Seaglass Cottage Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 18: THE COTTAGE SECRET Scene 52: Return Home The cottage lights were on. No smoke rose from the chimney. No car waited beside the broken fence. Still, warm yellow light glowed behind every window as though Grandmother had been expecting us. Rain swept across the cliffs and struck the windscreen in silver sheets. Raiken switched off the engine. No one moved. The sea crashed below the road, hidden by darkness and fog. Each wave carried a low vibration through the ground and into my bones.

he bid farewell as he spotted a girl behind me. Walking on the white sand felt like I was walking on the clouds. I didn't go to the food court and instead descended from the resort where the beautiful cottages were. The resort was in an elevated part, so I had to go down a rocky staircase. When I was close to Ruin's indicated large cottage, I saw Lazarus holding Luzon and feeding him. His cousin was with them, and there were other unfamiliar faces. The cottage was spacious, with a large table in the middle that I thought could seat about twenty people. The cottage was typically used for family gatherings. There were other cottages for friends or smaller groups.

I finally took the place in—and shit. The cottage was huge in that old money that pretends to be modest but actually screams wealth way. White stone, a slanted mossy roof, balconies wrapped in vines, lanterns hanging from branches like floating fireflies. Trees framed everything, tall enough to swallow the house whole, with wildflowers and moonlit blossoms spilling around the pathway. It looked like a fairytale dropped acid and decided to go minimalist. "All the previous queens spent their wedding night here too," Levi added.

They completed me just as I completed them. Kai swept me up into his arms and carried me bridal style up the wooden steps until I could truly see the beauty of the cottage. It was a large two-story wooden cottage nestled within the trees and with the backdrop of the mountains. Its high windows were perfectly placed so that natural sunlight would flood the interior. It was nighttime by now, but the porch was lit by orbs from Aedrul. Their white lights casted a beautiful silhouette onto the cottage. Sneaky Papa. He did not even give me a heads up.

Paulsen’s patrol car rounded the final bend of the coastal road, and the Oakhaven lighthouse finally came into view—not as a haunting tombstone, but as a steady, rhythmic pulse of light against the black silk of the Atlantic. Nestled just below the cliff’s edge was the old family cottage, its windows glowing with a warm, amber light that felt almost offensive given the storm raging in my chest. There was no silhouette on the precipice. There was no screaming wind. Just the quiet, domestic hum of a house tucked away from the world. "He's inside," Paulsen whispered, killed the sirens and the headlights a hundred yards out. "The burner phone pinged right from that kitchen window." I stepped out

The chauffer bows at us ** welcome to the Kingdom of Brennan my name is Lancesirott your escort for your duration in the kingdom, please have a seat while I put the bags away ** we comply, Skaii getting in with me and Ameera in the other and we make our way through, I stick to the window taking in the scenery as we make our way along, I have never seen mountains so beautiful in my life, there’s so many shades of Green, Brown, Red and even Grey and White at the top of the peaks. Buildings begin to come into view, they are spectacular most of them seemingly made of shimmering glass that reflect and project a rainbow of colors as we pass along (( this is amazing Lancesirott )) ** thank you Luna

They went as a unit. The cottage was a two-hour drive north, nestled at the end of a winding dirt road in a grove of ancient pines. It was a humble, beautiful thing of fieldstone and weathered shingles, surrounded by overgrown wildflowers. It didn’t look like a Vanderbilt secret; it looked like an artist’s dream. Kaelan’s security swept it first. “Clear. No signs of recent habitation. No surveillance. It’s… just a house.”

Antagonised, Faith looked away from William and repeated in her head like a broken record that she has a boyfriend, who she is learning to love very much. Sighing tiredly, Faith fusses with her keys; leaning against the tired stonewalls of her house, before finally finding the right one – a small ornate bronze key that somehow looks medieval. She inserts it into the old wooden door, with white paint slightly chipping at the edges, and six small glass windows that let the cold blustery wind in, but Faith is proud to call the little cottage home. To her it looks like it is straight out of a fairy-tale with a happy ending or a picture book for little children. In fact, it looked like many thing

She added again, after getting no reply from us. "Hurry up, I don't want us to still remain here by sundown. It's so odd that we never came across any of the septic." Over the past few days, I realized they only came out at night. We could see the coarse, unevenly sized grey stones that made up the walls. As we got closer, the occasional flash of colour- some black, others blue or green, emerged from the gray stone that looked like eyes trying to steal a glimpse of the world. The cottage hunkered low like a child in the element, trying to keep warm. Yet it looked alive and welcoming, with a thin silver trail, coming from the crooked stone chimney.

The booking was for a cottage right on the seafront. It had a veranda that looked out over the sea with a pathway straight onto the beach. It was secluded with only a few other cottages along the seafront. I searched the local area for things to do and took Cleo’s guidance in mind. There were a lot of options for the area, so I printed off a few options but didn’t book anything up front.