The Host Novels & Stories

He takes a seat on the single stool on stage and clears his throat. The story begins, and for the next few minutes, I am in total awe. I'm not even jealous of the writer; I'm not even capable of half of this masterpiece. The host ends, and the room is quiet for a few seconds before a standing ovation begins. I jump from my seat and clap so loudly that my palms hurt, but it's worth it.

“Mr Dumont, I’m the host of today’s interview. Carla Esteban. We met yesterday. I’m very happy that you accepted our interview and I’m honored to be the host.” She still had her hand stretched out and he made no move to shake her. He just looked purely displeased!

A note from the author. We have just reached the climax. Demon host has finally come to an end right here. And I know there are so many things that have not been sorted out, so many mysteries to be solved. And you all have questions, which is why I am currently working on putting up the second part of this series "Demon's possession".

hindi na ako nakatiis pa at tinawagan ko talaga si Molly na siyang nag-make-up sa kanya. "Kalma lang kuya, maya-maya lang ay lalabas na rin kami. Siguro kailangan mo ng kausapin ang host for tonight para simulan niya ng ipakilala ang celebrant. "Fine."Maikling tugon ko at pagkatapos ay nagmamadaling pumunta ako sa back stage upang kausapin ang host.

Excitement fills the air as Adam and Samantha prepare for their gender reveal party. They've invited their closest family and friends to share in this special moment. The living room is decorated with blue and white balloons, and a large box stands in the center, adorned with a big bow. As their loved ones gather around, anticipation builds. Adam and Samantha stand side by side, holding hands and wearing smiles that can't be contained. They share a brief moment of nervousness and excitement before Samantha steps forward to address their guests.

He looked the same as always; tailored suit, perfectly styled hair, ever the picture of control. When he saw me, he stood and smiled like we were old friends meeting for lunch. “Ava,” he said smoothly. “I was worried you’d changed your mind.” “Guess you don’t know me as well as you think,” I said, taking my seat. He chuckled and sat beside me. “Oh, I know you. Maybe better than you’d like.” I didn’t look at him. I focused on the camera instead. The host—a cheerful woman named Lila with naturally styled curls—stepped forward. “We’re live in sixty seconds,” she said, giving us both a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Try to keep it civil, please.”