The Host Novels & Stories

Not yet. “Good to meet you, Ms.?” the host asked, dragging out the Mrs. as if teasing me, his lips curling into a knowing smile. I cleared my throat again and extended my hand. “Lauren. Just call me Lauren,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Well then,” the host replied, shaking my hand with enthusiasm, “I have to say, you shocked everyone in here including me when you called that amount. But then I remembered, Hale Industries is the best there is.”

"Why would you ask me that?" "I am sorry if you are offended, but this looks like a dating spot; it does not seem like the right place to meet the seniors," I say, and he looks at me as if I were being ridiculous. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words and voice that came did not belong to him. "Welcome, so sorry for the long wait; it is a Saturday, and we are always fully booked, but I could help you," the hostess who stood in front of us beamed with a smile.

HOST HISTORY Host 01: Unknown Host 02: Unknown Host 03: Unknown Host 04: Kaira McCauley Host 05: Alina Crosswell Alina froze. Five hosts. Not one. Not two, but five. Her mind raced. The system had existed long before her. Long before Kaira. “How old was this thing?” She whispered “ What exactly had attached itself to me and why?” Beside her, Adrian's face darkened. "You shouldn't be seeing that." The stranger smirked. "Looks like your secrets are leaking."

With the help of the original owner memories, she was soon in they're dining room. Only to find a foreign look but actually felt familiar to her. 'Oh so its the day huh?' "Yes Host, it is the day" 'W-what? Whose t-there!' "Don't be afraid of me, host" 'Why are you calling me host---!' "My Dear host, please allow me to finish my words before you cut me off!" 'Oh sorry, just teasing you. Chill okay.' " ...." "So Host. I am your system 143 called Love and I am a Male host if you mistake my gene, and no, your not dead yet---"

Boris said, his eyes narrowed and his tone sharp like a knife. "Wha-WHAT??" I said, perplexed, "How can I be a host, Boris? I am a Chef!!" "I know. I was bewildered as well. I tried explaining to the Chairman that you can't be the host as you have no training whatsoever in that field, and as it is only a 15 pax stand-up cocktail party, one host is enough to entertain the guests. However, he specifically asked you to be their host," Boris said. His voice was calm, but I could clearly hear the questioning tone underlying it.

Is he new? "I-You're the Host. I-I'm Glazilda from Kashimori Tower," Glazilda also introduced herself. "Death," said the Host. "Why? ," Death immediately responded. "Dalhin than you," I glanced at Zach who scowled. He looked at me which made me flash a playful smirk. "Just because you can't go past my rank," he shook his head and took a bite on his grilled fish.

, Vanir reiterated. Lanie butted in, apparently following the argument, "What are you saying? She can't be sleeping with Jacob". Vanir smiled, a knowing smile and wisely kept quiet, shrugging in answer to Lanie "Speaking of Jacob, he's a no show again", I said as the assistant manager walked back to the table from going to receive a call, his voice sounding down the table, "Our host will not be joining us, but he sends his regards and his thanks and asks that you enjoy your night as much as you can", he said and left almost immediately.

Even the host could feel the love. The host was a man. He was Earnest. Happy to see Stella Harris, he was so welcoming and at the same time careful. He knew Stella Harris wasn't someone to mess with. Her fans would tear him into pieces. "Welcome Stella Harris! We are so happy to have you here." he said as the interview started. Giving off a warm smile, "I'm happy to be here as well, thanks for the invitation, I feel so honoured." She said, earning a loud applause from the congregation.

I whined, scoffing and thinking about what I should be doing instead of sulking around. “Trust me, you don't want to miss this ball. This one is one of a kind, I've been wanting you to meet the host, but the banshee has been out of the country for few months now, on her private Island enjoying her vacation,” He informed, the wheels in my head spin, was I supposed to know this particular host? “What is so special about this host? Is she a waking Greek goddess? Or is she a walking she-devil?” I questioned, wondering where this question was leading to.

“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?”