The Overnight Guest Novels & Stories

I scowled and shook my head, all the while speaking in an ominous tone and adding, "never. You will never get a divorce from me. Ever. As a form of recompense for the forgiveness and mercy that I have for you, I will cause you to suffer. Go back up on your feet and assist me in preparing some food for the people who are coming over now that I've called your name." She blinked her eyes many times as she tried to make sense of the situation before finally asking, "What guests?" I made fun of them while laughing and said things like, "My guests are upstairs. When I've finished fucking them, we'll sit down together for a meal. First, I'm going to eat with them. You are going to prepare a meal fo

She finally decided to watch the television a little, she picked up the remote, turned on the television, and sat on the couch. She changed the channel to the kid's show she always watched. She was about to get relaxed when the show was interrupted with breaking news. “Just this morning, a man was murdered in the Maryland hotel in his suite late last night. According to the little information we have now, the man was identified as a Russian drug lord. The murderer hasn't been caught yet, the cops are investigating the case but one thing we are all sure of is that his death might be due to the rivalry between him and other drug lords.” The news reporter narrated and the picture of the hotel w

Elara’s POV Breakfast the next morning was a loud affair. Out of the thirty-three guests, twenty-four had opted to stay overnight in the guest hall, some even deciding to stay till Monday. “Who is passing whiskey around at eight in the morning?” I asked, sniffing the air. Alpha Olive froze with his back to me, before tiptoeing out of my sight. I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Alpha will not be happy about this,” Harry said to my left.

"The restaurant information will take five minutes. Personal information... give me fifteen if we're staying legal. Ten if we're not." "Stay legal. Mostly." I handed him the name tag. "And Marcus? Make it fast." He took the tag, studied it for a moment, then looked at me with something that might have been concern on anyone else's face. "May I speak freely, sir?" "When have you ever not?" "You're not usually this... interested in your overnight guests." I turned back to the window, watching the city wake up below. "She's not an overnight guest." "Then what is she?"

When he’d restored light in the guest room, he found a queue of partygoers in the hall waiting to retrieve their coats. After another half hour or so, he and Claire closed the door on the last guests, Eric and Emma Beamish. He chuckled. “To think you’ve found the only other people to leave after Gary and the DJ. Unbelievable.” Claire yawned, her slim fingers quivering as she held them in front of her mouth. She looked tired, he thought, as though her experience tonight—or whatever you’d call it—had sucked some of the liveliness out of her. He wondered if a night of passion was now out of the question.

(Winona) It’s the early hours of the morning, and the last of our friends have finally left. Jayden and I have had more alcohol tonight than we’ve had in a long time, and the buzz was nice for a change but not something I want to repeat anytime soon. I know I’ll be feeling crap when I wake up. Anne is sleeping over with Bobby and Sarah in the guest quarters and Abby has collapsed into bed after her first late night in forever. The whole part was perfect.

It's said that the guests will stay for one night. Everything was made new in the guest rooms for the guests. The servants in the house were busy from noon to evening. All wondered who are these important guests. After knowing who are coming from Malik, the old lady was so happy that she was about to faint. As a result when Cathy asked for forgiveness, she was forgiven by mrs Sarah but told her to wait and apologise to Rim. The couple was called for lunch. They left the babies sleep in their bed and went to have lunch after freshening up.

It started at 4:00 with horderves, then a six course sit down dinner, speeches, and a dance with a live band. Jordyn had booked the out of town guests into the hotel for tonight. Dillon and I had also booked a room for convenience sake. We anticipated that the dance would go late into the night and we didn’t want the hassle of trying to make our way back to the estate after what was sure to be a VERY long day. I’d done my best to avoid Laura for the remainder of the evening last night, but it became impossible when we got back to the hotel. So I’d just acted like nothing was wrong, for Stella’s sake of course.

We ordered pizza. Sat on the floor. Ate with paper towels. "This is ours" Nico said. "Yeah" I said. "Ours." *FIRST NIGHT* Dec 23 11:00 PM No guest room yet. Just one bed. One blanket. We lay there. Listening to the building. Pipes. Neighbors. Silence that wasn’t scary. Nico: "Nervous?" Me: "No." Nico: "Me neither." He kissed my forehead. "Goodnight, roommate."

The atmosphere in the five-star hotel restaurant that night was warm and elegant. Golden pendant lights cast a soft glow over the long, finely decorated tables. The scent of wine and French cuisine lingered in the air. Guests from prestigious families had begun to arrive. Jeslyn entered alongside her parents. Her navy evening gown embraced her figure, giving her both a graceful and commanding presence. Her face was adorned with soft makeup, but her eyes were sharp—holding back a storm that had yet to pass.