Nemesis Cabin Novels & Stories

There would be storms I wouldn't be able to help her avoid but she wouldn't have to live the way she lived for the first nine years of her life. Finally arriving at the cabin, an old GTO caught my attention. It must have belonged to Lucifer. It looked like a car he would drive. The cabin was in full darkness. The only light radiated from the porch. It was already dark out so I couldn't make out much of the detail of the cabin. All I noticed was the old wood, and long windows.

"Don't worry bud, there are plenty of food and snacks on the inside, these guys will take care of you." Niyler nods, " Yeah I will make us all something to eat then we can go outside and play by the river, okay?" Hazeem grins. "Sounds good to me." {Niyler Rostov} The cabin was even more beautiful on the inside. There were two bedrooms and a cute small kitchen that had a small wooden counter with wooden stools around it. In the bedrooms were swing beds. Harper and I would share a room and Hazeem and Stefano will share the other.

JAMESON The cabin sat on the edge of a private lake, secluded and gorgeous, with floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the water. It was the kind of place that felt a world away from Chicago, from the Connelly compound, from everything. Exactly what we needed. "Well," Cat said as we pulled into the drive, her voice carefully neutral. "I wasn't expecting this." "Good kind of surprise or bad kind?" She turned to me, her dark eyes soft. "Good kind."

I couldn't let Killian dig her back up. I pushed the heavy metal door open. It screeched against the concrete floor. The garage smelled of engine oil, gasoline, and stale cigarette smoke. Three sleek, black motorcycles were parked in a neat row. Sitting on the hood of a dismantled sports car was Lucian Vane, tossing a silver pocket knife casually in the air. Jason Jax stood near a workbench, drinking a beer. And in the center of it all was Killian Blackwood.

I shook my head, sinking my teeth down on my tongue until the taste of copper flooded my mouth. Unaware of my torment, she continued speaking, even wrapping her hands around mine on the wheel. “Don’t go home, Tris. If you stay over at Carter’s, maybe he’ll cool down before tomorrow.” Maybe. The word almost made me bark out a humorless laughter. Maybe he’d cool down. Maybe I’d grow fucking wings and fly into the sky. None of those things were happening and we both knew it. When she persisted with her fantasies, I roughly dropped her hand from mine. “Think about Mom. You know what he’s gonna do to her if I’m not home when he gets there.”

I sat in the back seat again, watching the world pass by, and tried to remember the last time I'd felt this strange combination of fear and hope. The cabin was nothing like I expected. I'd pictured a rustic hunting lodge, something rough and masculine. Instead, I found a modern marvel of glass and timber, nestled into the mountainside with views that stole my breath. "Mom designed it," Nick said, catching my expression. "She wanted luxury with privacy. Got both." Inside was just as stunning—open floor plan, massive fireplace, furniture that managed to be both comfortable and stylish. And the art studio Nick had mentioned? An entire room with north-facing windows, professional easels, and sup

****Mafia's Nemesis After the chaotic murder at the Phoenix Sky Harbor Airport, the news gained international recognition. When Stefan saw the broadcast on a Bulgarian news channel, he insisted that Nevena leave Arizona immediately. Without hesitation, he booked her another flight—this time to New Mexico. She had arrived in New Mexico the night before, and with the help of the City’s navigation map, she managed to locate her guesthouse. The sharp buzz of her phone on the nightstand jolted her awake. With a groggy hiss, she reached for it blindly, her fingers fumbling over the screen.

Of course, she hates us. “Shane’s worried. We should all be worried”, Neo finishes once our feet land on the porch of one of our old cabins in Brackenridge. I punch in a code by the door and the door clicks from the inside indicating it’s open. The cabin still looks good as new, it might be old from the outside but from the inside we’ve modified it to look a lot more like our apartments in New Hawk. Neo moves to the kitchen and a minute later he comes back with two bottles of water, one which he tosses to me.

“Hey Dad, Cian? We are ready to go to Nemi’s house now!” Talia called as we were coming down to the main entrance to the hosue. “This way, Nemesis.” Alexander told me, pointing to a door to just to the right. I turned the handle and poked my head in. It was a huge garage, with 2 cars and one big black SUV. There was a wall of tools and some other random things on the opposite side of the garage. Cian rushed to the side of the black SUV and opened the back door. “Come on Nemi.” He said, grabbing my hand, and helping me into the giant vehicle. After he did the same for Talia, he climbed into the passenger seat. I thumbed the vial around my neck. “Be careful with that button. Use it only if you

I’d been expecting cabins or maybe some kind of rustic lodge situation, but what I saw instead looked like someone had taken a billionaire’s doomsday bunker and scaled it up by about a thousand percent. “What the fuck,” I muttered, staring at a building that had to be at least six stories tall and looked like it belonged in downtown Seattle, not in the middle of nowhere. We drove past groups of people who all stopped and stared at the car, and I could feel their eyes following. Luca’s hand found my knee and stayed there, that made me feel slightly less like I was walking into my own execution. “They can smell you,” Luca said quietly, noticing my discomfort. “They know you’re not pack.”