Uninvited Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Did someone invite you here? Did someone tell you about this?” She asked in great disbelief. Her eyes were wide in shock as she looked around, trying to find who the hell invited the ‘uninvited’ person. None of them tried to clash with her gaze. They looked away except for the very girl who really invited her, April. Sheryl looked shocked before the fury made its way to her pretty face. “April?”

“Please will you leave? In Vampire stories, a human can uninvite a Vampire. I guess that is just in stories?” Paris just laughed at her and decided not to tell her the truth. A Shaman must put an invitation withdrawal spell on a house as well. Either any human that was in the house at that moment or the human that invited them in. In this house’s case, it seemed the Shaman that placed the spells either did not place any of the two or perhaps placed the spell that the invite must withdraw. Paris left with vampire speed, leaving a gash of wind fluttering the curtains.

The wind whistled through a shattered window, causing the invitation to flutter and flip over, revealing a warning etched on its back: "Beware... every step is a rule." Unseen by all, a single figure stood in the shadows across the street, their eyes fixed on the foreboding building. A slick, black umbrella shielded them from the deluge, a stark silhouette against the storm-battered night. Their gaze was not one of fear, but of detached calculation. They knew the truth of the Triton Aquarium, a truth far darker than the whispered rumors. The illegal experiments, the missing people—they weren't just folklore. They were a reality orchestrated by a clandestine organization, a ruthless group tha

"...Who's that?" I stared at him. "You've never seen Vincenzo?" "No." "You've never even heard of it?" "No." I slowly looked at Vincenzo. "You?" His face remained as expressionless as ever. "I don't watch television." My jaw fell open. "What do you people do for entertainment?" "We work." "That is the saddest sentence I've ever heard." Matias nodded solemnly. "It really is." Marco folded his arms. "They're mafia bosses."

Harris said quickly, a little nervous. This was his first attempt, and he didn’t want her to reject him. “I’m busy. Go ask your friends,” Mitchell said as she pressed the button to unlock her car. It beeped lightly. “They can’t go with me,” Harris said immediately. Mitchell raised her brow at him, silently asking why. “Lucien is already married, and Evans is out of the city,” he explained, using what he felt was the best excuse. “Please, just go with me. I don’t want to drink alone,” he added, gently taking her hand.

"What's going on here? Why all the noise?" Nate immediately pointed at Sharon. "Sir, this woman doesn't have an invitation. She snuck into the banquet! Today is Mr. Malcolm's birthday celebration. You can't just let unidentified people sneak in like this; it could ruin the entire event!" The guy's expression darkened at once. Malcolm family invitations were limited and carefully managed. In fact, to prevent any suspicious individuals from crashing the party, no one—regardless of status—could enter without presenting an invitation.

I clarified, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice. “Is there a rule against it?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “This university is for everyone, last I checked.” My hand ran over my hair as I said, "No, of course not. It's just...unexpected." "Well, expect the unexpected," she said, her lips tugging into a slight smirk. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have another class." She turned and walked off, leaving me standing there, completely bewildered. It was a brief encounter, but an odd feeling remained. Our paths were now intertwined, not just by an imposition of some forced engagement, but by the shared sphere of the university.

When Hugo turned to look at me, his expression changed drastically. "What are you doing here? I don't think Mom invited you today!" Before I could respond, he grabbed my arm and started pulling me outside. I was still on crutches from my fracture, and his force nearly made me fall. Struggling to shake him off, I said, "Let go of me—I can walk on my own." His voice turned cold. "Katherine, I don't know why you decided to show up today, but no one invited you to Mom's birthday celebration.

I swallowed down my suddenly dry throat. “You didn’t get the invitation, and from what I can hear, the invitation did not mention any plus one. Your presence will be unannounced and unwelcome.” And I would rather take down the whole brick fence with my teeth than have my man treated like he was some sort of a dog or something picked from the street.

Dipping my hand into my purse, I fished out the phone and stared at the screen. Frowning at the unfamiliar message from an unknown number, I swiped across the screen to view the message fully. Message: “Dear Ms. Vivienne Reynolds, you're cordially invited to the weekly lunch hour of the Pryce family. Please kindly click on the link below to access your invitation. Thank you.” I gazed at the message, my finger suspended over the message and the only thing that came to mind was, what the actual fuck?