Eren And Mikasa Cabin Novels & Stories

Made of rough wood and stone, with dark windows that seemed to be closed tight, it was surrounded by a forest that seemed to hold old stories and forgotten freedoms. “End of the line,” Jake announced as engines died one by one. I climbed off Kane’s bike on legs that shook from more than just the ride. The leather jacket had worked its way up during our escape, and I tugged it down self-consciously as Iron Fang members began unloading supplies. “Inside,” Kane said, guiding me with his hand on my lower back. His touch sparked a thrill within me. “We’ll be safe here.” The cabin was simple but had everything we needed—a stone fireplace, soft leather furniture that showed signs of age, and a kitc

“Welcome. Your name?” “Riven.” Niles shrugs and says, “Welcome, Riven. I hope that you’ll be an asset to our pack.” “I plan on it.” Monica sets her long fingers on my elbow. “We have a couple of empty cabins. Let me show them to you.” Her fingers linger on my elbow for longer than I’d like. She turns and leads me towards a couple of cabins. One is a bit smaller, with a single window. The other one looks sturdier and has two curtained windows.

“Wow. Okay. Not bad. Being rich has certain benefits, I suppose." Ethan grinned as he leaned against the hood of the car, shades on notwithstanding the dismal sky. "Glad you approve, Miss Evans. " Mia shot him a look. “Didn’t say I approved. Just said it’s not bad.” Killian chuckled as he unloaded the bags. “Try to be nice, Mia. He’s fragile.” “Hey!” Ethan called, feigning offense. “I’m emotionally evolved, thank you.” The inside was even cozier - the air smelled like cedarwood and firewood, leather furniture, soft throws, and a fireplace already stocked for warmth. The cabin had four rooms - but of course, only two were properly stocked.

“How dare you disrespect me like this? You think you’re some sort of hotshot, huh?! “You’ll know just how bad it is to get on Young Master Chiba’s bad side soon enough! “A mere man from Country H has no chance against him! “Hmph!” Ensley gritted her teeth as she cursed Harvey in secret. The three arrived at the cabin. The place was quite spacious; it was about a thousand square feet, furnished with elegant Italian leather couches. It was an extravagant sight.

Zachary had passed out behind the seat with his feet folded, which was probably numb right now and he wasnt even awake to cross the boundary. “Zachary” His mother called and immediately he opened his eyes, he was greeted with the most fascinating sights which included the Sheridan Opera House from 1913. “Where are we?” He had asked for the nth time over the past two days. “We’re there” There was excitement in his mother’s voice as he released the blanket to sit up. This time of the year, telluride was filled with lights and colors across its archaic houses with those cylindrical flat bottom windows and the different shades of brown paints.

Tristan just nodded and continued to walk in front of Samantha until their steps stopped at a cabin on the shore of a clear lake. "What is this place?" Samantha asked in a voice slightly shaky with disbelief. The cabin, which was made of wood, was very neatly maintained, the color of the wood also looked very new, as if it had only been completed a few months ago. However, when Samantha looked at the pegs made of concrete, there was a lot of moss and a few small holes that seemed to say that the weather had eroded the concrete over the years. "Why?" "Umn, this place is extraordinary. Is this your cabin?"

"David is going to Lydia. She is building an army. That takes space. Somewhere isolated. Somewhere with access to water and shelter." "There are old cabins upstream," Mara said. "Abandoned hunting lodges from before the park service took over. Could she be there?" "It is worth checking." They followed the creek upstream. The terrain grew rougher. Steeper. Clara's enhanced strength made the climb easy. Mara struggled more but never complained. After two hours, they found the cabins. Or what was left of them. Four structures clustered together in a small clearing. Three collapsed. The fourth looked intact but old. Windows broken. Roof sagging.

Her eyes falling to the floor, she raised her hand in mid air slowly raising her middle finger in my direction. Yeah, fuck you too Mia for shooting me. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx “So who built this again?” she asked digging into her pasta. She sat on the couch; I was all the way across the room huddled against the fireplace. “Berkely” The fucker owned a few safe houses in the continent and each house belonged to one of the men in B&A. This cozy cabin was mine. It wasn’t fancy like Jason’s modern house in Cartagena or Blaze’s summer house somewhere in California.

"Nice one. Alright, have fun. See you Sunday?" "Hopefully not tomorrow, but you will see us." When we pulled up to the cabin, I took it in. It wasn’t some rustic log thing, it was a sleek house with glass and wood framing nestled in the woods, with a nice four step porch and a swing that was a wrapped around, and it was beautiful. I turned off the truck and looked at my beauty. Elena smiled. “Are you ready, sexy?” I closed my eyes, grabbed her hand, squeezed it, and kissed the back of it. “I’m very ready.”

I stop the car and get out, looking around at the few people heading into cabins, not paying me any mind. I make my way up to the cabin that Mykel is inside. My eyes scan over the fame work of the small cabin. It's nothing too fancy, but it's very well put together. Our pack had cabins similar to these that the unmated female used for when they come into heat. Whoever built these cabins knew what they were doing. I knock on the door and seconds later the door opens with Mykel standing there. A frown creeps onto his face looking at me. "What are you doing here?" He asks.