Nemesis Cabin Novels & Stories

Chapter 13: Bad News As Derek’s driver pulled up in front of a massive mansion. Derek walked out of his car after gathering his important files and phone. He stood In front of the massive mansion and breathed out, as if he was trying to catch his breath. His eyes scanned the peculiar building, as it beauty shone forth. It was a three-story building, a type you would barely come across. It was built with the most expensive materials gathered from around the world; its architecture was top-notch, and the color complemented the entire building. It was painted a bright milk color.

He seemed unable to hold back and suddenly said, "Ms. Leeman, I know everything the public is saying today is false! You're not like that." I wondered, 'The public?' Quinton clicked on a trending article titled: [Wilson Real Estate's Mrs. Wilson, Vanessa Leeman, Failed the Scheme with Her Lover, Charles Chase, and Lost Both Her Reputation and Fortune!] The article had nearly three thousand words, stating how I had hooked up with Charles and staged the kidnapping.

"Baby what's going on?" he asked sitting at the edge of the bed, "What's going on as how?" he understood what his partner was talking about but he wanted him to elaborate more on his question. "This place is really scary and I'd be lying if I said, I'm not getting more scared, by the second what is up with this cabin?" "I don't know much but I know this place is full of mysteries and its starting to unravel bit by bit. First, it was Elena Martins the ghost, then the other unknown ghosts and Ruth's injury. Oh and my mysterious, lost in the wilderness situation." he heaved a sigh.

Jessica led me to a small cabin just outside the territory, I knew that Brody would go crazy if he knew that not only was I helping someone from our rival pack but that I was leaving our territory. The cabin looked deserted from outside, I assumed it was abandoned before Jessica found it. She led me inside and I instantly smelt blood. The cabin was dark, with wooden walls and counter tops. We walked through the kitchen, the cupboards were hanging off and there was no sign of anything electricity powered. It felt like I had been cast back into a past time.

By now she can conclude that, Nero is treated better than the Burdak in his pack. Nero stopped and Rhodia did the same. He turned around, looking Rhodia up and down. “Looks like you haven't showered in days… you can rest and shower here.. this is my cabin.. not where I live everyday…but you can borrow it… after that I will send someone to bring food here… tomorrow morning I'll be back…I'll take you to Asulpen.” Nero said then opened his cabin. Aspherical building rising above…made of some dry branches and wood. Indeed, in various packs...their houses will be different from one another. Apart from the weather, resources and traditional values ​​influence everything,

When I flung open the door, Nic trained his gun on me before he lowered it once more. "We got anything?" "No, but Kelley is coming." "Shit," Nic cursed. "That Irish bastard is helping?" I nodded. "Should we leave?" "Did you take care of the camera?" I asked. "Done, no problem. And our friend here is going to be real quiet about this little encounter. Ain't that right, Roz?" The man nodded so hard I thought he'd give himself an aneurysm. Nic had clearly done a little threatening of his own. We left the motel office together and climbed into his car.

or someone. The cabin came into view after a few minutes—if you could call it a cabin. It looked like something out of a wilderness survival show. Tin roof, bulletproof glass, and a single solar panel affixed crookedly on the edge of the structure. It had the kind of quiet that screamed danger, the kind that dared you to knock. Elias parked beside Nova’s bike. She hopped off her seat with her usual swagger and knocked twice on the metal door, then once more after a pause.

“The eyes?” “The soul.” Jarek pinched the bridge of his nose. “Please don’t tell people that.” Number four lost spectacularly. Marcus blamed the jockey. We spent the rest of the races teasing him mercilessly. By the time the sun started dipping lower, we climbed back into the truck and headed farther into the mountains. And then I saw the cabin. “Oh…” The word escaped before I could stop it. Nestled among towering pines, the cabin overlooked a lake that reflected the evening sky like glass. A wraparound porch faced the mountains, and smoke curled lazily from a stone chimney.

Eventually, Neveah found a private garden estate outside the city. She turned her laptop toward me. “This.” I studied the photographs. It was beautiful. Large enough for the families, secluded enough to prevent the press from swarming the place, but not so enormous that it would feel like a wedding rehearsal. “I like it.” She blinked. “You like something I chose?” “Don't make it emotional.” She smiled. “I knew we could accomplish something.” I pointed at the screen. “This is the venue.” “Agreed.” “Good.” She made a note.

In her back leather pockets were two desert eagle, long-ranged guns. "What is going on, honey?" Amelia rubbed her eyes confused. Aurora stopped in the middle of the room when she heard her voice. The fire was the only light-emitting in the room, except for the sun that came through the windows. The sky was clear of clouds today, it was early morning. "What is going on, Aurora?"