Uninvited Guest Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

An invitation showed up in Zara’s inbox quietly, with no fanfare, just a simple notification and a fancy-looking digital card. It was black with shiny silver writing, clean and elegant. At the top, in bold letters, it read: “The Midnight Masquerade.” It wasn’t just any party. This was a private, high end event, thrown by a mysterious tech billionaire. Only the rich, famous, or very well-connected got invited. It was one of those parties where you had to either be someone or know someone important to get through the door.

CHYNA I was about to plop again when I heard my doorbell rang. Who must it be? Without enthusiasm, I stood up and opened the stupid door without even checking the CCTV monitor. And I was surprised to see who is the uninvited guest. “What do you want?” I grumpily asked. “Is that how you greet your neighbour who visited you?” Gian grinned. “You are an uninvited guest so, it’s fair to greet you that way.” I bluntly said. “So, what are you doing here? And where are you going to deliver my furniture?”

Unknown POV In a large dark room illuminated only by a crackling fire within a majestic marble fireplace sat an unknown man. In a high back chair holding a glass of bourbon he sat with his back towards the door gazing at the fire. It was the middle of the night, only the unknown man with his butler standing guard at the door. The butler bowed and gestured for a man to enter the room “He’s been waiting for you young lord.” Zviad is now seen walking into the room while the butler closes the doors behind him. Zviad walks towards the man and bows.

He clench his fist and storms out. Quiet now, but not for long. Just as the guests begin to settle, the double doors burst open. The press trails behind an uninvited guest. Desmond. He walks in like he owns the occasion. But he wasn't invited? This can't be a mere coincidence. "Isn't that her ex?" Someone whispers. "The one who cheated on her?"

Riven. Oh yea. I remembered that I had just handed him the invite without a proper explanation. “It's an invite,” I said, as I watched him do his cooking. “Yea, I know it's an invite, but you didn't say anything. And there’s not much written on that thing. It’s just all white with the caption: VIP guest,” he complained. “Maybe if you weren't housing all male genders in your dorm, I would have made a proper explanation before handing you the card,” I snorted.

I stared at the woman with wide eyes. The room fell into silence; no one knew what to say anymore. The older woman was not budging. Avia didn't come back to play, and he knew that without her approval, nothing could happen. The doorbell rang before anyone could utter a word, and I smiled, glad for the distraction, and was happy my chess piece had arrived. “I have a guest, hope you guys dont mind,” I say coolly, not that I care if they do. “This is a family breakfast. Why are you inviting a stranger?” my father asked.

On New Year's Eve, the Giovanni family announced an open bid for a major cross-regional partnership project centered on drug trafficking rights. As Consigliere and the lead person in charge, I was heading the bidding process. On the day of the bidding, the venue was filled with Dons and Underbosses from various mafia families. Sitting on the review panel, I went through the bid proposals submitted by each family. Suddenly, I spotted a familiar name—the Costa family had also come. I looked toward the lower section of the room. Sure enough, there was Don Costa in the corner. He was wearing the same suit from two years ago, though it looked a bit more worn now. He had thinned, and his face carr

“Anyone else I should be wary of?” She raised her brows. “You mean aside from the Lagunov family?” “Lazar told me they weren't invited,” I said. A dry chuckle tore through her throat. “That doesn't mean they're not going to try to get inside and ruin your day. Lazar knows it too. And there's always a possibility that one of Lazar's cousins will invite them even against Lazar's will.” My eyes widened. “Can they do that?” “Technically, yes.” She smiled tightly. “Of course, the unwanted guest might be stopped at the door, but it might cause a lot of drama…”

… Meanwhile, at the wedding, Hugo was slipping a ring onto Sophia's finger, gazing at her with deep affection. The moment was interrupted when the bodyguard barged in, momentarily silencing the crowd. Hugo frowned in annoyance. "Why are you interrupting? Can't you see the ceremony is in progress?" Wiping the sweat off his forehead, the bodyguard handed over an envelope. "Mr. Laurent, it's about Ms. Blake. She left a farewell letter at the entrance, and she's likely already gone. She has booked an international flight—it's about to take off. Shouldn't you go after her?"

From my family and my friends whom I trusted the most. My phone immediately rang and saw the unregistered number calling me. I would not have answered it but someone motivated me to answer it. I sighed before answering the call. "Hello?" "Good evening, ma'am Valdez." said the voice on the other line. Its female voice is commonly heard in hotels. "Yes, who is this?" tanong ko. "Mr. Valdez wants you to attend the family dinner this coming Sunday." " What?" " Sorry ma'am, but your father said it so. I will send you the details." she said and suddenly hang up.