The Guest Novels & Stories

"You have guests, sir. Your godfather and a female guest from Aurora Island are here to see you." A female guest?

the guest who came was a woman. "Excuse me! I'm looking for someone here! Please, open the door!"

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.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

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.

She said. That got Alex to frown. What had the guest Gabe was going to be having got to do with her? She was just the housekeeper, and nothing more. Although, Cara had told her that she happened to be Gabe's mate, but she had not been accepted yet, so she was no one important. “Why should I? It’s not as if I have anything to do with the coming guest or anything.” She said. Cara scoffed, shaking her head. The expression on her face was that of unbelief. “Do you really believe that Gabe would have everyone in the house at the table with his guest but not you?” she asked her.

The grandeur of the place was magnificent. And we could easily tell, from the aura around the other guests, that most of them were Alphas of prestigious packs. The host must be a man of big influence… Oh, how could I forget? The host was none other than Jacob Gallahad, my mate. I didn't bother to look for him when we walked in, knowing how occupied he must have been at the moment, attending to the VIP guests. But Lyla wouldn't stop asking about him. “Where is he? Where is he?” She repeated in an annoying song.

Dana nudged me with her elbow. "Told you. You’re trending." The event was more elegant than I expected. Polished white floors, linen-covered tables, soft jazz playing in the background. Waiters moved around offering champagne and tiny hors d'oeuvres on silver trays. "Miss Evans?" a voice called out. I turned to see a tall woman approaching. Late thirties, perfect posture, red lips. "I’m Gabrielle Keene. I handle guest relations for the Circle. It’s such a pleasure to finally meet you."

I inwardly snorted. I nodded repeatedly. “Yeah. I’m kinda lost. Could you please help me find the main door?” “You’re going in the opposite direction. It happened a lot to his guests.” She gestured. “This way.” “So, he hosts a lot of guests?” I felt like I was fishing for information. Maybe I was. Zax Skoll intrigued me so much that I even considered staying for a night to learn something about him since he didn’t exist on the Internet. But why? Who doesn’t have a LinkedIn account these days?