Cabin I Novels & Stories

He took a step backward and the woman stepped out of where she was hiding. “It was Luxy. L-U-X-Y. You didn’t tell me that your cabin was a suite. How high have you been promoted for you to afford this?” Her eyes even wandered around the room of that spacious cabin with a plush sofa in the living area and a flat-screen television. It even got a mini bar by the corner. The large king-sized bed covered in silky sheets is adjacent to the large window to the balcony where you could overlook the sea. “This is trespassing,” he stated.

she introduced herself and then extended her hand to her. "Jenny," the young lady replied then accepted the handshake. ***** JENNY immediately surveyed her vision inside the cabin when she entered. Clear and beautiful but simple. Well, she already saw that in the picture when she booked it using a booking app. But it still feels different when you are in the very place already. She could feel the good ambiance of the place that is why she is having this feeling that it will not be difficult for her to move on. It's just a small cabin that is perfect for couples. There are a small living room and kitchen. Complete with necessary appliances and furniture. She entered and then pushed the door s

We don’t have to walk far before we turn up a little pathway to a small cabin with open windows and a sky blue door. Cormac twists the knob and shoves the door open. “There are clothes in the closet. Water in the pantry. Make yourselves at home.” “Thank you,” I say, then brush past him into the cool, dim interior. Kian exchanges a few words with the red-haired shifter while the rest of us check out our new temporary digs. The cabin only has one main room, with a small kitchenette set in one corner and a living area on the opposite side of the space, and a bedroom in the back. Two doors are set in the back wall—presumably the closet and a bathroom. Everything is beige except for a few colorfu

I turn around to look for anywhere to hide. The cabin is a little bit smaller than the one me and Lazarus share but it’s obvious that this is the cabin for the captain. It has two doors, one leading to a bedroom and one to a dirty looking bathroom. I go for that door and when I get in I frantically press every button I can to try and lock the door. A small light lights up to show that it is indeed locked and I take a deep breath of relief. I go into the deepest corner of the room and fold myself to a crying ball.

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!

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