The Overnight Guest Novels & Stories

Deflated like a sad balloon. She looked from the tire to me, a challenge in her eyes, as if saying: Now what, hotshot? I did the gentlemanly thing. “Guest room’s made up. You’re welcome to it.” The look she gave me could have curdled milk. “You’re putting me in the guest room?” “My bed isn’t part of the package,” I said, my voice leaving no room for debate. It’s a simple policy. Sleepovers lead to breakfast. Breakfast leads to expectations. I don’t do expectations.

” The Guest Room I heard her before I saw her. A soft laugh, a shuffle of sheets, the faint creak of the mattress. It was past midnight, and the whole house slept except for her. Her mother, my oldest friend, was miles away on business, trusting me to keep an eye on things. Trusting me with her. But I found myself standing outside the guest room, hand hovering at the knob, pulse thudding like I was some teenager sneaking into trouble. And maybe I was.

said Osiris as he walked over and sat down at his claimed spot on the couch. The movie started and I fell fast asleep cuddled next to Andrew, my feet on Osiris’s lap, and Evander posted up down in front of me. I felt so relaxed I didn’t even notice I had fallen asleep until the movie was over, and Andrew woke me. “Little Luna, wake up?” whispered Andrew. My eyes opened and I looked around. It took me a few seconds to get my bearings and remember I was in Guesthouse 1 and not my cottage. “Hey Andrew, sorry I fell asleep. What time is it?”

Fall asleep, stop dreaming, the next day will start to open to welcome guests, these guests have registered online, gone through the review, finally arranged to stay. Today is a couple, the two come here mainly to see the maple leaves, stay for two days, welcomed by Sandra Narie, Anne Jenner and Anna Dawn and Linda Nicole stay at the hotel to prepare a welcome performance. , today the weather is good, there is a little warm sunshine, the door transmits the sound of the car and there is a rattle bell. Probably the one who came, Anne Jenner put her phone away, got up and went out to meet her. Looking back from afar.

By 1:45, I was behind the desk, taking over from Moira. “Lila, you look so much better after a good night’s sleep,” she said, giving me a warm hug. “Thanks, Moira. Bookings tonight?” “Ten. All one-nighters. Should be an easy evening,” she said, folding up her paper and heading upstairs. I settled into the desk, reviewing the emails and checking the reservation system. All ten guests were due to arrive around 7 PM looked like a group booking. I prepared their welcome packs, towels, and scanned some light reading material until the first familiar face popped in.

NEXT MORNING, MAVERICK'S MANSION – SATURDAY Sunlight filtered through the cream-colored curtains of the guestroom shining a light on Olivia's face as she remained fast asleep under a quilt. Her mouth was slightly open, a thin trail of drool trickling onto the soft mattress. Outside the door, four maids anxiously bit their fingers. For the past hour, they had been trying to wake her, but she remained in a deep slumber. They weren't sure what to do now. They certainly didn't want to wake the young master.

he said in a soft voice. “How did you ever get a room like this last minute on Saturday night?” “We always set aside a block of rooms for guests of this function to use if they choose to stay the night. Some people have too much to drink and just want to crash, some people have a long drive home and are tired.” “Thoughtful,” she remarked. “And safer for our guests.” He softly kissed the back of her head. “I’d like to have a look around some more,” she said. “Sounds good,” he replied.

Ronan I stood in the guest lodgings, the air stale with the smell of last night’s party. My boots sounded hollow on the wooden floor of the vacated rooms, where Sienna’s pack had been. She was gone. No checkout, no note. I had told her to go, but she hadn’t said anything, had slipped out of my fingers without a word. My beta, Liam, was standing next to the doorframe, and his phone was in his hand as he went over the guest registry. “She didn’t check out, Ronan,” he said, his voice steady but holding an edge I did not care for.

Somehow still managing to work while trying to relax his mind. " Extra ordinary. Every night is packed, including the VIP area, unless they are booked out for the night." The manager answered proudly. So far, the club was thriving and maintaining the number one spot. He couldn't be more happy. " Meaning there's a guest who booked out the area today?" Asher remarked, taking note of the scanty vip area which was separated from the main area by a glass floor to ceiling wall. " Ah! Yes. We have guests booked today, they should be here any minute now." The manager explained while Asher gave a satisfactory nod.

Evelyn The TV woke me up. Not mine. The one in the guest room down the hall that nobody used, blaring through the wall loud enough that I sat up in bed disoriented and grabbed the duvet and just listened. A news anchor’s voice, fast and urgent the way they only got when something had actually broken and they were scrambling to keep up with it. I got up and went to the door and opened it. The housekeeper was standing in the hall outside the guest room with both hands pressed over her mouth.