The Overnight Guest Novels & Stories

The blanket on it was stained with some mysterious liquid. "One of my friends is coming to see me tomorrow, and I'm letting him stay over. He's a guest, so he needs the guest room. You can just crash out here for the night." She pointed out the window. "You're always going on about flowers and the moon, right? The view's great from here—you can enjoy the night scenery." I stared at her, watching this woman act like she owned the place. I was so floored I didn't even know what to say. Since when did I not even get to sleep in my own bed?

"Why don't you stay with me for the night? It's late and you look exhausted." Samantha's heart skipped a beat. She knew it was a risky move, but she also knew that she didn't have many other options. "Okay," she said, a shy smile spreading across her face. Adam led her up to his spacious apartment, offering her a guest room to stay in. As Samantha settled into the cozy bed, she couldn't help but wonder what fate had brought her to meet someone like Adam.

“He’d like to stay here for the night. He, uh, he has a guest with him.” “A guest?” I frown. “You mean his wife?” “No, a girl. If she’s older than eighteen, I’d be surprised.” Carly lowers her voice. “Okay. Get a suite prepared for him and one for his… guest?” “He said one room should suffice.” “Over my dead body. Fucking pervert.” I growl. “Two suites. Make them comfortable. Invite them to the Solstice party. Milo and I will come greet them as soon as I am done with lunch with my parents.”

When guests stay overnight, I remember how we typically offered them those unoccupied spaces to make use of them. I thought I would be staying in one of them. I didn’t expect that Killian would keep me out of the Packhouse entirely. Was it because Giselle had advised him, or was it because he didn’t trust me? “You have guests other than me?” I asked, trying to gauge his intentions. “No, you are our only guest,” he replied, his tone steady. I fell silent as his answer left me with unanswered questions, After some walking, we finally arrived at the guest house that Killian had mentioned. The house looked decent, and its modern design contrasted sharply with the older structures that surrounded

Joanna touched her curly hair and smile defiantly, "producer lance just expressed his appreciation for you last night, and you showed up in the hotel this morning. what happened last night?" of course, Joanna knew what had happened. she called the reporters this morning as a way to try and embarrass Elsa, Elsa chuckled, "you showed up at the hotel early this morning, didn't you have something to do with the producer?" Donald drank a lot of wine last night, and I took care of him all night, "Joanna said with a smile.

he had said with no expression. “Do we have any overnight guest upstairs?” Christopher asked. “Yes, sir. But, I didn’t feel –” “I know, you didn’t feel comfortable knocking on everyone’s doors in this situation,” Christopher said for him. Bruce’s party was the first and last time William had entered Christopher’s or his brothers’ bedrooms when a woman was in the mansion. “I just need to know which rooms – if you know.” “I believe some . . . overnight guests are in Mr. Trevor’s and Mr. Bruce’s room. And I know the blue room, the stonewall room, and the red room are occupied, sir.”

"But you're the first person he's ever asked to stay overnight." He added, "Mr. Knight has always kept strict boundaries with his private space. This is also the first time the guest room has been used." A smile curved my lips, and I didn't ask any more questions. Inside the bag was the latest seasonal collection from a luxury brand-with the tags already removed. Even the undergarments were exactly my size. The old man sure knows how to charm. After washing up and changing, I walked out of the guest room. The aroma of coffee wafted from the dining room.

“Saturday morning, I want you here early. I have arranged an appointment for you to get ready for the barbeque. Do your hair and makeup. In fact, you may want to stay over Friday night, to save you the trip.” Her gaze flew to mine. “Stay over?” she repeated, a slight tremor in her voice. I stood up. “Let me show you the place.” She didn’t say a word during the tour. I showed her the guest rooms, the den, and the private gym located at the other end of the condo on the main level. Upstairs, she was decidedly nervous when I showed her the master bedroom. I indicated the guest room across the hall. “That one has a private en suite. I assume you’d like that room.”

He lifted me up, and set me down on the shelf, with my buttocks resting on it. “Let's continue.” He whispered in my ear before pressing his lips against mine. ***** It was late at night, and Damon had been in his painting room since the afternoon, working on a piece. I was about to check what had kept him occupied for so long when, out of nowhere, the landline in the living room rang. “Hello!” "Good evening, Mrs. Graham. It's Ben," the gatekeeper said. "There's a disturbance outside between Mr. Graham's bodyguards and an unfamiliar woman." He sounded tense, and I could hear voices in the background.

I wasn’t trying to get deaf before I can meet up with John by 7am. When I got out of the bathroom, she had curled up already fast asleep on my bed. I collected my belongings and stormed out of the room, leaving the bed for her. For tonight, I’d sleep in the guest bedroom. I had been moving all night and had literally 3 hours to have some shut eye.