The Overnight Guest Novels & Stories

It doesn't seem normal. I stopped Elena and said, "Wait here. I'll go and check first." She nodded and waited for me. I walked to the entrance and asked the security guard, "What's going on here?" "They announced that there'll be a storm tonight in the headlines so all the roads have been blocked by the patrol and we got orders like we shouldn't allow the customers to go out for your safety. So we're stopping everyone from going out." A woman beside me asked the security guard, "What about the guest? I came here to visit my son and I caught a flight to catch. I have to go."

I still can’t believe that Drake is related to Riley, I can’t believe that he had lied to me and used me last night. Wait, did he use me last night? Well, I don’t think so. But that doesn’t matter. He lied to me, that is all that matters. The butler came in and announced the arrival of the second guest we have been waiting for. I was half expecting another surprise, for all I know, the next guest could be the guy Carrie had spent the night with. I wouldn’t be surprised if that happens, I don’t know what these two guys are up to, I have no idea what they are capable of. They could have planned this together,

We enjoyed our company_our haven of peace, even if it was for a little while. I didn't realize that I had drifted into a nap. “I was lying on a cold, hard bed. It was cold, just too cold. I kept turning and tossing, only to wake up in a murky room. It was so dark that I felt blind, voices whispered in an eerie tone. I felt goosebumps on the back of my neck, I was scared and alone. Just when I felt I couldn't bear the whispers that tormented me, I heard my father's voice:

Gianni Summers "Gianni darling, you have a guest" Mrs Riley shouts from somewhere in the house. My heart races at the thought of Elijah being down there. "A guest mother ? Really in my own home?" Soph shouts back nearing the room I'm staying in. My heart settles but at the same time I feel slightly disappointed that it isn't him. Stupid heart. "You don't stay here honey, you are a guest. Your home is wherever Jacob is and I assure you it's not here" Mr Riley shouts from somewhere making me giggle.

But as she turned to leave, Martin caught it. With one glance at the wall clock, past 2 A.M. His irritation softened. She was just a girl, and it was far too late, plus it was raining heavily. He sighed. “Fine. You can stay the night. Guest room’s next door. But this doesn’t happen again.” A smile flickered over her face before she masked it. “Got it,” Gina replied, a hint of relief brightening her voice as she scurried out, leaving a faint trail of gratitude in the air.

He wore no ring, no reservation and no wife in tow, but he seemed convinced she would be there in no time. It wasn’t the first time we’d gotten a guest like him. It was funny and sad at the same time. It took all kinds to make a world and we had them all. Especially since we started getting busier, we were getting in more characters. It made things a lot more entertaining, Tiffany was right. “Are you ready for the night time checks?” I asked, rounding the desk to grab a couple of documents I’d printed earlier. Tiffany nodded. “Already busy. We’ve only got one suite available for the rest of the week and we’ve got no more superior rooms.”

I let out a nervous laugh when they all turned their gazes at me. "Well that wasn't awkward, was it?", I busied myself by pouring coffee into a to-go mug then grabbed some fruit for the road. "Did John sleep here, the all night?", Evie asked, her voice sounded shocked and confused. Turning to look back at the girls, l shrugged my shoulders. "Yep, all night", l said it so nonchalantly that even me l made myself sound like it wasn't a big deal but by the looks on their faces - it was.

The balance that existed within the inn now felt off uncomfortably. Concentration and peace would not be for Gabby today. The thought of having a relaxing bath only reminded her it was in a bath that Olivia died, and Gabby didn’t want a repeat performance. As the weekend approached, a few new guests arrived, but not nearly the numbers of previous years. A man escaping his wife with a mistress. She knew the spirits and fae would break that up soon enough. If he returned to his wife, well, that would be up to him and how smart he was. A group of men came to the inn looking for rooms, but she’d been unable to give them the rooms they wanted with the ghost hunting crew still there. Their represe

Her parents welcomed the couple and guided them inside the house. Her grandma busied herself in entertaining the guests. She immediately warmed up to the couple. When she said that the couple were from Japan, she proudly told the couple about Ryo. Her grandma beamed with pride as she talked about Ryo’s shows. She left entertaining the guests to her grandmother. She seemed to enjoy having peers around. Her mother busied herself in preparing for their dinner. As for her, she went upstairs to prepare the guest room.

"Not this evening. Simply put, thankful. Quiet mornings, dreams shared, and a life forged from the ashes of what we had suffered had characterized the previous three years. Damien had left the shadowy world he had governed and rebuilt his company on fair terms. We had *freedom. It seemed like the past was a faraway memory until someone knocked on our door. An Uninvited Guest I tensed up, going for the little knife that was concealed under the balcony table out of habit—a tendency I had never completely broken. Behind me, Damien stiffened, his fingers brushing mine as he spoke inaudibly, "I got this." Together, we made our exact and well-practiced way to the front door. His face was piercing