Unforseen Guest Novels & Stories

Then, with a sudden violent movement, he gripped the edge of the table and flipped it. Candles toppled, wax spilling like tears. Flowers scattered, their petals crushed under broken plates. The stew seeped across the stone floor, dark and heavy like blood. My carefully prepared evening shattered in an instant. I stood frozen, my heart in pieces among the debris. He didn’t even look at me. He just turned away, his broad back retreating into the gloom of the mansion. His shadow stretched along the wall, distorted, monstrous, until it disappeared into the darkness.

The loudspeaker crackled sharply overhead. [Good morning, guests.] Winona jolted awake instantly. [Last night, one participant violated hotel rules.] A brief pause followed. Then the voice smiled. She cannot see the face, but she can feel their expression. [One guest is now dead.]

A twisted smile stretched against his lips before he nodded his head. "Good." ***Author*** Hey guys. I'm finally back for this story. I'm sorry for taking this long to get to Unsee but here we are now. I will be updating everyday until i finish writing this book. Hope you keep on supporting this story. Enjoy. *-^

He winked suggestively. "Pervert." I teased. "Not if I'm your future husband, Sweetheart." He flirted. "You two are creeping me out." Complained Milan for the upteenth time since we started our trip. "Son, one day you'll be doing what we're doing." Sighed Pierce. "I hope not." He disagreed scrunching his eyebrows in disgust. With a roll of my eyes, I turned to one of the stores and that's where I saw the most beautiful hoodie ever. It was a three coloured hoodie.

Wow! “Mom! Even I will help with the food tomorrow for guests.” I said walking inside the kitchen. “How do you know guests are coming?” Mom asked and I know I got busted but I gave her a frown. “Just like how you know.” I replied, for which she stared at me before shrugging and walked out along with me. “Okay! Tomorrow guests will be really important.” I added not able to stop myself and she frowned again at me. “Why are you both sisters excited about these specific guests?” she asked folding her hands.

I chuckle, slapping her ass. We both busted out laughing and got back to making breakfast. It is good just to laugh and mess around. I look over to where she is, smiling. She must have felt me staring because she met my eyes, smiling back, winking at me. We finished cooking, and as we were plating it up, there was a loud knock at the cabin’s front door, “Are you expecting guests?” I ask, “No. I have no idea who it could be.” She looks both confused and concerned.

Dorian and Astley's chat stopped in a halt when they heard someone talking on the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen... Let's all welcome our special guest today. She's going to set our hearts on fire... She's going to tickle every sensitive nerves inside our body... And she's gonna make us sweat... Without further ado, let's all welcome--- Britney!" one of their classmate back in College and who's in-charge of the bachelor party suddenly announced. One woman with a brunette hair suddenly appeared infront of Dorian and Astley. She's tall, and a fair-skinned woman.

I said. We descended the staircase and landed on the ground floor. "We need to leave now," he whispered urgently in my ears. "OK," I responded, agreeing to his decision. Suddenly, a loud male voice rang in the air through the sound system. "Attention everyone, intruders detected! I would like to welcome two guests to the house. I'm surprised that they boldly gate crashed into our exclusive party where no outsiders are allowed," the announcer said. I gasped in shock. Oh, no! Our presence was already discovered by the vampires!

"Okay, got it. Could you show me to his room now?" “Of course. Follow me,” Maria says, leading the way up the grand staircase. As we walk, I can’t help but notice the eerie quietness of the house. There are no sounds of laughter or running footsteps that you’d expect in a house with a child. It feels...lonely. Maria finally stops in front of a door. “Here we are. This is Leo’s room,” she says, giving me a brief smile before walking away.

As she approached her usual row, the friends she had laughed with just twenty-four hours ago suddenly looked busy. One locked her eyes onto her phone, another quickly placed her designer tote bag on the empty chair beside her, and the rest looked away, completely ignoring her existence. The black card’s curse had officially begun. With a tight throat, Antonia walked toward the very back of the hall and found an isolated desk. The true storm hit the moment she pulled out her chair. A loud, wet squish echoed through the immediate area. Antonia froze. Someone had smeared thick, sticky blue acrylic paint all over the seat.