The Guest Novels & Stories

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,

he thought of was whether Anna had trouble finding a mystery guest. “No, I didn’t, don’t worry,” Anna said with a smile. “I called to tell you that I have already found my mystery guest so that you don’t have to worry. It’s also so that you can prepare the publicity materials in advance.” “Oh?” Hearing Anna’s words, Jay immediately got excited. If he needed to prepare the publicity in advance, the status of this guest must definitely be impressive! “Who is the guest you found this time?” “Martin Chang,” Anna replied.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know it. The full name is Brandon Price.” The man pretended to check one of the computers. “I’m sorry. We have no guests under that name, Miss. Anything else I can help you with?” “But he’s staying here,” I insisted. “I met him here several times over the last week. Brandon Price, the host of the TV show Haunters.” The man shook his head, always wearing his unshakable polite smile. “I’m sorry, but I can’t accept it without a valid guest name or a room number. Anything else I can help you with?”

Hayden reprimanded the boastful man. There was nothing she could do about him. He wondered how his parents raised him to be such a shameless person. Kevin said with a smile, “I’m the guest and you’re the host. The guest is already up and ready to go, how can you still have the audacity to sleep in? As a host, don’t you have to entertain your guests? While it is true that I have been a disgraceful guest, you’re no better than me. ” Hayden was at a loss of words.

The blanket on it was stained with some mysterious liquid. "One of my friends is coming to see me tomorrow, and I'm letting him stay over. He's a guest, so he needs the guest room. You can just crash out here for the night." She pointed out the window. "You're always going on about flowers and the moon, right? The view's great from here—you can enjoy the night scenery." I stared at her, watching this woman act like she owned the place. I was so floored I didn't even know what to say. Since when did I not even get to sleep in my own bed?

“What... your room?” Akshara replied, “No... I can’t be in your room...? Does this castle lack a guest room?” Ivan asked Akshara, “What is the guest room?” Akshara replied, “Hm... The guest room is a room for your guests... Like me, the person not related but known the owner of the house.” Dev blocked her in a place with his hands on her adjacent sides. His action shocked Akshara and Ivan rolled his eyes to turn his face away from them. “Dev, hold your romance... I am still here”

Things like getting my Rory back. Gabriel let out a low chuckle, clearly entertained. “You should let him be, Mother. He enjoys making his own life difficult.” She ignored him. “Fine. If you won’t listen to me, at least be civil to the guest I invited.” A guest? “You invited a guest to the family dinner?” I asked her with a frown and she simply shrugged. I barely had time to process that before the sound of heels clicking against the floor reached my ears. “Adrian.” A soft feminine voice called out to me from behind.

“All he got is an angular face, but that’s it, and that’s not enough for Lilian! It’s far too below my standards!” “He can go to a stylist and reform himself,” Gareth said. “Still, a big no,” Lilian was blunt. “I just don’t feel attracted to him. He’s not my type.” Iva, on the other hand, was looking at Gareth, wondering why he was speaking like that. “May I ask who our guest tonight is?” “Ahem,” Gabe cleared this throat. “My name is Gabe Brando. I’m the head of a security group.”

The guests clapped and hollered. “Hola, Kayla, do something else for the guests,” a lad from the crowd demanded. Do something? Kayla was a bit confused, her smile and chuckle unsteady. “Something like what?”

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.