The Guest Novels & Stories

When she came back, she had this furious look in her eyes and said flatly, “You have a guest.” I frowned. A guest? I’d never had a guest before. The only person who ever came by was Dana. And whenever she did, Maria would roll her eyes and say something like, “It’s your bestie,” in this exaggerated tone that was actually kind of funny. It always made Leon laugh. But a guest guest? Is it Asher? I thought as I quickly stood and made my way to the door. But my walk slowed when I saw who it really was.

"My apologies, ma'am. I am Arabella. Everyone calls me Ella, and I'll be your help during your stay in our pack." I frowned. "I don't need help." "It wasn't my choice, ma'am," Ella replied with her head still bowed. "All the alpha guests must be specially catered to. Especially if the guest is the first one in decades." I didn't think the last part was meant for me to hear. Shaking my head, I refused again. "I don't think you came to the right room." Guest? I almost scoffed. I was far from a guest. "But Miss Maltilda said—

The young woman behind the counter smiled pleasantly. "How can I help you?" "I am looking for a guest," I said, keeping my voice calm. "Her name is Beatrice. I am not sure of her last name, but she is in her fifties, slim, always very elegant." The woman's smile didn't waver, but her eyes became guarded. "I am sorry, ma'am, but we can't give out information about our guests. Privacy policy." "I understand, but this is important. She is an old family friend, and I just saw her, but I lost track of her in the gardens. I just want to reconnect."

“Yes it is! But that doesn't mean that’s all there is… there are more things that you can enjoy. I mean, we have everything for your needs, your desires… and fantasies.” She winks at me and I start to get goosebumps! ‘What the hell, princess! Where the hell are you stuck and have gotten me stuck too, now I am getting more and more scared for your well being…’ “Umm, actually I am here to look for someone–” “I am sorry! We can't share the details of our guests if you don't have an invite or we haven't received any prior information about the arrival of any guests here.” Her tone and expressions change completely within the span of thirty seconds, and I am amazed at the level of professionalism

The reason is that I have a special guest staying over nowadays. “Hey. Welcome back.” My guest greeted me as I entered the room. I looked at her and she waved her hand at me, “Hey Maya.” I waved back at her.

We were expecting a guest? How come and what Guest?

he said in a low tone. I nodded and stepped out carefully, trying not to limp. Beta Ash stepped out next and gave a small glance in my direction. His eyes trailed over me, unreadable, then he looked ahead again without a word. The front doors opened before we reached them. A maid in a soft lavender uniform bowed politely. “Welcome, Beta. And guest.” Guest. That word alone made my chest tighten. Not prisoner. Not slave. Not stray. Guest. Ash turned slightly to her. “Find a comfortable room. Make sure it’s warm and quiet. And see that she gets cleaned up properly.”

Then she stormed out the lobby entrance and left. Now, who would pay for her room? Did it even count? Jody would need to talk to Gabby about that after her meeting. Now she needed to reassure the few diners that noticed the loud exit of a guest. The diners noticed because of the unusual event in the quiet inn. Even with ghostly appearances, most guests stayed. Mind you, their ghosts didn’t watch people sleep or act out to scare people. It was more like glimpsing another guest in the hall. Just this guest didn’t leave.

His brows knot as usual, as if wondering why I stepped out without his consent. Well, he can’t possibly lock me up forever. I need fresh air. An hour more in that room will drive me insane. I strongly prefer to do something, to work. Perhaps it’s because I’ve been working all my life. “Hello, beautiful one,” the guest says, and Drogo’s head turns fast to him. I almost think he’d pull a muscle. Even the guest looks thrown off by Drogo’s sudden shift of attention. “I’m sorry,” he says apologetically. “Who is she?”

No matter how hard I tried to push it away, it was always there, gnawing at me from the inside out. "Miss, you have a guest," Arcel announced as she entered my bedroom. I raised an eyebrow, puzzled by the unexpected news. I couldn't recall ever having a visitor before, so I was curious to know who it could be. "Alright," I replied, my tone tinged with curiosity. After all, it wasn't as if this "guest" posed any potential threat to me. The security measures in this mansion were as tight as the Great Wall of China, so I felt perfectly safe within its walls.