Cabin I Novels & Stories

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.

By nightfall, Raverine and I were done making sure the cabin was safe from ambush. Even with cyberattacks from our devices, Raverine always tries to close all the loopholes he could possibly close. It was as if Raverine moved his investigation room in this cabin within a few hours. If you look at the cabin from afar outside, the cabin doesn’t look occupied since the lights weren’t able to illuminate past the dimmed windows and doors. It was just a haunted cabin like when we came here.

Ivy said quickly, “I was sent to document the lumber camp for a story. They gave me the wrong coordinates and then my phone died and the rain started and—” “Stop talking.” Her mouth shut. He stepped aside. “Come in before you catch a damn fever.” She stepped in, dripping water onto the wooden floor as he closed the door behind her. The heat hit her instantly—warm, dry, and filled with the scent of cedar and something else. Him. The cabin was rustic but not dirty. Heavy wooden furniture. A stone fireplace roaring at the center. Antlers on the wall. And a large, unmade bed in the corner.

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!

The lighting fixtures are elegant and provide a warm and welcoming ambiance. The cabin is equipped with modern technology and amenities to support productivity and communication. There may be a large flat-screen TV mounted on the wall for presentations or video conferences, a mini-fridge for refreshments, and a private restroom for convenience. The overall decor of the cabin exudes professionalism and success. The color palette is typically neutral, with shades of brown, black, and gray dominating the space. The flooring may feature a plush carpet or polished hardwood, adding a touch of sophistication.

POV: Lena Moretti The cabin had one bed. Not because anyone planned it that way. Because it was a cabin in the woods with one bedroom and one bathroom and a kitchen that was really just a counter with a hotplate. Naomi had secured whatever was available on short notice and available meant small and simple and equipped for one person, not two.

He stopped in front of a heavy, dark wooden door with the number 4022 in shiny brass numbers. He swiped his plastic keycard, and the little light on the handle turned green. The door clicked open, and he pushed it wide, stepping aside to let me go inside first. I walked into the cabin, and my breath caught in my throat. It was incredibly beautiful. There was a large glass door leading out to a private balcony, showing the bright blue ocean water sparkling outside. There was a small, cozy seating area with a sofa, a nice writing desk, and a huge flat-screen television on the wall.

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

“The ex-wife says that the cabin’s in Vermont.” Ian cocked his blond head, thinking. “Well, that makes sense. It’s right on the Quebec border, after all.” “Uh-huh,” Dallas said. “It’s in a really isolated part of the state, though, up high in the Green Mountains.” “It’ll be hard to approach without being seen or heard?” Ian asked. “Probably,” King replied. “So we’ll be on foot for a few miles.” “OK.” Ian drank some coffee, made a mental note to pack his hiking boots. “What else?”

Voice chatter as people light fire in torches and a bonfire sits in the centre as the pack gathers around. I move again, inching closer, stepping enough to keep mobile whilst phasing in and out. If everyone is out here, that will make it easier to check the cabins. I phase beside one of the cabins on the outside. There is nothing behind it and those to the side as a few meters further forward. I check the coast is clear before peeking inside the single glaze window. The cabin is small and seems to be mainly one room with a few doors at the back; I am guessing, for the bathroom or bedroom. No candles, light, or warmth is discernible, so I decide I can probably