The Guest の小説・ストーリー

“After you hid her from me all night? After you made me look like a fool in my own pack?” “I didn’t hide her,” he snapped. “And you have no right to storm into my quarters and harass my guest.” Guest. The word echoed in my head. Ravina turned slowly to face me, her eyes blazing. “You hear that? Guest.” She chuckled bitterly. “So that’s what we are now? You bring home broken little strays and call them guests?” “I told you to leave,” Dorian growled. “And I told you I’m not done!” she fired back. “Not until she knows exactly who she’s dealing with!”

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—

I asked. She stared at me with widening eyes, then she smiles and nodded, “Of course yes, I'm just a little surprised, because normally, guests don't ask for that which makes me wonder why it was set up in the first place, well, you take this turn, just down the hall, the first kitchen is the general, followed by the staffs kitchen, the last kitchen is for the guest, it's not hard to find, there's a tag on it.”

She had a lot of work waiting for her and it annoyed her. The table beside her was filled with delicious food. She picked up a glass of honey water and took a sip. “There will be a guest coming tonight. You guys keep an eye out and remember to take good care of him.” “Who is coming?” There were a few girls in sexy costumes beside her, all putting on meticulous makeup. They had taken their dinner and were preparing to welcome guests at Absolute Zero. “A guest from Butterworth. Just welcome him as usual, no need for anything special.”

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?

I hoped this man would arrive today because I was going to curse him for the whole month if he would not show his ass up here. I looked around when I was done. It looked spotless, and things seemed to be in the right places. I was ready to bail out when I caught a very distinctly male voice, and it was not Keene’s. Our guest had finally arrived. Great! There was something in his accent that seemed different. An Irish? Australian? Thanks, mate. Oh, British! Our guest is a freaking Brit? How in the hell did he find this place? I scurried toward the living room when the sunlight entered the cabin, indicating that Keene or our guest just entered.