Cabin Fever Books Novels & Stories

"You?" "The last book I read? Uhm…" I pondered for a moment. "‘Little Women.’ Found it in one of the boxes at the cabin.” He nodded, “That might have been one of Aunt Beth’s favorite books.” “Wait, the cabin was owned by your Aunt?” “Yeah, it was one of her places. She left it to me before she moved to Canada and passed away.” “Oh, I'm sorry.” “It's okay. It's been a while. She was a bookworm and had a hobby to left a box of her favorite books in every place she left”

Rich and polished. Inside the cabin is cozy, an open-plan space. A fireplace radiating warmth in one end, on one wall is a shelf with collections of books to keep busy. Kitchen on the other side, there's a door besides the kitchen which I'm assuming to be a bathroom. In the middle of the cabin lies a bed, from afar I know it soft and already inviting me to come lay on it. “That's where I'm going to fuck you.” I blushed hard.

Ava I flex my fingers over the keyboard of my laptop. Twisting ribbons of steam rising from my coffee mug, add a bitter scent to the sweetness of old books. Hundreds and hundreds of old books, stacked in haphazard piles where I had to clear the desk. But I’m not going to complain. Well, there isn’t anyone I can complain too, for starters. I smile as I start typing, listing the supplies that I’ll need to turn the old cabin into a working medical clinic.

The smell of old parchment, dried sage, and damp cellar immediately flooded the small cabin. Reaching inside, I pulled out a massive, leather-bound tome. The cover was cracked, unmarked, and held together by frayed iron hinges. I dropped it onto the wood with a heavy thud, followed by three smaller, equally ancient books. "Bro, this is giving major Salem witch trial vibes," Amberly muttered, stepping closer to inspect the pile. She poked the cover of the thickest book with her index finger. "Are we about to summon a demon? Because I feel like my life has enough drama right now."

Ugh! I grabbed my blanket from the bed. I would just use the overly thick duvet to sleep. I tip toed to Cameron's room again and was about to cover him with the duvet when I noticed.. that his forehead was sweaty despite the room's cold condition. I guess he didn't need a blanket after all. I sighed and touched Cameron's burning and sweaty forehead. It looked as though he was having a fever. I removed the book Cameron was holding in his hand and giggled after seeing the title ‘A collection of sad love poems’. Where did he even get that?

Jasper's heart was racing, he could have turned away from her but it was as if she's explaining what he has been curious about. "Ok Jasper, that cabin isn't a normal cabin, there's a book y'all shouldn't come across, you all should never read it, if you can get it before your friends, you all would be safe and never come back to the cabin, right now, the other ghosts wouldn't let you rest, especially my mother" she brushed a strand of her hair away.

I pulled out the latest BookTok darling from my backpack—the one with the cover everyone was blushing over—and flipped to where I’d left off. The girl in the book was officially snowed in at a remote cabin with her hot, brooding not-uncle and his even hotter sons. It was chaotic, messy, probably deeply inappropriate—and I was all in. I’d just hit the chapter with the spicy scene. You know the one. A fireplace. A blizzard. Tension so thick it needed a crowbar. I took a long sip of my lavender drink and sank deeper into the fantasy. This? This was exactly what I needed.