156 Story Treehouse Novels & Stories

Aiden tells me as he pulls me close and wipes away my tears that don't seem to want to go away as I take in the beautiful house he had designed for me and our family. Aiden pulls me away and shows me to the room that will be our office. Two desks face each other with a floor to ceiling window wall to the side of them. The window over looks a giant treehouse. One half of the treehouse is a pirate ship the other is a castle. "Babe, you do realize that treehouse will be rotten by the time they are actually old enough to enjoy it; right?" I turn to face Aiden. He stands behind the desk that is his tapping at the keys of his laptop.

to make him promise not to tell Zoey. I have finally gotten far enough that I decided it would be safe enough to come to a walk. While lost in my own thoughts I instinctively head to their tree house. I just want this nightmare I call life to end. Why couldn’t I just be like everyone else my age with a loving family? I reach the tree house its absolutely huge… I was stunned. I had no idea it was this big, I alway thought it was just a typical small treehouse, it's a mansion in the trees. It's completely breath taking beautiful. The deck and or patio is made out of a beautiful natural colored oak. The front door was that same beautiful oak. There was a glass screen door in front of the thick

"Camping you said? Yes, or was it Glamping?" "Look up there," he said, pointing to the trees overhead. Millie looked up and her mouth opened in delight, "Treehouse? My god, that's huge." The treehouse was on several levels with balconies and windows, floor to ceiling. Millie was excited. This whole evening seemed like a fairy tale. Gabriel put his arm around her and Nick held her hand, The stairs up to the treehouse twisted around the tree trunk and it was about twenty feet up to the front door. Gabriel unlocked the door and turned the lights on.

Two people who are imperfect but still choose to love each other no matter what. “Mommy!” “Mommy!” Wyoming and Tori simultaneously turned their heads and saw Cassie and Connor waving at them from one of the windows of the treehouse. The two women smiled and waved back. Noah contracted a construction company to build a treehouse for his great-grandson and that is where Cayden is headed. The place has become the kids’ favorite part of the house and they would always come there to play. Perched atop two giant trees, the treehouse is livable and big enough for a family of three boasting a mini-kitchen, a wifi connection, a television, and a bathroom.

Whitmore had to threaten to drain the pool to get us to come inside. "Best summer ever," Avy declared as we wrapped ourselves in towels. "Best summer so far," I corrected. "Next summer's gonna be even better." "Promise?" she asked. "Promise,” I said firmly. ~0~ Fourth Grade - Spring The treehouse in my backyard had become our official headquarters. Dad had helped me build it, complete with a rope ladder and a small window that looked out over the neighborhood. Tonight was our first official sleepover in the treehouse, and we'd dragged up sleeping bags, flashlights, and enough snacks to last a week.

I nodded, not showing how disappointed I was. One thing about him is that whenever he is angry, he overworks and I don't like it. I watched at the trees as baba driver revved up the car to life and drove into the lonely city of Abuja. The late hour sun was a bit harsh on my tender skin, the skin I took time to nurture. The weather changes easily, I vividly remembered when my cousin Khadija told me it is freezing. The house stood out different from the way I knew it. The house was painted and a giant gate replaced the old one.

He has been setting up everything in the treehouse until now. Vian's grandpa made this treehouse in the garden when we were in middle school. We literally spent every weekend on that treehouse for almost half a semester. He decorated the treehouse with Christmas lights and placed some small, sized beds to lie down comfortably while watching the movie. It was kind of a date st up, I guess he did that for Hazel. I slept like a baby halfway through the movie and Vian woke me up after it ended. It was almost midnight when we started walking to my home.

The word—amazed—wasn’t enough to describe how Isla felt as her eyes took in the breathtaking sight before her. She stood frozen for a moment, her lips parting slightly in awe as she gazed up at the magnificent treehouse. It wasn’t just a structure—it was a dream made tangible, an enchanting retreat nestled among the branches of the towering tree. Crafted with warm wooden planks and adorned with delicate, intricate details, it seemed like something out of a fairy tale. Her heart swelled with emotion as she tried to comprehend the thought and effort Vincent had put into making this a reality for them.

The calm held for a glorious, unprecedented six weeks. Lanc finished Mrs. Henderson’s porch and started building a treehouse for his grand-nephew “with proper load-bearing joists, none of that P*******t nonsense.” Chloe mastered the art of inserting an IV on the first try and celebrated by bringing over a case of beer labeled “Type O Positive.” Arthur wrestled his fictional town planner into a satisfying, if bloody, conclusion.

He pulled me on his lap and wrapped his arms around my body while my back pressed against his chest. "Can't believe we have to hide in a tree to be romantic.. " I let my head fall back against his shoulder, the faint scent of wood and fresh leaves mixing with his cologne. The treehouse was small—just a wooden platform with low railings, a couple of old cushions Dad had thrown up here for me when I was fifteen, and a string of fairy lights I’d added last year that still worked, glowing softly above us. Theo’s lips brushed the shell of my ear. “I’d hide in a damn sewer if it meant I got to hold you like this.”