The Visitor Novels & Stories

“I wouldn't know. This is my first time seeing them.” Then, the resort manager walked up to one of the visitors, looking down on his nose at him. “How may we help you, please?” The manager dared to ask and waited for a response. To his dismay, the visitor did not respond nor cast a glance at him. After waiting for a few minutes, he moved over to another visitor and got the same treatment. Now, he was lost on the next thing to do. At that point, the number of visitors had multiplied and outnumbered the staff members.

I walked to the visitor desk and the woman who was in charge looked at me to say something. "I'm Leah Morris and I'm here for the job interview." I said. "Which department are you applying to?" She asked as she pointed at the glass in front of me to put both of my hands on there. "Security and defence technology." They scanned my finger prints and then she pointed a small camera at me. "Ms. Morris, this is your visitor card. Go to the 16th floor and you will find Mitchell there to assist you." She said and I thanked her. Taking the visitor card with me and walking towards the lift.

(Aadu is a word of respect for calling head of tribe in that particular dialect). “We have a visitor.” The creaky lines on that head’s forehead were a proof that he wasn’t happy at the arrival of another visitor in his home. “Arrival of too many visitors in a lapse of two days isn’t a good sign. I hope to our lord that everything is fine.” He added further arising the curiosity regarding that new visitor in Egon. Till now, them three were the only people who had crossed the Forbidden land and made it to this living

She tried to say, and I knew she wanted to get rid of me like the other people do whenever you visit without an appointment. “Listen. I wanted to surprise him. It’s almost lunch time” I said to her showing her the packs and she lowered her head. “I am sorry, but we have strict policies about visitors and me just can’t allow you to go through” She politely declined as I looked at her letting out an exasperated sigh before looking away.

“Your Highness, sorry to interrupt, but there’s a visitor.” “A visitor again?” I said, lifting one eyebrow in surprise. “Yes, My Lady,” the guard said, looking away. “He says it is urgent.”

The ugly grey cabinet sits flush against a bright yellow wall; I get that in a place like this you want to keep things bright and happy, but this yellow is almost too bright, like it's mocking me with its happiness. "Excellent. If you just sign in here" she slides a visitors booklet towards me with a pen attached to it by a string. I pick up the pen and scribble down my information as she hands me a visitors pin I have to wear for the remainder of my visit. I take a quick scan of the other visitors names, not very many people have come to see their relatives this last week. Although I'm not one to judge, my last visit here would have been months ago.

It wasn't common for Bradon to have visitors-especially ones who would stir up such a reaction in Zain. Regardless of what he had to say, I refused to step inside because I desperately wanted to know who the visitor was and what was making Zain react the way he was. The car came to a stop, and the driver stepped out to open the limousine door with a respectful bow of his head. "Mr. Vulkan..." Zain said respectfully, bowing his head slightly.

The hefty guy replied. I saw the other guys tense up around us while some others glanced at him. I scoffed, looking past him to the door and then back at him. "A visitor?" "Yes, ma." He answered once again. A visitor? What fucking kind of visitor was he having? Because if it was a drug deal or some arms deal he was doing, it was usually done in the basement and not up here. So it made me more curious to know who this 'visitor' was. "What would he say when he learns that I came to see him but you stopped me from doing so? Can you imagine what he would do to you?" I hissed folding my arms.

What-ever it was, I wouldn't figure it out just thinking about it. "Hello?" I said, bored. "What is it?" "Sir, you have a visitor." For a moment, I didn't understand what he meant. Visitor? I never got visitors. Even before I got injured, it was a pretty rare occurrence, so where did the visitor come from? Then it suddenly hit me that someone had come to see me, and my body froze. "I'm sorry, did you just say visitor?" I said in dis-belief. "Yes, sir," the doorman said. "She said she came to see you and I allowed her to come up to your apart-ment."

On the other hand Alys' broke into a smile as she looked at me. “It probably won't be this way without you." She had said. Now witnessing the changes in person, I smiled in adoration. “Alpha, there is a visitor that just came into our pack." A visitor? ‘Could it be Serena?’ I wondered I looked at him to find him looking at me and instinctively knew he shared the same thought. He broke our stare, focusing on the guard. “Who is this visitor?" He asked, voice now hardened. “We don't know. He says he is an Alpha of another pack and wishes to speak with you." The guard said.