Cabin Books Novels & Stories

Caitlin walked to it and held out her hands, relishing in its heat. Caitlin looked around, surveying the cozy room. It was dimly lit by candle sconces and bedecked with rugs and cozy, antique sitting chairs. What caught her eye most, though, were the bookcases: she saw at a glance that there was an abundance of riches in this small room. She was astonished. It was a treasure trove of ancient, rare volumes. She felt as if she’d stepped back in time, to a lost world. “I’m looking for a very rare volume,” Caitlin said. “I’m not even certain it exists. Vairo’s De Fascino Libri Tres. I am looking for the other half of a missing page.”

The door was heavy and solid, its surface carved with intricate patterns that seemed to tell a story. Alaric pushed the door open, and I stepped inside, my eyes widening as I took in the interior. The inside of the cabin was just as beautiful as the outside, if not more so. The walls were made of the same dark wood, but they were adorned with tapestries and paintings that added warmth and color to the space. The furniture was elegant, each piece carefully chosen to complement the natural beauty of the cabin.

Amber fell asleep right after they finished their cookies; only taking a bite out of one. Reign took the time alone to wander the cabin and examine it more. The cabin is very huge and that also lingered on her brain, how he could afford this cabin. She knows he talks about his family business but what type of business are they in? The house was furnished only in; plush faux black leather couches, queen and king size white beds, white dressers, bedside tables, closets and everything were in white. They had a library. Why the hell did he need a library in a cabin? The floor was done with luxury vinyl planks. The inside of the cabin was smooth and painted in winter mood white paint and the outs

“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.”

Wren raised her hand to grab the keys but I snatched it and walked away knowing she would follow. Cabin 7. It was a small cabin, heavy with the smell of damp wood and faint sandalwood. It was humid inside. It was a study room, it had the equipment to store the project species and tables at each side for the students. Our beds were in a separate block. There were two blocks, one had the girls bunkhouse and the other had boys bunkhouse.

And that’s a very hard decision for him. "Wow. This is ancient!" Austin exclaimed, roaming her wide eyes to the insides of the cabin. Unlike how it looks outside, the inside of the cabin is very neat, organized and simple but beautiful. There are two bookshelves to the right of the door. A grand piano in one corner and a vintage sofa. It was as if the inside of the cabin is not located in the middle of the forest. One would mistake it for a normal living room you could found at anyone’s home.