Unwanted Houseguest Novels & Stories

She could use the extra money to buy a new blanket, the old one was torn already. She was contemplating staying in the treehouse till winter is over but then decided against it. She should move as soon as she gets the money and things. Finding a place to stay before winter comes can be a hard task and she didn't have any time to waste. * * * * It's been two days since Evelyn left the treehouse to find a new place but so far she didn't have any luck. The cold was starting to bother her. It wouldn't be good if she caught a cold because she doesn't even have a place to rest.

She turned and went up the stairs, vanishing into the sanctum of her and Dad's room, leaving us in a thick silence. The sound of her footsteps had hardly dissipated when Josh, the eternal opportunist, made his move. "Fixed marriage? Man, you're seriously getting the bad end of the deal. Your marriage is like a subscription package, you understand? Limited-time offer," he said, attempting a joke, which fell on deaf ears amidst the charged air. He caught a sharp backhand from me, the blow making him jump. "Ouch!" he exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head, his eyes widening in mock outrage.

“So the production team is totally setting me and Jevon up!” “If they draw a terrible place, won’t the assistant guests hate us?” “The rooftop units are already occupied, so it’s either the haunted house or the basement. If I were an assistant guest, I’d rather take the haunted house—if I got a dark, sunless basement, I’d defect immediately and pledge loyalty elsewhere!” Dwyn and Goselle naturally took on the role of hype-makers. “I’d choose the haunted house too,” Yvonne said seriously. “No sunlight and no kitchen? I’d die.”

I pause and slipped, “Shit! Him again?” My friend didn't pause to realize that I knew about the naughty spirit, “Yeah, he was crawling on the floor earlier like he planned to surprise you or something, The next time I turned, I saw him very near your feet already. And then I was shocked when he suddenly got a hold of my feet instead!” Oh well... looks like that's another friend that will never visit this house again. Good thing, we were only staying there until the end of the school year. The next year, we searched for another home to rent that didn't have an extra housemate that came with the rental package.

"She won't be done 'til morning. Jobs are hard to come by these days—she's too scared to step out of line." With that, Mr. Gabelman started tearing at Madison's clothes. "Don't you want to know what it feels like doing it in someone else's home?" Mr. Gabelman's bloated body looked absolutely repulsive on camera. They went from the living room to the master bedroom—didn't even separate to shower. I nearly threw up watching it.

Despite her unease, she was drawn to the place out of curiosity. As she neared the entrance, she noticed an unexpected commotion. The loud noises, a mixture of shouting and grunts, pierced through the thin walls of the warehouse. The sound was alarming, but her curiosity got the better of her. She edged closer, careful to avoid making noise. Peeking through a slightly ajar door, Izzy’s heart sank as she saw a horrifying scene. A man was being beaten severely by a group of men, the violence methodical and brutal. The attacker’s faces were partially obscured, but their actions were chillingly clear. Izzy's instinct was to retreat, but in her haste, she stumbled over a discarded item, causing a

Lost. I'm currently on a guest room on the east wing, a bit far from Hunter's room. The room's design was far from Hunters'. It was white still, having blue LED lights on the corners. Every furnitures are light blue, even the comforters and the mats. There's also little pots of flowers around the balcony. But there wasn't any tree nor is the ceiling a curve. I'm not complaining though. It's beautiful.

The hotel wasn't far from our wedding hall. I walked into his room slowly. I was hiding behind the curtains. I clicked his picture, kissing her, sucking her, and a small clip of it. That was enough. I contorted my lips in disgust. I just wish I had more time to think, to decide. I did what seemed right at that moment. Now I was feeling trapped in an unwanted wedding, and… no doubt - unwanted. ' Look what a king-in-waiting is doing! '

Agostino suddenly questioned making the atmosphere more damp and quiet. Kozlovs. They were rude, arrogant and ruthless. The area I lived in, believed that they were devils from hell. But after a certain tragedy---left them broken and wounded. "Where is she, Marianna?" "I'm here." A sweet and angelic voice giggled, from behind my couch, giving me a severe, frightening heart-attack in the process. All the men gazed at me---or most probably behind the couch, followed by the females. "Aliza, come back here." The lady uttered, her conflicted orbs flickering between her and me. "No mommy, she smells so good, like a raspberry candy--oh wait, vanilla cotton candy."

She whispered, "Who the hell are these people? I swear I barely know anyone." I let out another chuckle, my gaze sweeping across the room filled with guests I had invited for Mia's birthday. Most of them were unfamiliar faces, but I didn't mind. The people I did know were my employees, neighbors, business colleagues, and the mothers of Mia's school friends. You know what they say about invitations: when you invite someone, they often bring along a guest. So, that's how we ended up with a bunch of uninvited and unknown guests in our home. I didn’t mind as long as the people I didn’t want to see weren’t here—the 'people' being Dave and Ariel.