanni whispered to his sister who was patiently waiting for the guests to arrive. Pablo who was standing in the corner with Sierra got a texted and forwarded it to Blair who didn't notice it. The doorbell rang and a few people walked in smiling as Pete greeted them. The face of Blair and Guiseppe sank in when they saw the woman dressed in red was the familiar figu

"Young lady! Have you forgotten your manners? Don't you have to greet the guests!?" Mom voice boomed from the living area when I was about to go upstairs giving a slight smile to the stranger aka my mom's guest. "Hello! Everyone. Hope you're doing fine?! " I said once I reach near the sitting area with a warm smile. There were three people sitting on the sofa, two woman and one man in their perfect attire. "This is my daughter, Yerin Sench. She is the one." Mom introduced me to the guest showing her best smile and gestures me to take the seat beside her.

|Aurora| ..*..*..*... The shock of his words reverberated through me. "You will not disrespect my guest, Aurora. I won't tolerate it he declared, asserting his dominance. "Guest" echoed in my mind like a cruel joke "That woman is not my guest, and she'll not stay a second in my house. Do you hear me? I want her out right now," I asserted, attempting to reclaim some semblance of control.

'' I retorted, giving her a look of disgust. ''No, of course not!'' she exclaimed. ''Don't you dare look at me like that! I'm not doing anything wrong!'' ''Really?'' I scoffed, raking my eyes over her. ''Then who exactly is that man who just left, huh?'' ''He's my guest!'' ''Your guest?'' I laughed heartily, tossing my head back. Then, my expression shifted to one of seriousness as I glared at her. "You're entertaining a guest in your room, wearing nothing but a small towel?"

" William looked at my sudden seriousness, confused, but he nodded anyway and left. By the time Shane arrived carrying bags of supplies, all of the Baker family's relatives had shown up, too. The moment they got out of the cars, they started touring the villa on their own, like they already owned it. Rhett stood at the entrance, grinning as he greeted everyone, telling them to sit wherever they liked, as if that place were already his. Watching the greedy looks in their eyes, I actually felt relieved. 'I'm not afraid that you want it. I'm only afraid that you won't stay,' I thought.