156 Story Treehouse Novels & Stories

“Don’t talk yet.” The car stops in a dark place surrounded by trees. I open my eyes, and Nathan has already gotten out and opened my door. “This is my family’s forest.” Nathan grabs a flashlight from the car and turns it on. “Follow me.” I follow him. We walk among the trees, pushing through bushes, stepping on ground damp with dew. “Here,” Nathan says. I look up. A treehouse. Old wood, a rope ladder, a platform up high. A treehouse that might have been a playground for kids once, now old but still sturdy.

He just hopes Aidan will take this seriously. The treehouse they played in growing up is hidden in the wooded area of the family property. There is a full set of stairs up to the large cabin-like structure that consists of a single large room with a custom-made table and built-in booth seating. Only the best for the Sullivan children. That is the motto they have always lived by. Casey makes himself comfortable in one of the booths and waits for Aidan. Finally, ten minutes later, Aidan appears with two thermoses in hand.

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.

"Powerful beasts inhabit this place." Arth thought that this was the perfect place for him to train, having a new and leveled up environment. He would go out and hunt beasts here every day if he could. The forest had spread miles in vastness. However, it was surprising that Robert knew the place well. They finally took a stop in front of a tree house. It looked like a mansion with its enormous size, supported by the strong branches of a huge and tall tree. The two-story house had a balcony in front with several glass windows around, where light could be seen from inside. A circular wooden staircase around the tree trunk led the path to the main door of the house.

I asked. Nathan nodded and stood. “Follow me.” I stood tentatively and followed my friend out the back door and onto the back lawn, where there was a large oak tree. “Look up,” he said, pointing. I followed his finger, and as I did, my eyes widened. During just the week that I spent in the motel, Nathan had begun rebuilding the treehouse from when we were kids in the big oak tree. My mouth hung open as I slowly walked up to it and touched the wooden ladder that led up to the unfinished tree house.

But it wasn't just a treehouse - it was a small house, with branches and leaves covering it like a canopy. *Home* Whisper said, her voice filled with joy, as she flew inside. It was like a living dollhouse, a tiny, thriving world. The pot was too heavy for me, so I had Dad and Niklaus come and bring it back to my private room, their faces filled with awe as they beheld the treehouse. "Did she make this?" Dad asked, amazed, his voice barely above a whisper, as he looked at its beauty, the tree blooming with tiny flowers just like my magnolia trees. "Can I help you take care of her, Mom?" Taianna asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I think she would like that," I smiled, as Whisper set

Snow shook off the branches as the tree leaned and fell gently into his arms. Sam chopped his smaller one while Beth cheered him like a sideline coach. And as I was about to give up, I saw a dove sitting in one of them. That was my sign. “This one, Baby! It’s a tree of love.” It was perfect, about 7 feet high and full too. By sundown, the hummer was parked with all three trees strapped to the top — Beth’s toward the back, ours toward the front. And Lyra’s on top Blaise tightened the ropes. I held the branches steady so the needles didn’t snag.

But it wasn't just a treehouse - it was a small house, with branches and leaves covering it like a canopy. *Home* Whisper said, her voice filled with joy, as she flew inside. It was like a living dollhouse, a tiny, thriving world. The pot was too heavy for me, so I had Dad and Niklaus come and bring it back to my private room, their faces filled with awe as they beheld the treehouse. "Did she make this?" Dad asked, amazed, his voice barely above a whisper, as he looked at its beauty, the tree blooming with tiny flowers just like my magnolia trees. "Can I help you take care of her, Mom?" Naki asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I think she would like that," I smiled, as Whisper settle

Of course, it was there. Albert was watching me with amusement, and he was awed when I smiled and showed him the rope ladder. "What are you thinking, my future wife?" He asked, pulling me closer to him. I bit my lower lip and looked up at him. "I just want to be with you alone," I said, planting a kiss on his jaw, then I backed away from him to start climbing the ladder. I heard him chuckle, as he followed me when I reached the top. The treehouse looked like an elevated gazebo, but enough for four people to fit in. It was like a secret hideout because the crown of the tree has long branches with lots of leaves. I kneeled down and look for the flashlight.

I excitedly asked, and he beamed at me. "Of course, and you can change your clothes up there." He declared, and I got my bag, and I walked beside him as we went to the wooden stairs. I can't stop feeling so excited because I always wanted to have a treehouse, but our lot is only enough for our house and garage and a little garden. We don't have enough space where we can plant a tree, unlike Ashton's house in Astikoz hills, where they have enough land where they can grow as many trees as they can.