The Host Novels & Stories

but in the end, I also see him chuckle, adding, "Well, some buddies just have these benefits, as they call them. You liked me, too, right?” I attempt to speak, but it seems there are no appropriate words, so I dispel my confusion by asking, "Is that all? You assume a host is a man then, right?” I inquire, but he simply chuckled again, finally turning his head away from me to stare in front of him. “I can tell that you're thinking the same thing, but to be honest, nobody is aware of who the host is. However, I can guarantee that after tasting your pussy, the beast will become paralyzed.”

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---"

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?”

OV. I finally am able to move so I slowly walk to her and sat at the foot of the bed, I watched in sadness as she instinctively grabbed the blanket to cover herself tightly. I begin to explain that I won't hurt her. That she was safe. she then asked in a silky chirp that was so low I barely could hear "Why am I hear?" She was clearly afraid. I didn't have it in me to tell her at this moment that she was my hostage so I lied "my men heard your screams while looking for weak spots in your people's defenses, they came to your aid and brought you here in this condition, my healer Micah tended to your wounds." Her Expression softened at first then turned angry "you are going to attack my parents!

Franco smiled helplessly at Hector. He chuckled. “Why, yes. Yes. And yes. Hahaha..” “Kyaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!” The audience could be heard. “There you go ladies and gentlemen. As always, I am your host, Franco Hooper and this is The Morning Room. Have a great day everyone!” He shook hands with Hector again as the camera panned out and viewed the excited audience. “Aish.. I missed the interview..” Melody muttered. She checked the TV and saw that she couldn’t watch it again, especially since she doesn’t usually record The Morning Room show.

My eyes widened instantly, "are you the host of the party?" "One of the hosts, so it will break my heart if you don't show up as my special guest," Rowland answered. "I will think about it then, see you later host" I said, tapping his shoulders as I took the next turn to the library hall.

Tyler returned to the table where we were, bringing the orange juice I had ordered. "Not at all, and you?" "I'm happy to show off my girl and my future Olivia to everyone," he said, sealing our lips. My girl? Okay, this boy is bipolar. A man began to tap the fork on the glass, getting everyone's attention. "I'll ask for your attention for a minute to introduce this year's host, a promising young man, by the way. Please, ladies and gentlemen, welcome our new host, Luke Stones." It can't be. It was him.

She noticed that he often tried to ignore her, but she always found a way to make those deadly stern eyes look at her with anything but approval. “We’re going out for dinner.” “Is it work?” “No.” “Then it is fine, I can just stay and eat at the house.” “It was not a question Ms. Vaccarelli.” “Perhaps you are unfamiliar with the concept of public dinners, but they usually involve conversation and a good time, and dare I say that I’m quite certain neither of us will have the desire to indulge in either of these in each other’s presence.” “Does my presence intimidate you Ms. Vaccarelli?”

But every second it occurred to him, he shook out of it immediately, not wanting to be dragged into that. The host was a different lady from the person who had walked them in, but Rina was pleased to find out it was the same host as the one that had featured Joel Osteen. She was exactly the way Rima remembered, with her sharp and condescending eyes, nose that seemed to be keen on sniffing every gossip and rumor in the air but never paying attention to herself, and eyes that bore so many hidden agendas.