Nemesis Cabin Novels & Stories

he asks, hurt that I wouldn’t want to show him my work. “I’m not ready for the world to see it yet,” I say, take his hand and lead him back to our motel room. Finally making it to our destination, we reached Lake Tahoe at nightfall. With no one around for miles, the cabin stood alone in the woods, its front porch lighting the way down the secluded driveway. With Liam fast asleep in the van, Jacob and I start unpacking. “This place reminds of a horror movie,” I say when we go inside. Jacob shrugs his shoulders. “Oh, it’s not so bad. Just be careful not to bother the neighbors down the lane, they get angry when they’re hungry.”

"So bear in mind that I would keep interfering in your reign, because you interfered in mine." Hashemii turned and angrily stormed away, but not before stopping by the door and looking back at Nysera. "You would go to the Alpha's chambers tonight and seduce him. Offer him your body, since that's the only valuable thing you have left to offer." Oh, that stung like an additional slap on Nysera's face. Merakkai was angry and... hateful toward himself. He was close enough to his sister to know that she had never been with a man before.

Every time he shifted gears, his arm would brush against my knee—a deliberate, territorial spark that reminded me I was no longer a guest in his life, but a captive. The cabin wasn’t the rustic, cosy retreat the word implied. It was a brutalist masterpiece of glass, steel, and dark cedar, perched on a jagged ridge overlooking a black, bottomless lake. It was beautiful in the way a blade is beautiful—sharp, cold, and designed for a singular, lethal purpose. As the gates groaned shut behind us, the sound echoed through the valley like a prison door locking into place. We were three hours from the nearest neighbour, and a lifetime away from the girl I used to be.

' A tear rolled down Kenzie's cheek, her eyes were dark and seemed to have shrunk, her cheeks were bright red and her lips were wet but it wasn't lip gloss. The bitter reality that her father is no longer with her is proving hard for her to accept, especially when she has something to blame. She clenched her fists beside her as she sniffled back the snort coming out. She suddenly walked out of the umbrella and headed to the exit of the graveyard. Her mother called out to her but Kenzie didn't respond. She took her red Camry and drove to her grandparents' mansion. At the gate, a surveillance camera scanned her face and the gate opened automatically once her identity was verified.

The Safehouse Confession The storm had calmed, but the night still carried a restless pulse, like the world itself refused to sleep. Lucas guided the car off the muddy road and into the shadow of an abandoned ranger’s cabin. The place stood silent, swallowed by pines and mist. Natasha followed him out, shivering as the cold bit through her damp clothes. She could still feel Amara’s voice echoing in her head, You can’t destroy what you are. Inside, the cabin smelled of dust and old wood. Lucas struck a match and lit a single lantern. Its amber glow filled the room, softening the sharp lines of his face.

Ambrose is quick to shrug me off, taking a few steps away. “Ambrose, I am sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I did. It was wrong of me.” I say softly. “Forget it. Get back in the car.” She snarls, walking away and gets back into the car. I wouldn’t blame him if he drove off and left me. I’ve upset him. Groaning, I return to the car. He starts driving for another twenty minutes before we come to a large, tall set of steel gates. Ambrose uses a code to open them. Five minutes more in the car, and a cabin comes into view. It is beautiful—light coloured outer structure with tall, black roofs. There is a balcony added onto it. Large walls and fences surround it. It is as secure as his house. There

She started to toss and turn over and over again rubbing her eyes open so that she somewhat awoke. "Good morning, Nem." "Ughhhh, get lost." "You're so nice." "Wake up right now so we can have break- "but before I could even fish off my sentence, I had a gun held at my temples. For more clarification, Nemesis had a gun at my head. "Fuck. Off." She stated then dropped her head back onto the pillow and didn't move. She could have possibly looked dead if you looked from a different point of view. I chuckled and got into the shower. I wore a suit and left to go the warehouses.

My cock is throbbing, leaking against her warmth. I'm so close to losing control. "We're heading to the resort manor this evening to settle in," she says sweetly, still grinding on me. "Make sure to check for cockroaches. I absolutely detest them." I groan louder, my head falling back against the chair as she rocks harder. "Yes," I manage, my voice strained. "Whatever you want." She leans in, her lips brushing my jaw. "Good boy." Then she stands up, leaving me aching, and painfully empty.

"Emerson." He opened the driver's door. "I'm talking to you." He got in. The door closed. The engine started. And then Emerson Weston reversed out of that parking lot and drove away without once looking in my direction through the windscreen or the mirror. I stood there watching his car until it turned out of the lot and disappeared behind the row of trees lining the road. Then I kept staring at the empty space where it had been because I didn't know what else to do with the feeling sitting in my chest right now.

The cabins in front of them are like twenty, and the motherfuckers they're here to kill are surely inside. They even had the guts to build cabins on the clan's land? What could be more daring? Obviously, they're thirsting for death, and they're here to give them that. Madden is not far from her, laying on the grass too like everyone else. He's wearing blacks like them, and his rifle is loaded as he took a thorough look at the cabins with a small microscope. The cabins are awfully quiet which is too suspicious. He got an odd feeling about it, but he has never failed a mission, and this won't be the first.