The Host Novels & Stories

The vast exhibition hall buzzed with discussion, and the live stream chat was also exploding. The organizers were thrilled. After all, with drama comes traffic, and with traffic comes views and ratings. This was exactly what they needed to grab attention. The host wiped the sweat from his forehead. He’d never encountered such a tricky situation in all his years of hosting. The responsible party from the organizers gave him a glance. "Your turn to step in and authenticate the 'real' one!" Host: "..."

“I’m sorry about that. Have a good night, sir.” I notice he raises an eyebrow, but I’m not really sure. “Likewise.” I drag Lora along and storm back inside. I’ve never been more nervous in all my life. Not even when my music teacher told me I got the scholarship. Something about him just seems oddly familiar... I feel myself being dragged to the ground by a strong, tingly force. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!” The host greets the guests when we return. “Once again, I’d like to extend a warm welcome to our annual Christmas Eve celebration. I’m Adam Sebastian, but you probably already know that.”

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!

"Who is this?" She beamed. "This is Liam our new host. Since you are such a good patron, we wanted to offer you some special service tonight." She turned, giving me a pointed look. I bit my lip hard, forcing the irritation down. I plastered the most charming, confident smile I could muster onto my face. "It's a pleasure to serve you, Minister,"