The Visitor Novels & Stories

, He asked as he failed to recognize the person. “Hello. I am Sarah Watson and he is Paul.” the visitors announced. . #TBC

He got out of the bed and undid the door. "Mom?" "Yeah, I did not wish to disturb you now but.... You have got a visitor. A beautiful visitor." Mrs. Brown coughed as she eyed at the corridor behind herself that led to the main hall of their house. Zander's eye brows shrunk in confusion. Visitor? His mother never addressed his friends as visitors. Perhaps it was some new person whom she had not seen from the school. "Oh, alright. I will be there in a second." He turned around to go and get his tee when a sharp noise of something clicking on the wooden floor invaded his ears.

He said and I just stood there like I was trapped in some kind of daze with my mouth wide open like the whole world had paused for some moments. "I'm sorry for disturbing your work space Sir. I just came to inform you that you have some visitors who are most likely to be unwanted and my guess is that, they are on their way here." I rasped out trying to lock in the tears that were about to flow out of my eyes. "Who are the visitors?" He quietly asked and I did my best to stop the ever growing urge of rolling my eyes. "Your friend, the one that we met at the night club. I remember that you said your name is Vladimir." I stated and I saw the color drain out of hi

“I’m here to visit Chef Abby. She is here, correct?” The guard pauses, then mumbles something into his walkie-talkie. A moment later, he grunts in my direction. “Appointment?” “I don’t have one.” The guard scoffs. “Sorry, pal. Visitors are prohibited without prior appointments.” I grit my teeth as I glance over at the gate. I could probably drive right through it, if I wanted to, but… No, I won’t do that. “Listen,” I say, “it’s really important. Can I please just speak with her for five minutes? You can frisk me, check my car, whatever—but I’m only here to see Abby, not cause trouble.”

Then she felt something strange. The Visitor—a man in fully covered clothing—did not react to The Past Vione's action. He did not seem surprised when The Past Vione grabbed his wrist, nor did he show any intention of pulling away. The Past Vione frowned. The visitor's behavior puzzled her. She was confused, and then, unintentionally, they made eye contact. "You," the Past Vione whispered in a trembling voice. The dim light in the visitor's eyes made her freeze. "Who are you?"

My breath became warm as our faces came closer. Then one of my security staff rushed in, “Sir, you have a visitor,” he blurted, ruining the moment. Oh fuck! “And somehow you cannot see I'm busy?” I asked with a frown, “Tell whoever it is that I am not available at the moment,” I said, dismissively. “Sir, I'm sorry but the person insists on seeing you now,” he said, adamantly. “I said I am busy!” I shouted. Just then I began hearing noises from outside. Whoever this visitor was, he sure came with trouble, “You know what? Just bring the person to…” I was still speaking when the door was flung open.

"Why should I? Don't visitors deserve the best?" "Would you really refer to yourself as a visitor when you are usually let into my house without anyone informing me and always make yourself very comfortable without being asked to?" "A visitor is a visitor," he remarked. "So where have you been? It's not like you to go out during the weekend. Did you go to the office or was there a work engagement that you couldn't reject?" He questioned and I shook my head. "It's none of the above," I smiled and Brian leaned forward, his eyes filled with curiosity.

And that was when Sarah jerked to reality. "You said what?" Sarah asked. She sounded and looked confused. "Let me in." The visitor repeated. "Sure." Sarah replied and widened the door for her visitor to come into house. She did. The visitor walked into Sarah's house and the moment she walked into the house, she started staring and looking around. Sarah was watching her with rapt attention. When Sarah shut her door, she turned to her visitor. "What do you want?" Sarah asked, using a harsh tone.

“Check again.” The officer immediately began reviewing the records. Noah stood beside me. After a minute, the officer looked up. “There was one visitor.” “When?” “About forty minutes ago.” “Name?” “He gave a name, but we’re checking the identification now.” “What name?” “Samuel Grant.” I went still. Noah looked at me. “Grant?” “Yes.” The officer turned the tablet toward me. The visitor had checked in using an identification card. The photograph wasn’t clear enough to be certain, but the name was unmistakable.

I looked up at both of them. “Security just flagged an unauthorized visitor request downstairs.” Fort’s expression sharpened. “Who?” I turned my phone so they could read the name. And watched the color drain, almost imperceptibly, from Fort’s face. Visitor Name: Adrian Vale. He was here.