Nemesis Cabin Novels & Stories

He tossed them underhand to Jace. “Take the rustbucket. ’97 Impala. Hood’s ugly as sin, and the A/C don’t work — which means nobody’s gonna look twice at it.” Jace caught the keys with a grin. “Perfect.” Mack gave them directions to a cabin about an hour away—remote, off-grid, and deep in the woods. He assures them it’s safe, “No one’s gonna come looking there. Hell, no one even knows it exists but me. It’s my own little hideout.”

Hermione sat and watched as Dean iced his nose. Thankfully, she hadn't broken it. "I'm really sorry," she apologized again. "It's fine." He set the ice pack down and glanced at Yvonne. Right now, the three of them were at his apartment. The place was barely furnished, just a few couches and a bed visible through his bedroom doorway. By the living room window sat a telescope facing outside, binoculars, and other questionable items. There were also empty noodle cups and snack wrappers on the floor. The place was a dump.

-- The car drive took exactly four hours and Arya wasn’t kidding when she said it was a cabin mansion, now I am starting to understand why she didn’t show me pictures, clearly she didn’t want to spoil the fun. The gravel crunches under the tires as Jeremy’s dark Range Rover rolls to a stop in front of the cabin mansion. This place is literally breathtaking, three stories of dark cedar and stone. The floor-to-ceiling window reflects the pine trees, and in the front porch sits two Adirondack chairs. I can’t believe Arya and Devon used to come here to unwind. It’s probably an excuse for endless love making. Now suddenly, I am thinking about love making with the man seated beside me, who’s stari

She felt less nervous when he started to rub his thumb in a soothing manner to calm her down. When they reached the cabin Bella was in awe of her surroundings. She liked being out there in nature. Nicholas tugged her towards the cabin. The cabin was actually a resort owned by Nicholas and there was a private cabin at the back of the resort near the lake. The resort has been owned by Nicholas and his family for generations. This was their vacation spot when his family needed to be away from the spotlight.

he said and brought out a picture and gave it to Luck. “Find this person, his name is Camino Bunkers, find him and track him down now” He said and walked outside to the impatient Avery. He entered the car and told the driver to go home, he went to the driver's seat and started the car, Avery entered the car and put her seat belt on and they headed straight to the Lincoln mansion. ______________________________________ “Hello, welcome, please come in now” A voice said at a man standing at the door well. She gave him a pleasant smile.

I deadpanned, hauling myself up the steps. Inside, the cabin looked like a Hermès catalog, smooth beige, polished cherrywood, and the smell of fresh coffee slapping away the ramen-and-space-heater reality of my actual life. I dropped into a leather seat by the window, letting my body sink into luxury. “Don’t ruin the jet,” Nicolas muttered as he sat down and opened his iPad. “We’re just middle-class mortals in desperate need of entertainment,” I said, kicking my feet up with a smug smile.

I was enraged and rejected her, yet deep down, I harbored love for her without understanding why. Eventually, my past self reminded me of her significance as my mate, and I searched for her desperately. My beautiful Kyla was found alone, having been hunted down and gravely ill. I held her in my arms, weeping and expressing my sorrow, but it was too late; she passed away, and so did I. In that life, I was a fool. My name was Caleb, and I had vowed to eradicate those vile witches who had taken my family from me. My hatred for them was all-consuming; they were driven solely by power, a power that ultimately destroys them.

FENRIS I walk into my cabin which I bought from the elders last year, here on the school property, behind my mate watching the natural sway of her hips which makes my cock impossibly harder. The cabin is behind the school building and farther from the cabins which were given to Aztec and Lycidas after their claiming ceremony. I wanted to have my own place and not to live in Mystic Shadow forever as I knew that I wasn't born there and have never felt any kind of pull towards that land.

I am proud of her as she holds in her scream. I move slightly and look around the room they are in and realise where we are. This cabin hasn't been used since Cole's mother and father were killed. As it was their private retreat, a place that allowed them to escape the pressure of running the pack and actually spend some time together with no interruptions. A slight breeze then blows through the cabin and I am hit with a strong scent of sage, pinewood, and exotic flowers, with just a hint of something else underneath. Just then, Austin fights his way through the fog he was hidden in, to growl. "MATE!"

The Nest was a tomb of silvered wood and rusted iron, buried so deep in the Blackwood state forest that the GPS had given up ten miles back, leaving them to navigate by the memory of a road Julian hadn't traveled in a decade. It was a sprawling hunting lodge that had seen better decades, its cedar walls grayed by the elements and its windows narrow like gun slits. As the SUV’s headlights cut through the thick, pre-dawn mist, the structure loomed out of the dark like a jagged ribcage. This was where the Vane name had been forged in moonshine and blood, long before the bespoke suits and the glass towers. This was the dirt beneath the empire.