Uninvited Novels & Stories

It came through a secure channel one she hadn’t used before, but somehow already recognized as intentional. No greeting.No explanation.Just a time.And a location.Jesse saw it over her shoulder.“That doesn’t look suspicious at all.”Everlyn didn’t smile.“It’s not meant to.”Marcus, sitting across the room, leaned forward“Let me guess,” he said. “No name attached?”Everlyn shook her head.“No.”Marcus exhaled.“Then it’s someone who assumes you already know who they are.”That was the unsettling part.Because she didn’t.The second invitation came the next morning.Different format.Same tone.This time, a short message accompanied it:

He smiled: "I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable. But what happened to you today? I don’t remember Dustin said you would be here, so… So you mean I’m uninvited, right? Dustin glanced at Micheal. How can he say that? He said he would bring his wife here but he is acting like he doesn't know anything? But when Dustin was about to say something, Annie said: "Is that so? Can't my husband bring me here for dinner? We don’t need your invitation to be here! You overestimate yourself.” Micheal looked a bit uncomfortable: "But unfortunately, we hire the whole restaurant today, I’m afraid you will have to go to another place for dinner…”

Sorry everyone, I expected everyone to be gone when I dispersed you all, but then I received vital information that one of my uninvited guests was not welcomed. "If you are the one, please come forward!" I knew no one would, but then it made it easy for me to see through them all. "Hurry up, Tristan, find him!" I found Derrick in the crowd seated comfortably without flinching. "Oh brother, it's you; you're welcome, and I apologize for not officially inviting you. You had to show up uninvited." The murmuring was loud; I could hear some of them making jokes. Derrick smiled and waved his invitation card. "Hell no, that’s impossible

I can't believe what I just heard. "And not just that, I'll be throwing a party tomorrow night, and I wanted you to come with me," he added. "Are you inviting me to your party, Ty?" I asked for a confirmation. "Yes, Miles, I am." He simply replied. No one in my entire life had ever invited me to a party. Being an outcast for being gay, I had grown accustomed to feeling excluded from social gatherings. The sting of rejection had become a familiar pain. So, when I received an unexpected invitation from Tyler, confusion washed over me. It felt like a cruel joke, one that would surely end in humiliation. After all, why would anyone want a freak like me to be there?

Sky tapped on my shoulder and I pulled away from the plate. He grabbed my empty plate and dropped it on his before walking out of the dinning. I was now left alone with Jared whom was sitting across the table. He was on his phone and I gathered my things in my school bag. "Umbrie, your best friend is Daphne, right?" He asked and I nodded. "You have to be careful with her. You don't even know her well enough, alright? I saw her visiting the old witch. People like that are not good people." He said and I arched my brows.

He said, "Why haven't you gotten lost yet? You're this old and still have no manners. You just came to swindle a free meal, didn't you? Are you really that desperate for a meal? "I've seen plenty of people like you online, showing up out of nowhere for free food without even bringing a wedding gift. If you don't leave, we'll call the cops. Aren't you ashamed of embarrassing your family?" My past job had been perfectly respectable. When I finally retired, all my coworkers sent me off with flowers, and I retired with dignity and pride. I had never been so disheveled and humiliated in my entire life. The security guards didn't believe the ridiculous claim that I was the groom's biological mom.

They prepared the invitation: "A weekend to rediscover us. Just you, me, and no distractions. Meet me on Friday at 6. —M" Denver sent the message to Vanessa from a new number, using a little app to mask his identity. India did the same for Marcus. The Reactions Vanessa stared at the message, heart pounding. She called her best friend, voice trembling. “Marcus just invited me on a weekend getaway. What do I do?” Her friend squealed. “You go! Obviously! Admittedly, he’s not Denver Kincaid, who's happily married now, but he’s the next best thing.”

“listen, honey. I am not trying to judge you. I understand you might have something against love, but love grows through familiarity and that is the case of Arya. And if that doesn’t work, you can chose from the numerous ladies invited to the party. There is no way one of them wouldn’t catch your eyes. but how do you get to have a chance at loving someone again when you are closed off to every option?” I eased out of her grip, staring angrily at her. “your explanation doesn’t sit well with me. the fact that you went ahead to hold such party by lying to me that it was just a mere dinner gathering already makes it annoying and I do not want to be a part of it. I won’t be attending the forsaken

... Two days after settling in, I logged into my messaging app and saw 99+ unread messages from Desmond. I didn't bother to read them. I simply deleted and blocked him. Then I reached out to my old friends, adding them with my new number and canceling my old SIM card. Some mutual friends asked what happened between Desmond and me. I didn't embellish. "We're not on the same path anymore." Someone sent me a photo of Megan in the dim booth of a bar. She was pressed against Desmond, nearly on his lap.

“Trust me. No matter what you think you’re seeing, people like them would never be invited to an event like this.” All eyes shifted to me, then back to Violet. I saw the irritation flicker across some faces, it didn’t matter. They believed me. Everyone thought I was Matthew’s girlfriend. I belonged here. Compared to me, Violet was nobody. Someone muttered, “What is the meaning of this? How could someone uninvited get into Mr. Hades Sinclair’s wedding party?” “It doesn’t make sense,” another person agreed. “She’s ruining the event for everyone.” “We should call security,” a voice suggested. “They need to be taken out immediately.”