Unreasonable Hospitality Quotes Novels & Stories

Garret groaned, "How can you stand them?! So many difficult, choosy guests, nibbling at you like a damn cancer! "Garrett, they're no worse than hungry children clamoring for bread. How can I refuse them? "But I heard Luceyado—he said they, they never want to leave! And more keep coming! Don't they drive you insane with their silly whims?" "If patience brings them a little solace, it's a small price to pay, don't you think?" I could hear the smile in his voice, "The more the merrier. You should join in the merriment yourself, Garrett."

She was showing off sides that I had not seen before. "Samantha, watch your mouth." "Why, isn't that woman silly? Anyone who is a friend of your wife is silly. Silly bullshit," she said. I heard how Herodotus cleared his throat. He gave Samantha a half-smile, then let his glass sit on the table. "It's better to be silly and bullshit than to be friends with someone who can't move on from the past," Hetod said. "Are you referring to me?" "I am not referring to you, Samantha, but I am indeed describing you. Move on because you'll never have more of what you lost," Herodotus said.

I asked. I didn't wait for the man to reply to my greeting before getting straight to the point. "I gave him the penthouse….. out of charity". The man said, and I immediately felt shocked by my own saliva. His words irritate me, and if I'm in my right senses….. then I would have given him a mighty slap on his cheek. "Out of charity huh?. I never knew that we have good Samaritans still living in this world". I mumbled, before passing a smile to his way.

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Ila smiled and said, "Of course! Join us." As she ate, the woman couldn't help but smile at the kindness of these strangers. "Thank you for your hospitality," she said. "But I can't help but wonder, why are you being so kind to me? I'm a complete stranger." Ila looked thoughtful for a moment. "It's just the right thing to do," she said. "Everyone deserves kindness, even if they don't remember who they are or if they wear bad or evil. Everyone deserves to be forgiven.”

“Or do I need to sign a contract? because the way you're looking at me,makes me think I have to pay for this" His gray eyes flickered to me. “You live here, for now. Eat if you want. I don’t care. or you can just starve forever". I pulled out a chair and sat far away from him, stabbing a piece of bread dramatically. “You’re terrible at hospitality, you know?” “I didn’t invite you to a tea party,” he said. Damn! He had a very sharp tongue… despite him being painfully hot, he was still rude. “Obviously,” I muttered.

“You’re carrying life now. You need to keep your strength. And it was not flattery. It is called hospitality. You are my guest, and I like to treat them well. And you in particular stand out to me.” “You speak of things that neither concern you, or should be of interest to you.” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. “I’d say it concerns me more than you realize,” he replied, swirling the wine in his glass. “After all, you’re in my home.” “And you think that gives you the right to comment on what’s inside me?” He tilted his head, amused. “You are a sharp woman. It’s almost admirable. One would even think that you don’t have it in you to stop.”

She tried. She really tried. But then... She laughed. Not politely. Not silently. A real laugh. Light. Soft. Unfiltered. And damn it. It was… beautiful. Like the kind of laugh that makes you forget you fell face-first into mud five minutes ago. I cleared my throat. “I see. Mockery is included in the hospitality package.” She covered her mouth. “I’m sorry...it’s just..” she gestured vaguely at me. “You look…” “Devastatingly attractive?” I offered.

“I was just handed champagne by a masked woman and then my anxiety and migraine visited…again.” Anaztasia pondered for a minute. She then raised her right brow and uncrossed her arms before answering, “You really blame an innocent woman, eh? If there is someone that is to blame, it’s gonna be you. You’re obviously drunk and exhausted. Thanks to the sparkling drink that everybody calls as champagne.” Her tone was sarcastic. How could she not when, after having fondue with her boyfriend, she found her best friend sitting on the bare ground as if she was a homeless junkie?

"I don't understand, we didn't…" Nobody was listening. More cups were being set down now, more faces twisting in disgust or fury, the low polished laughter of ten minutes ago replaced entirely by a rising, ugly murmur that seemed to be gathering itself into something worse. "She invited us here to embarrass us," someone said, not quietly, not caring whether I heard. "Is this what passes for hospitality with the new Mrs. Sterling?" My whole body had started to shake.