Novel & Cerita Unforseen Guest

Emma's sneer cut through the air, "We all remember what you did—the students you hurt and the expensive lab gear you wrecked. You've got the nerve to show up at our school reunion? The way I see it, you're a jinx! You're nothing more than a stain on our university's name!" Her words hung in the air, loud and clear. Oddly enough, no one else chimed in. Because just moments ago, everyone's phones buzzed with a shocking video. It played out clearly, showing Emma's past actions—how she had mixed two volatile chemicals with a catastrophic outcome and how she had vanished before the chaos unfolded. There I was, in that video, cast as the unwitting victim. Andrew had rushed in to rescue Emma, not r

Arien could notice that all guests were either high profile business tycoons or were famous in entertainment field. "How's he able to invite such people." Arien couldn't help but think. Devian and Arien were to welcome the guests. Louis came along with Edvard and Emily Wayne. They greeted when the Wayne family entered. Edvard and Louis went inside but Emily stayed. "Brother Leo, I'll help you greet the guests." She said childishly. "No need. Go inside. You're our guest." Arien smiled at her and spoke really nicely. But she got a grin in return. She didn't spoke further.

- Alice - A cold dread settled over me like a thick fog. Chloe’s words echoed in my mind—He’s coming tonight. My heartbeat hammered in my chest, a frantic drumbeat threatening to drown out everything else. My brother. The word tasted bitter, wrong. I couldn’t believe it. The boy I’d once played with, the one I’d trusted—he was the enemy now. The truth hit me like a punch to the stomach: he was the one coming for me. My hands trembled as I stared at Chloe, desperately trying to hide the tears blurring my vision. “It’s… it’s him,” I whispered, voice trembling. “My brother… He’s coming. Tonight.”

The moment she said that, a few of the guys across from me looked up with smirks that made my skin crawl. When I'd brought her home last night, she wouldn't even take her shoes off and just rolled around on the guest bed. There was a trash can right next to the bed, but she chose to throw up all over the floor instead. The stench was overwhelming—I had to scrub it clean several times. I forced a smile. "Have you checked the weather forecast today?"

Six months after that, we had an amazing wedding. The place was packed on our wedding day. Ruby sent me a message, wishing me a happy marriage. By then, I had almost forgotten about her. When I saw her message, it took me a whole minute to remember that Ruby was the one who sent it. "Hey, groom, it's almost time. What are you waiting for? Go get your bride!" the host called out, snapping me back to the moment. I looked up to see the sky, clear and blue as always.

The secrets and mysteries of the Underworld loomed large, and I couldn't escape the feeling that the path I was on would only lead to more enigmatic revelations and unforeseen dangers. As the party's merriment reached its crescendo inside, I stayed outside, my heart heavy with the weight of the unknown. The night held its secrets close, and the whispers of the garden seemed to echo the haunting uncertainty of the world I had become a part of. I met Hayden once again at my house, outside my house, at one of my mother's charity parties once again. I was outside in the yard when I stiffened when I felt a presence behind me. Almost immediately, I turned around.

At least not now. After the church service, we made our way to the cemetery. The cold wind cut through my clothes, and I shivered, pulling my coat tighter around me. The sky was a dull grey, the sun hidden behind thick clouds, as if even the heavens were mourning too. The mourners gathered around the grave, their faces etched with the deep lines of sadness and fatigue. I could see Alex’s father watching me. He had been glancing at me all day, his eyes dark and unreadable. I felt the weight of his stare, the questions hanging in the air between us, unspoken but loud and clear. He was wondering about me, about this strange twist of fate that had me, the daughter of his daughter's former lover,

Lightning inevitably followed but I found myself eager for it to light my path. As soon as the storm came, it was gone. I found myself standing in a room I didn’t recognize, running my hand over the opulent furnishings. I heard footsteps behind me and turned to see a woman I didn’t know, but she looked oddly familiar. She opened her arms to me and I walked into them without hesitation. Broken sobs tore from me as she stood there patiently holding me. Who was she and why was I so distraught?

THE UNSEEN HUSBAND Sebastian found the journal by accident. It was three days after the confrontation with Helena, and he'd been looking for a book to read to the children before bed. Alessia had mentioned keeping some books in the chest by the window, so he'd opened it without thinking. Inside, beneath a few worn volumes, was a leather-bound journal. He almost closed the chest immediately—it was clearly private, clearly Alessia's—but the page it was open to caught his eye. Not because of nosiness, but because of the handwriting. The same careful script from the letters Helena had intercepted, but this time formed into poetry.