The Visitor Novels & Stories

he replied with a posh-like accent, “You have a visitor remember?” Visitor?? My eyes widened at the mention of a visitor! “Visitor?” Asher asked, clearly confused as I was, “I don’t remember inviting anyone. The Blackwood—- “Miss Dinah, Master Asher” The housekeeper murmured, “She’s here to see you.” Dinah??? Who’s Dinah???

Sofia rasped. “ You have a visitor ma'am” Vester mumbled after knocking. “ Who is it?” “ Aran Watson” Vester rasped and Sofia let out a smirk

The visitor countered with a question. Mr. Mercer looked at the odd visitor from head to toe. He even had his judging eyebrow deviously high and took a step forward. "Yes. He is not here at the moment. But you can leave a word for him." He strictly stated. "What about his parents? If he happens to have any." The visitor replied. The old man's threatening eyebrow quirks back up. "They are here. You must be?" "Attorney Fernandez Hussein of Drax Family." An emotionless response from the lawyer.

She told me. I don't know who was it and I am curious so I asked her who is her visitor. "I'm sorry ma'am but we're not allowed to tell you. You can come back tomorrow." She told me and I am pissed. I took a sigh of dismay. I can't force the receptionist to tell me about her visitor's information so I made a plan. I waited outside. Two hours later... Lucy POV It's been two hours but her visiting hours weren't done yet.

Well this man has been refusing to grow old. "We are expecting some visitors today," Dad said as we both walked down the stairs. "What type of visitors?" I asked curiously. "And whose visitors are they?" I asked again, pausing at the last stair case. "Maybe August visitors, or how do you people call it. But do you remember Tara Gold?" Dad asked. "Yes, I do remember her, what does she has to do with the visitors?" I asked hurriedly. "Calm down young man, I'm glad you can remember her." Dad said, giving me a hard stare.

If she had a chance to return to her life many years ago…she would gladly give anything. “Miss Catherine, you have a visitor,” a nurse entered and informed her. “A visitor?” As far as she knew, the only visitor she ever had was Karen. She looked up at the nurse, certain there was an error somewhere. “I'm sorry nurse but I think you are mistaken. My only visitor just left minutes ago.” “You are Miss Catherine right?” “Yes, I am.” The nurse confirmed with the notepad in her arm. Then she turned back to her,” then I have the right person. If it's okay with you, should I send him in?”

She looked at me rudely and said, "Vilda's condition is unstable, and she doesn't meet the criteria for visitors. Please leave." I glanced at the name badge on her chest, which seemed to read "Attending Physician." I asked, "You're the doctor?" She nodded and said, "I'm Vilda's attending physician, Dr. Tamara Dickinson." I put down the fruit basket and explained, "I'm her friend, and I'll leave after seeing her." "There's no need. Strangers will only exacerbate her condition. You should go," she replied. I frowned and said, "I'm her friend, not exactly a stranger. Do you refuse visits from her family for the same reason?"

But I could never let her go, and she belonged to me and no one else. “Sir.” A voice interrupted my thoughts. “Yes?” “You have a visitor.” A visitor? “Let him in,” I answered. I didn't care about asking who it was because they only allowed reasonable people to meet with me. The door opened slightly before a builder entered the office with a walking stick. “Rodrigo.”

I wanted to ask him to dismiss whoever it was the visitor, but the name sounded too familiar for me to shoo its bearer out of my chambers. “Let the visitor in.” I ordered. ………………………………………………. This time around, it took him twenty minutes to usher in the visitor. She was cladding in a purple gown, and her lips were so red I thought she was abnormal. Who on earth would wear a brazen red lipstick over a pink gown?

Nevertheless, the visitors, who believed that it was their rights to be in the campus by that hour of the day, were cranky. “What is the meaning of this? Why should you deny us of our freedom of movement?” One of the visitors blurted out. Then, the security guard clarified, “Sir, we have closed to visitors for today. Besides, this is a campus and not a zoo or an amusement park, where you can visit for a sightseeing.” Now, the visitor was intimidated. He just realized for the first time how silly his action was.