Cabin 9 Novels & Stories

he said with a smile. Hera grinned and walked inside the cabin which is well lit and so beautiful. The cabin is two stories. The first floor has an open kitchen with a bar table and chairs separating it from the living area. There is a back door beside the kitchen which leads to the balcony, which has the full view of the waterfalls. The second floor has the master bedroom with an attached bathroom. There is a huge bed sitting in the middle of the room. The cabin is well maintained and is modern. The drapes are printed red in colour, matching the colour scheme of the entire Cabin.

But I caught it. By midday the sky had shifted — pale morning blue gone grey and loaded, clouds pressing in from the north with the purposeful weight of something that had already decided. The trainer said something low to Kael. Kael nodded once. "Cabins," he said to me. "Storm's coming. Isolation protocols. We stay the night, come back tomorrow." "Just us?" "Just us." I looked at the sky. Then at him. "Wonderful," I said. The cabin was small and smelled of pine resin and old smoke. One room, one fireplace, two windows already blurring with rain by the time we got the door open.

"Every single one of these tickets was assigned a clearance code nine. 'Incident cleared upon arrival, no action required.' Who the hell authorized a code nine on an armed robbery on Sixth Avenue?" "Look at the terminal ID at the bottom of the page," Lina said. Moss leaned in, squinting at the small print. "Terminal four," Moss read. She looked up, face pale. "Terminal four is inside the executive suite. That's the dedicated line in Mick's personal office."

Ainar smiled before gently pulling the omega along with him. They walked pass the cabin, and walked further. Small pieces of woods are buried to the ground, making a semblance of a path. Moments later, a new cabin came into sight. It’s relatively smaller than the Pack Alpha’s cabin but still big. It has the same structure, elevated from the ground, three flights of stairs leading to a veranda and the front door. Ainar lead him to the cabin, they stepped on the veranda. Gavin marveled at it. “This is so pretty,” he whispered in awe.

"Can't blame you. He's pretty." "You're both impossible." "We're both yours." Haruto slides eggs onto a plate. Sets it in front of me. "Eat. You need fuel." "Fuel for what?" Julian appears in the doorway. Grey eyes. Dark sweater. Coffee in hand. "Fuel for today," he says. "We're going to the cabin." I blink. "What cabin?" Haruto sets down the spatula. "My cabin. Upstate. I told you about it remember?" "Vaguely."

I forced back the tears in my eyes and the vomit rising in my throat. ‘It’s fine,’ I told myself quietly. ‘With that, all 99 coupons have been used up. ‘I’m leaving you for good, Leonard.’

Surely the owner advertised these as some sort of elegant retreat from the city. Maddox decreased the speed and then stopped them right in front of the cabins. When he parked, he helped her get off the bike. She swallowed her nervousness. “Thank you.” “Did I drive too fast?” “Oh, no.” Camille scanned the space. “Your heart was booming most of the ride.” “I have an anxiety disorder.” “Oh.” He widened his eyes. “How do you feel now?” “Fine. . .I think.” She took in the first cabin. Hearts had been engraved in the windows’ shutters. Several rustic chairs were positioned in the front. Burnt logs and rocks in the center, suggesting the men had put a campfire there.

The driver shut the door, and soon they were on their way in the black-tinted Maybach. Hayden and Cassandra walked alongside each other as they reached the elevator, riding the thing up to the second floor. The elevator suddenly dinged, revealing a greeting view.

“I’m still trying to find that part.” “Oh, you will. Everyone does.” She winked as she handed me a form. “Fill this out so we can finish your check-in, dear.” As I wrote down my information, Rosa kept watching me—not in a nosy way, but in a genuinely caring one. Like someone who actually paid attention. “Alright,” she said, placing her hands on the counter. “Your cabin is all set. Number six. One of my favorites, actually. It’s right by the lake.”

I grab that ticket and leave her cabin. --------------------------------------------