156 Story Treehouse Novels & Stories

I said as I tilted my head in confusion at the tree that was supposedly the big surprise he has for me Zach laughed heartily "Look up, babe" I followed his instruction and lifted my gaze up "Oh!" I gasped as my eyes widened. Wrapped around the huge tree was an expertly built-in treehouse that was almost as big as the tree itself. The treehouse was made purely with wood and had a spiral staircase that led from the ground to the treehouse. The treehouse was decorated with mesmerising fairy lights that made it look like it was something straight out of a dream. "Wow" I breathed in awe "Zach, it's...... it's beautiful"

I knew it would be a few more months or maybe a year before she could enjoy the big stuff, but I wanted her to have it all. I finally found the perfect spot in the backyard. it was only about twenty-five feet from the patio and back door. there were 4 massive oak trees that created the right amount of shade and would eventually be perfect for a treehouse. the space beneath the trees was clear, and there was plenty of room for Jane to play and have all kinds of toys.

There was a huge tree house there that none of the pack members use. Rue and he used to hang out there when they were bored. He climbed the creaking wooden steps. “Rue...” he whispered ever so softly. “shh..” Rue pulled him up. “Today we are going to sneak into my house,”’ “um... aren’t we going to talk about the big secrets today,” “Yes, we are. That’s why we need to get into my house.” She opened the tree house’s window. a huge branch connected the tree house to the pack house’s window. “we are going to do some Tarzan shit you ready?”

Here, hidden in this childhood refuge, I felt a flicker of calm, which served as a fragile shield against everything outside—against my father, who was once my hero. I shut my eyes, remembering the first time the tree house was built. I had come home after visiting the tree house of a classmate that could barely contain us as six-year-olds, and I told my dad about it. The next day, he had a whole construction team building me a huge tree house that could fit about twenty girls. My relationship with Bonnie began here ten years ago. **

“Yes, we have. And we always will.” The helicopter flew over dense forests and winding rivers, the landscape below them shifting into a tapestry of natural beautyJake leaned closer, his voice a gentle murmur. “ How about that time we built a treehouse with Aunt? It wasn’t very high up, but it felt like our own little world.You pushed Kevin down.Poor guy still has the scar on his cheek.”

Andrew pulled Allen from his seat and together they went out of the mansion. Andrew swerved to a stop in front of a 7’-square treehouse. It has a 30” deep deck on two sides and is built on one tree and two support posts. The wooden treehouse has a vaulted roof and has all the things kids want: a wrap-around deck, a bucket on a pulley to haul up food and supplies, and operable windows with screens to keep out bugs.

Invite Erin. Nay suddenly snapped her fingers and we all moved places. The location this time is in front of the big house that is above the tree. The tree is very large and also filled with swamp at the bottom. When I looked around it was also filled with tree houses, there were also wooden bridges that connected each other between the houses. One tree not only builds one house, there are also those that are above it and even up to 3 houses. It turned out that we had been greeted by the tribal chief and hundreds of hi s people. They are in front of their respective houses, some are on the bridge.

But again—progress. He pointed toward the east. “That’s my treehouse.” I smiled. “Did you build it?” “No. Mason and Logan did. But I picked where it goes. Mom said it was a good ‘defensible location.’” “Smart.” “Yeah. It has a rope ladder. And a trapdoor for supplies. And a walkie-talkie in case I see a bear or something.” “See any yet?” He shook his head. “Just a raccoon that tried to steal my sandwich.”

Once we are outside, I ask, “Do you want to walk, run or drive?” “How long will it take us to walk.” “A half an hour.” She nods then says, “It's a beautiful day, Darius; let's walk.” Layla POV On the walk to my territory, Darius points to a tree on the border of our territories; his caramel eyes sparkle as he laughs and says, “That is the first tree house that Riley and I tried to build when we were ten. When Riley fell out of the tree and broke his arm, my father sent his warriors up to finish building it.”

He took me around the side of the packhouse and we went into the woods a few feet when he told me to look up. So I looked up and saw a massive treehouse set up across a couple of trees. “Holy shit. That thing is amazing.” I said, looking around at it from the ground. “Yeah. My dad started making it and I finished because I wanted it bigger. Everyone knows to stay out of it. It’s mine when I need time alone.” He says. “Are we going up there?” I asked. “Yeah. That’s what it’s for.” He says. So He started climbing up the sides of the trees and he turned to give me a hand, but I didn’t need a hand. I just followed him up the tree until we got to the opening and we climbed inside of it.