Novel & Cerita Unwanted Houseguest

"Now for the dress. Do you need me to walk out for a moment? I identify as a she but it bothers a lot of people when it comes to showing some parts so…" I don't know. I did not know if I was okay with him in the room when I was changing. I did not know if I should as him to step out for the moment. I could not decide. "It's okay babe. Mind if I stay in your bathroom? The men out there are creeping me out." "They are always creepy." I did not have to ask who the men were. If you live under the same roof with Mecael then you won't be surprised to meet a man at every corner. And they are not tiny men. Men that were almost in proportion to the house.

When the owner saw Tracy, she said, “I am sorry, Mrs Earl. I don’t want to offend Mr Wells. Please leave.” Tracy looked at the Guest house owner with sadness in her eyes and begged, “Please help me, Miss. You are my last hope.” The Guest house owner shook her head and slammed the door in her face. Tracy decided to go back to her parents’ neighbour. Mr Bright was surprised to see her again and asked, “Was the Guest house full?” Tracy shook her head and replied, “No, Sir. The owner refused to take me in because I offended my ex-husband.

It will be interesting, but I doubt that it will be fun. Haakon greets me with a friendly smile. The pony that I tended too on my arrival is in a nearby paddock and trots over to the fence. I move to the wooden railing and stroke my hand along her neck. I will not cry. I will not allow myself to cry. I have been unwanted my entire life. This is no different. After giving myself a moment to come to terms with not being wanted, once again, I resume my daily chores. I remain busy for the rest of the day and again avoid both men. Ignoring the dragons is harder since I have a connection with one that both are using.

It was like this house was plucked from the city and dropped in the middle of nowhere. I went up to the door and pressed the doorbell. A female, robotic voice sounds, ‘unknown visitor, unknown visitor, unknown visitor.’ If you wanted to make a guest feel unwelcome, get that doorbell. I smiled to myself. I stared at the door and waited for Harlow to answer.

I decided to take an alternative route. I stealthily navigated through the back entrance, the creaky fence door offering a secret passage. As I tiptoed into the shadows of the house, the living room came into view. It was a whirlwind of activity - laughter echoed off the walls, conversations filled the air, and the music was a deafening roar that threatened to shake the very foundations of the house. My annoyance ignited into a blazing fury - this was not the peaceful home I had envisioned when I agreed to share a house with Benny.

There was no sign of any other occupants in the three guest bedrooms, and judging by the mess and distinct lack of style in the house there was certainly no woman around. Austin kept to his word and put three frozen pizzas in the oven for us which immediately filled me with relief. Whatever was wrong with this place I wanted no part of it. Maybe it's haunted? We retired to the living room and started chit-chatting when a can of Budweiser was shoved in my face. “Want one?”, Blake asked gruffly. “No thanks. I don’t really drink”, I replied apologetically. From across the room Austin called over, “Come on, Nova! Just one. We’re celebrating your freedom, from…?”

On the day she miscarried because her mate chose his ex, Rae's wolf went completely dormant from the trauma. That killed every ounce of love she had left for him. She was done playing his pathetic doormat. No more running his family's empire. No more grilling him about staying out all night. He left her locked in a freezing pack holding cell for nine whole days. Why? To baby-sit his childhood sweetheart through a "full moon panic attack" in a luxury mansion. Rae didn't cry. She didn't scream. She didn't even bother making a phone call. Then came day ten. Colton finally rolled up in his custom black Cadillac. He looked down at her with those golden wolf eyes, calling her dramatic. Rae just pu

It was a massive, uncontained rager. ​No, no, no, I panicked internally, my heart hammering against my ribs. I didn't want any part of this. ​Keeping my head down, I completely bypassed the chaotic crowd on the main lawn and sprinted down the dark gravel path toward the detached guest house, praying my sanctuary had been spared from the madness. ​I pushed the cottage door open, and my jaw instantly dropped. The invasion had already crossed the border. ​The living room was packed. College guys in fraternity sweatshirts were doing beer goggles on the coffee table, girls in tight crop tops were laughing loudly on the sofa, and the air was thick with the scent of cheap alcohol and vape smoke. Th

I say as I make my way to my room, I stop, remembering the faint scent I got earlier. “Hey, Steff … Were there any unfamiliar guests tonight, even just passing by?” “Well, we were a full house tonight, but mostly regulars." She states.... "Oh...there was a young man who came to book a room for the day after tomorrow, and he used the restroom quickly, I think. But other than that, mostly regulars… why do you ask?” “Oh, I thought I might have seen someone I use to know” I lie… ……………………………………………………………………………………….

He chuckled once again, “You’re such a Debbie Downer. I was just trying to loosen up the atmosphere before bringing you some awful news.” Fuck, his voice sounds strangely familiar. I’m not sure where I’ve heard it from, though. “You know, your house is really pretty. It’s so small and cozy and perfect for a family of two. What if we make your family a family of one?” He laughed manically. "Oh, silly me! How could one person be considered as a family?" I froze. What does he mean about my house? “What are you talking about?” I asked. “Oh, didn’t I already tell you? Oh, I’m such a disrespectful visitor! I didn’t even tell you that I’d be visiting your home tonight.”