The Host Novels & Stories

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---"

What was he talking about? "Welcome, esteemed guests, to today's conference on innovations in sustainable business. I'm Kang Lee, your host. Let's begin with our keynote speaker, Lexi Alexandra, CEO of Alexandra Conglomerate." Kang Lee, the host, began, and the guests stood up, clapping their hands as they welcomed Lexi with a standing ovation.

The host, standing at the front on a raised platform, commanded attention with a booming voice that echoed through the hall, calling out items and inviting bids. "Hi! Good evening, everyone." The host of the event came onto the stage with a huge smile on her. She was so beautiful, and she looked familiar too. "She hosts a podcast that has featured a lot of celebrities if you're wondering about her looking familiar." Luca mentioned. Oh—I think I remember it now. "Please, can we all have our seat?" she instructed, while a lot of them moved slowly to the well-arranged seat. We weren't sitting at the front or at the extreme end. We

“British, huh?” Isla nodded slightly, her gaze moved to Noah, who had an unreadable expression on his face. He must be disappointed. She had embarrassed him in front of these important people. “Here,” Alex stood up, holding out his hand for Isla. As she took it, he pulled her up. Their bodies collided for a brief second before they sprang apart. “I'm Alex Hawthorne. The host of this party. Are you here alone?” Isla turned to Noah, who avoided her gaze. She felt a sharp twinge in her chest but before she would answer, he interrupted them.

Others press themselves against the walls, desperate to put distance between themselves and my wolf. "This can't be real," someone whispers. "She was supposed to be dying!" "How long has she been hiding this?" I look directly at the host, who's still frozen behind his table. "May I continue participating in the remaining duels? Or are you all suddenly too busy?" The host scrambles to recover, wiping rivers of cold sweat from his forehead. "Yes, yes! Uh... *cough!* Challengers, please step onto the platform!" His voice is shrill with panic.

"Can I see them? The friends I’ve made? I want to have a dinner and game night. Here. Tonight." Clayton almost drops his coffee mug. He turns, his eyes wide, looking at me with a mixture of shock and something that looks like pure, unadulterated hope. "You want to host?" he asks, his voice slightly breathless. "Zia, that’s... you were a natural at that. Everyone always comes here. We’re the 'hub.'" "Then let’s be the hub," I say, a surge of confidence hitting me.

Soon a host spoke on the mic. "Hello, good evening everyone and welcome to "THE HIVE". I hope everyone is enjoying their drinks. We have minor technical difficulties at the moment, but that doesn't mean the party needs to stop." He explains. His hands were sweating as this was not part of the program and his speech was just buying them time to fix the sound system. Though there are musical instruments on the stage, the owner didn't invite a live band and only depended on the DJ and the sound system. "I should have insisted on hiring a live band, even a local band would do." The host said to himself while glancing at the DJ and technical staff who were in a hur

Gunner let go of me, but he slammed the host against the hood of the jeep. “Where is Anna?” Gunner demanded in a deep voice as he slowly twisted the host’s hand over his back. “Who did this fool sell her off to?” His face pressed against the Jeep’s hood, the host managed to look up at me, then he retracted his gaze, “I… I can't say for sure. A lot of people came in today, I know Matteo alright, but I don't think I remember who he sold her off to, whoever she is–Argh!!!”

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".

"Yeah!!" "Alright, but please don't blame me after this." he smiles and squinting his eyes to each corner of the hall until his gaze stops at Hazel. Hazel was checking her phone when the host pointing his finger to her, and soon a spotlight light stops at her, make Hazel look around her, surprised. "What?" She looked at Chase like she was lost with what happening right now. "It's your luck today, miss..?" the host walks to her seat with a mic. Hazel just follows the cue, she stands up and takes the mic. "Hazel."