Eren And Mikasa Cabin Mga Nobela at Kwento

He spun the wheel, and the car roared away from the marina, kicking up slush and gravel. Not long after, we arrived at the edge of the woods. The cabin was a small, dilapidated structure that had once belonged to Avery’s late uncle. It was hidden behind a thicket of pine trees, facing a gray, mirror-like lake. Avery and I got out, the cold air biting at our skin. I pulled my charcoal wool coat tighter around my body as we sneaked toward the back of the cabin.

"We're here to disconnect. To be safe. Wi-Fi isn't a priority right now." "But my games—" "Will still be there when we get home." I turn off the engine. "Come on. Let's get settled." We unload the car. Groceries. Clothes. Blankets. Inside, the cabin is cold. I turn on the heat and start unpacking. Alessia walks through the small space. Two bedrooms. One bathroom. Kitchen and living room combined. "Where will everyone sleep?" she asks. "Boys can share one room. We'll take the other."

“Jason has no relatives. We rarely go out of town during the holiday season. But Jason once took me to Mount Baker. That was about four years ago. Jessica was still very young at that time and still often fussy when took to travel far. Then before we got to our destination, Jason invited us to stay at a cabin house near the woods, on the way to Mount Baker. Jason said his grandfather own the cabin and had gave it to him. Jason didn't like living in that cabin, so he rarely went there. But because Jessica was fussy at the time, we had to stop at the cabin for the night before we continued our journey to Mount Baker.” "Where is the cabin?" Calvin asked impatiently. "I don't know where it is. A

I state the obvious gaining a roll of the eyes and a ‘no shit’ look from Mason. Jaheer leads us up the short steps, holding the door open for us to walk into the extra-large cabin. The place is nothing fancy on the inside. Much like a packhouse. A bare minimal packhouse. Unlike the other cabins we passed, this one was two-story. A large entranceway with a staircase which led to the second floor. Four doors, two on either side lined the otherwise bare walls. No pictures hung, only places that held candles. There were no light fixtures, nor could I see any lamps.

' We drove along the gravel road -more of a path for vehicles which wound through the settlement- for quite a while before reaching a row of cabins so close to the forest they were almost in it. I hadn't known what to expect, but it was surprising to see the cabins all looked very different. Some were small enough to obviously be one room while others stretched out rooms like wings. Carson directed us to park in front of a cabin which reminded me of a bowtie---a skinny center part with two wide portions on either side. "You will be sharing this cabin with your escort, Rachel. It's set up as a modesty building. You'll share the sitting area though you both have your own sleeping area with pri

The thought of leaving her crushes my chest, but I know I couldn’t live a life of constant discomfort and feeling like I have broken up a family. “There is a cabin up ahead, about half a mile off the track. The Katasan used to use it as an out post but it was burned down. There is a weapons cache and bunker not far from it. We could rest in the bunker. We shouldn’t risk you shifting, we are exhausted and I can't guarantee we will remain undetectable if you are in wolf form.” Alma stops and points down her imagined track and off to the right. Christian and Zander both stop dead and exchange an angry look with each other.

"I'll show you a bigger one later." Rosalyn could roll her eyes right then—she was already spooked by one that size! What, did he want to give her a heart attack? Also, this shouldn't be a place to raise pets if there were patients here, or they'd really get a heart attack. So what was this place, really? As Rosalyn entered the cabin suspiciously, she noticed that it looked like any other house inside, complete with couches and furniture. It was also quite elegant, as it was a fusion of both Mediana and Celdona styles, which makes it quite similar to Eric's other house.

“That makes five. Perfect.” Sussy sighed, eyeing Elena’s tiny bag. “At least she won’t take up space like me. Alright—welcome to the squad.” Relief spread across Elena’s face. “Thank you,” she whispered, her smile shy but genuine. Together, they registered their names and were handed a single brass key. Their cabin was bigger than expected. Five wooden beds lined the walls, each with crisp white sheets tucked tightly. A wide window overlooked the forest, where fading sunlight poured through the branches. A wooden wardrobe stood in the corner, and two lamps filled the room with a warm glow.

To stalk her sister? Travis' arm around her tightened, pulling her closer. "We're here," Mason announced. He pulled the SUV up to a large, two-story log cabin that was probably half the size of Wendy's home. As such, it qualified as a mini-mansion in her eyes. Several other black vehicles and cop cars sat in the circle drive, and a group of uniformed men hung around the front door. "Any requests?" Mason turned around and smiled. "Hot chocolate and more chocolate," she said.

Chapter 47~Get Away~ Ulayas eyes widened as they pulled up to the gorgeous two story cabin nestled in the middle of huge pine tree's. On the backside of the cabin there was a deck overlooking a picturesque lake that had a boat sitting alongside a small dock. The place looked like a Norman Rockwell painting. She rolled down the car window taking in a deep breath of the fresh crisp air. Jenson noticed her joyful expression causing him to feel satisfied that his beautiful mate was pleased with the place....she certainly deserved this after the way Jarrod and Kassian had made her feel.