The Guest Novels & Stories

AnTaotao walked to the door of the guest room and asked curiously. Hearing the voice of An Taotao, Aunt Chen stiffened and her eyes became erratic. "Yes, there is a guest. He is brought here by Mr. nine. But Mrs. an, don't worry. He should have left after staying for a few days." Why was she in such a hurry? Since she was a guest of Mr.King, she could just stay here. She couldn't drive him away. "What kind of guest is he? A man or a woman?"AnTaotao asked curiously.

“I-I don’t mean to be rude, but may I know who the guest is?” “Yes.” The butler nodded. “I believe his name is Nathan Michaelis.”

Ava stood at the grand entrance of the hotel, taking a deep breath as she straightened her blazer. The guests had started arriving, and she wanted everything to go perfectly. She knew that good reviews from VIPs would boost the hotel’s profile and, ultimately, its success. Beside her, Gabe stood with a warm smile, ready to assist with the check-ins, while a line of staff prepared to handle the luggage. Out of the twenty expected guests, nineteen had already arrived and been taken to their suites. Ava tried not to seem anxious, but she couldn't help glancing towards the door every now and then, hoping the final guest would arrive soon.

I walk up casually, well casually-ish and I lean one elbow on the counter and immediately knock over a stack of brochures. “Oops,” I whisper. “Sorry, my bad. Just, clumsy. Anyway. Hi.” She blinks. “Good evening.” “I’m looking for a guest,” I say, in what I hope is my best elegant heiress with secrets voice. “Mr. Rowe.” “Unfortunately, I can’t give out guest information,” she replies in that sing-song customer service tone that makes me want to scream into my velvet pillow. I nod slowly. “Right. Of course. Privacy. Totally understand.”

"How may I assist you today?" I return his nod with a smile. "Good morning, Gabriel. I wanted to discuss a few things with you." Gabriel's eyes flicker in attention. "Yes, sir." "I have a special guest with me this time, so I need you to take good care of her. Provide her with anything she needs," I say. Gabriel nods, his professional demeanor unwavering. "Of course, Mr. Giovanni. I will make sure that your guest receives the utmost care and attention during her stay. May I inquire about any specific preferences or requirements she may have?"

then I paused for a moment and spoke again. “Mr. Aggarwal, you won't mind if I call my guests here? will you?” Saket and his mother frowned. Displeased with the uninvited guest. As if, I give a D*mn. While Karan and Amayra know whom I am going to call and Krisha knew as well. and without waiting for their response, I called my guest inside. As soon as my so-called guest entered or say pushed inside by my bodyguards. The face paled of the mother and son duo.

One of the host said as they recognized their most influential guest arriving in the restaurant. “Lets go little Dragon, time for our third date”

"Ladies, who are you staring at?" "OMG! Miss Margux... it was Mr. Heisenberg, who was also invited to be a guest tonight! Crap! What a handsome man he is!" "Oh my goodness! He's truly a geek god. My God! Even if it's just sperm he offers, I'll agree as long as it's from him." Margaux simply laughed and shook her head. "Please join us in welcoming our second guest for the evening..." The audience was erupting with screams and shouts even before Margaux entered the stage.

“Hey, Melissa.” Annabel’s voice pulls me back. She walks up to me, clipboard in hand. “We need to set a special table. An important guest is arriving in two hours.” I force a smile. “Do you know who?” “Yes,” she says. “Mr Garth. He owns one of the biggest brands in Greece. The manager said he’s staying the night. Having him here will bring massive exposure. Influential people will follow. This hotel will be a hit.” My mind races.

Ignoring my question, he countered, "What do you mean by 'guest'?" Perplexed, I pursed my lips, uncertain of how to respond. "I don't understand your question," I admitted. Yes, I had indeed mentioned 'guest,' but I couldn't grasp why he was probing me about it. "Oh," I exclaimed, after the realization dawned on me. "Were you asking why I referred to myself as a guest?" I queried, raising my voice slightly. He remained silent, nodding with the same furrowed brow. “How are you a guest?” He asked,