The Overnight Guest Novels & Stories

But Miranda was tired and fell asleep in the blink of an eye. However, the man in the guest room laid his head on his arm and was not sleepy at all. He looked at the door wondering if his wife would come over on her own accord. Obviously, his wife had forgotten about him. He took a deep breath and obediently went to take a cold bath. Otherwise, how would he sleep tonight? Early morning. Some of the guests woke up early and left there. Most would leave at noon. The guests who came here were all very busy people at ordinary times, so they couldn't stay for long.

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

Axel got out of Max’s car and walked into the house, he walked into the living room and met Lily on the couch. She was asleep and the television was on. He turned to the television and noticed she was watching a kid's show before falling asleep. He checked the time and it was almost midnight, he slowly walked to her and stared at her. Axel suddenly heard footsteps and he looked up to see a maid. “Good evening sir. I had no idea you were back already.” The maid said and all Axel did was stare.

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.

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.

The kids and pets were in the guest room sleeping while the adults were drinking and dancing. This was my engagement night and it was the best night of my life. "Sweet Lady would you be my sweet love for a lifetime?" I sang to Alessandro who was sitting on the couch with a glass of whiskey. "I'll be there when you need me. Just call and receive me." I ran my hand down his beautiful face and he watched me with a smile.

I had drunk several bottles of mineral water while on the bus. Therefore, I felt the urge to get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. When I groggily opened my eyes, I noticed that Kathleen wasn't in bed. On my way to the bathroom, I passed by the living room and saw a dim, red light flickering from the room next door. It was just the two of us at home—could Kathleen be in there? If it was her, what was she doing there this late at night?