Bookworm Cabin Novels & Stories

“There’s somewhere I want to show you.” They walked deeper into the woods until a clearing opened. In the center stood a cabin unlike any worn-out hideaway. Clean timber walls, wide windows, a stone chimney, and a small garden already showing the first green shoots of herbs and wildflowers. Orion led her up the steps and unlocked the door. Inside, the space smelled of cedar and old books. A living room with a deep couch faced a stone fireplace. Soft rugs covered the floor. Beyond an open doorway, a bedroom waited with a wide bed and pale linens.

“You asked me to.” He stepped aside, letting her pass. The air inside the cabin smelled of cedar and ash, something wild and old. The walls were lined with books—some new, others ancient, with leather covers and golden etchings. Maps were pinned across the far wall, all hand-drawn. Aiden closed the door behind her and locked it. Evelynn turned slowly in place, taking it all in. “This is where you live?” “Sometimes. It’s where I learned to live.”

“Destini Martin is not only my mom’s favorite author, but a close friend. Take the book. I’m sure we have at least one more copy.” Smiling at him, she whispered her thanks before placing the book in her bag. He opened the door and saw his mate asleep on the couch on the far side of the room. His eyes automatically fell to the wood and glass cabinet under the TV. It was her retirement footlocker and had only grown over the years. Big Jake came in one day and modified the cabinet with glass and other customizations.

It felt like driving into the throat of a beast. "Approaching target," Rivera said. "Two hundred yards." "I see the roofline," Aurora said. The cabin appeared through the trees. It wasn't a fortress. It wasn't a villain’s lair. It was a simple, A-frame structure made of weathered cedar that blended perfectly into the woods. A stone chimney rose from the side, puffing a thin, white line of smoke into the still air. It looked... peaceful. It looked like the kind of place where you went to read books and drink cocoa. It looked like the kind of place where a grandmother would live.

Her aunt gives her a small smile and nods, Celine finds the bookmark and opens to the page. The woven bookmark has a faded blue tassel and was made of woven threads depicting wolves running in a forest, at the bottom of the bookmark was an old wolf’s tooth with a hole drilled through to be able to tie it onto the bookmark. She puts it to one side to look at the page it had been marking. It looked much like many of the others she had seen flipping through. But its words had her feeling like her world was slipping through her fingers and she was unable to do anything to stop it.

Brynn listened, and laughed, and asked questions, and kept Isla alive in her brother’s voice all the long ride up the mountain. By the time they reached the lake on the second afternoon, Isla felt almost present beside them. That was what Brynn had hoped for. Some part of the trip had needed to be that. The cabin was small. That was the first thing Brynn loved about it. She had imagined something grand and lodge-like, the kind of place six generations of alphas would build and rebuild. Instead it was a single warm room with a stone hearth, a sleeping loft above accessed by a wide ladder, a small kitchen along one wall, and a wide front window looking out over the lake. Pell had laid a fire i

Betty says, "let's not get too hasty. I think it's too early for this. Let's all just go inside and try to have a nice time, okay?" "Yeah," I chip in, "let's all go inside and rest for a little while." Betty takes hold of Jake's hand and they both go in, Dylan and I follow suit. The closer we get to the cabin, the more beautiful it becomes. The inside is even more beautiful and homely. It has a warm, cozy feeling and smells brand new. The living room has two dark brown medium-sized sofas with a black wooden table in the middle. There's a hearth on one side of the room but no fire is set. The kitchen is large and even more beautiful, with a small dining table in the middle. Everything looks s

“Come in. You should sit down.” The inside of the cabin smelled like herbs and something sharp—burnt sage maybe. The walls were decorated with old wooden shelves filled with jars and books. A fire crackled quietly in a stone hearth, and a small round table was in the center of the room with two worn chairs on each side. There was something strange about the air. It was heavy like it was watching us. Victor crossed his arms and remained standing, refusing to sit. While I took the seat Valkar gestured to.

Ah… I thought. It was the door he wanted to open. He wasn’t making any advances towards me. “Weird, is it?” he asked, referring to the book in his arms and also to the inside of the cabin he had just opened. We stepped into the cabin. I walked ahead of him because everything here pulled me in. The place was an epitome of perfection. We threaded on a gold carpet which had embroidery of ancient artifacts. Ahead, were different paintings which were unified correctly and were also beautiful.

Although it took all day, we finished and chilled on the floor of the massive family room. The Cabin has six big bedrooms, three bathrooms, spacious kitchen with a separate dining area and the massive family/living room. There’s a fireplace in here and a small creek that flows from the backyard through the kitchen, dining room and living room to the front yard. Floor to ceiling glass walls and windows to accent to wood and stone design. I completely adore it! I wake up in My Papis’ arms and can’t wait to tell him about my night. Hanging out with my gurls!