Cabin 9 Novels & Stories

Mike turned and saw Emma was showing Emily the property. The Stuarts, cabin was relatively small, but it was mainly for any women to scared to sleep outside. There was a main room connected to the kitchen with a small table and a few couches, two bedrooms with bunk beds, and a single bathroom with a shower. The cabin itself sat up on a small hill a ways up from the river. There was a dirt path leading down to a large patch of St. Augustine next to a dock and small wooden shed. The flat area at the bottom of the hill followed the river in both directions, but came to an end on the right when the river came back to the edge of the hill, cutting off the flat area.

He punctuates the end of his sentence by turning off the truck and I jump out of the cab. But the time I stop at the front of the hood he's grabbed our two bags from the back and holds the key in one hand opening the cabin door. Our cabin is what you would picture at an old day camp where parents always send their kids in the movies. It's a log cabin, nicely put together with a beautiful little porch jutting out from the front. Windows with short curtains block the view inside, but I follow Elliot in and find a one-room cabin with a large bed, small kitchen with a mini fridge, and a big plush leather couch in one corner. These men sure enjoy their leather.

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!

“But Dante has taste. This place feels like its own little paradise.” The three of us headed inside, and I gasped at the warmth in the cabin. The scent of pine and cedar swirled around with a hint of smoke. Everything was bathed in warmth. Stained wood decorated the walls, and deep colors accented the feel of the space. “It’s homey,” Chris glances around, his brows knitted, “Kind of expected something more modern.” “It’s a cabin in the middle of nowhere,” Shawn muttered under his breath, his hands sifting through a folder on the tabletop. “Looks like we’re in Canada.”

Ryan says and after giving me a peck on lips leaves with our bag and goes inside the cabin after opening it with key and code. The front yard of the cabin has a small fireplace with two wooden laid back chairs and a small table. The road to cabin is also solid and gate has good security. In the garage there are three cars including the one we came with, a bike and three cycles. The front porch us simple but gives rustic look to the cabin because of it's wooden and iron structure. I get inside the cabin and see it has modern plus rustic look to it. A small den leads to another door which has big living room with attached kitchen and dinning table.

"Tray 13." Saka ako nilingon ni Jin. Lumapit sa akin... "Tara..." Ha? Kala ko kakain? Bakit siya lalabas? Sumunod na lang ako na nagtataka. Pero di kami pumunta ng parking area. Diretso siyang naglakad papunta sa may dalampasigan... At may mga cottage nga dun... Tumuloy siya sa isa... Ay wow... hahaha.. parang dito kami kakain!

It seems as though they’ve been left in a whole new world all by themselves. “Here we are guys, welcome to the Lakewood Cabin,” Stacie announced, smile fading as she tried to detect an approving look on their faces in the moon lit night.

Within seconds every abandoned machine in the chamber came alive. Fans began spinning overhead. Ancient monitors flickered to life. Static filled the room. One dusty screen suddenly displayed a security camera image. Grand Central Terminal. Platform 27. The station looked completely empty. No passengers. No trains. Only one object sat in the center of the platform. A wooden box. About the size of a briefcase. Across its lid... Someone had painted the same nine-line symbol. Adrian stepped closer to the monitor. "That's what we're looking for."

On the other side of the barn was another cabin. “These two cabins both have three bedrooms each, built from cypress logs this one is Turtle Cabin and that one is Gator Cabin,” Justin said. “What’s in the barn?” I asked him. “Everything needed to maintain the island,” he said with a grin. The cabins were quite spacious, with two bathrooms and furnished with what was needed. It was comfortable but not fancy. I liked it and I could see that Megan did too. The second cabin was basically a replica of the first one and I could see Felix’s mind working overtime.

It was a busy day, different cars driving through the streets of Cabin city . “Can I come in, sir?" Raymond's voice asked behind the door. " Come in! “ I responded yawning. I took a glass of water from the dispenser and leaned halfway on the table. " News? “ I asked maintaining eye contact with Raymond. Raymond nodded seriously, clearing his throat. “Yes sir! The FBI just arrived in Cabin City, I hear they surrounded the agency already” he dropped.