Cabin I Novels & Stories

Now, watching the crystal chandeliers catch the afternoon light, I'm less sure it wasn't some kind of mistake. Our cabin is on the eighth deck, starboard side, with a balcony that overlooks the endless blue. I drop my suitcase on the king bed and immediately step outside, gripping the railing. The port city shrinks below us, filled with terracotta roofs and winding streets, and I breathe in diesel and sunscreen and something floral I can't identify. "Drinks?" Cassian appears behind me, his chin settling on my shoulder. His stubble scratches through my thin cardigan. "Drinks," I agree.

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 wint

No neighbors close enough to hear me yell. Gage grabbed a duffel from the back. “Inside.” “Are you going to stand guard like Mason?” I asked as I followed him up the steps. “Rule two,” he said. “Stop baiting my wolves. Inside, Mara.” The cabin was deliberately boring. Beige couch. Plain table. Kitchen stocked like someone had a checklist: bottled water, canned soup, protein bars. A first-aid kit that looked better than what most people keep in their cars. No pictures. No clutter. No sign anyone lived here—just stayed here.

She pulled the keys from her pocket and dangled it in the air. "Nice" Lex said as we got there. Irene inserted the key into the keyhole and the lock clicked as she twisted it. It opened and the door opened, she entered first and navigated her way through the dark until she found the light switch, she flipped it and the room was lit up. The whole space smelled of Jasmine, which indicated a member of the Nightfall pack. Mira softly reminded me of mate, his smell was Jasmine mixed with Honey. "This is beautiful" lex said as we admired the cabin, it had two bedrooms and bathrooms in each bedroom. The main living room space was bigger and it contained big couches and pillows. A big television and

I'm wearing jeans and a shirt, my feet bare. "You can stay in the cabin for the night then go home tomorrow" I look at him confused "Cabin?" "Yea there's a small cabin just right there" he points "What's a cabin" I ask again He gives me this strange look "it's a place you can stay for tonight" he must have noticed my still confused expression so he speaks further "like a house, a roof over your head" "Oh" is what comes out of my lips "How old are you" he asks as we approach the so called cabin. I stop again and look at him, blank expression. This is the second question he's asking that I have no answer to. He sees my state of distraught and he let it slide

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.

He gave me a curt nod. "Follow me" Officer Jade said and turned the other way. I looked up at Ethan. He nodded at me and weaved his fingers through mine. We made our way through the forest with two of the officers trailing behind us. After about half an hour of trek, there it was! The cabin was made up of bamboo, looking exactly the way I imagined it would be. There were two windows on either side of the door, to my surprise there was a cupola on the cabin’s roof. The cabin was surrounded by trees on all the sides, which looked like the ones we come across in movies. It almost looked like, they were herding us in. Sudden heat assaulted my skin when we entered the cabin. Stunningly shimmering

But when we finally pulled into the beach resort — a string of cozy wooden cabins lined just off the sand — the bus practically exploded with excitement. Students poured out, grabbing luggage, shouting about which cabins they were in, snapping pictures, laughing too loud. “Okay,” Lana said, flipping open her phone. “We’re in Cabin 12. Let’s go claim our bunk beds before someone else does.” We dragged our bags across the gravel paths, weaving through a maze of cabins that all looked the same. My shirt stuck to my back, the heat already clinging like a second skin. Inside, Cabin 12 smelled like ocean breeze and vanilla air freshener. Two beds. One small dresser. A half-functional ceiling fan.

I’m alive. My vision struggles to come into focus as I raise my heavy head, taking in my surroundings. Wood floors, log walls, and bland, impersonal furnishings. I’m in a cabin, and if the logo emblazoned on the throw pillow resting on the couch to my right is any indication, it’s one of the guest cabins at the Cedar Ridge ski resort.

she says, when we arrive in front of a small cabin , which probably has 1-2 bedrooms but the place where it is located is torn from heaven. The entire St. Elias Mountain is reflected in the water of Icy Bay and is surrounded by tall pines and firs. If you didn't know it was on the edge of the alcove, you wouldn't even see it from the road. it is a small and chic log cabin but with a pleasant homey air . Cath opens the door and motions for me to enter while she goes straight into one of the rooms from where she returns to my great disappointment, fully clothed in thick woolen clothes.