Secluded Cabin Sleeps Six Novels & Stories

Every piece of furniture was made of oak, and the motifs of fishing, hunting, bears, and trees seemed to be printed on every possible surface. Books lined every available shelf and stacked up higher than my head was a tower of DVD cases. The cabin had minimal internet, so we'd always brought our own entertainment and left it for the next season. Not being connected to the outside world was one of the perks of the cabin. “There's three bedrooms,” I explained as he helped me carry my suitcase to the biggest one. A big wooden bed dominated the room. “But since it's just me, I'm staying in the master. It's got the most comfortable bed in the world.”

Fiona shoved Ryker in, and I trailed after them. Six years had passed. So much had changed. The sea of roses at the villa entrance had long been torn out. Most of the furnishings inside had been replaced, and everything now belonged to Ryker. There wasn’t a single trace of me left in the entire house. "Fiona, if he never shows up, maybe don’t make things harder on yourself." "No!" Fiona cut him off immediately. "This is what Xavier owes you! Why should he get to hide in there for six years while you ended up crippled?! Xavier will spend the rest of his life making this up to you!"

After a while, I looked outside the windows to see the fleeting trees; it was a pleasant sight. Soon we arrived at camp, after a while of briefing, we scuttled around finding cabins to stay in, the rule of thumb was they were only ten cabins where two people alone could fit in and once those ten were filled up, we would have to live in the bigger sides with about fifteen people per room; I was sure everybody’s competitive spirit was riled up, because ain’t no way I was going to be stuck with gazillion girls.

I snuggled into his warmth as we slowly drifted off to sleep. I woke up the next morning with Gabe’s arms still wrapped around me. I turned to look him in the eyes and smiled at him. “Thanks for staying with me.” I told him “I couldn't think of anywhere I would rather spend a night.” he told me, looking like a true god with the sun shining on him through the window. “I want to show you something.” Gabe took my hand and led me out the back door and my eyes lit up. This was definitely the best part of the cabin. There was a large hammock hanging from two trees and a beautiful large lake. The entire place was completely secluded and private, like our own little paradise.

He stiffened, face flushing, and stalked back to his little cluster of veteran observers. "The Manager clapped his hands. "Lodging assignments! Please find your corresponding cabin." He began handing out small, carved wooden tokens. Mine was number six. The staff led us away from the beach, down a barely-there path into the dense foliage. We stopped in a small clearing. Twenty crude huts, little more than woven sticks and dried mud with thatched roofs, stood in a rough circle. A number was burned into a plank above each door. I found number six. Jenna pouted beside me, holding token twenty. "We're so far apart! I thought we'd be roomies!"

' We drove along the gravel road -more of a path for vehicles which wound through the settlement- for quite a while before reaching a row of cabins so close to the forest they were almost in it. I hadn't known what to expect, but it was surprising to see the cabins all looked very different. Some were small enough to obviously be one room while others stretched out rooms like wings. Carson directed us to park in front of a cabin which reminded me of a bowtie---a skinny center part with two wide portions on either side. "You will be sharing this cabin with your escort, Rachel. It's set up as a modesty building. You'll share the sitting area though you both have your own sleeping area with pri

He grabbed two duffle bags in the back and led me up to the cabin. We traveled up the verandah. Ryder dropped the bags and fished for the key in his pocket. I released my pheromones, cocooning everything around us. To a passerby, the cabin looked like a cozy get away spot for some rich asshole. The inside was furnished with the best pieces of furniture. Marble tiles. Wooden walls. Expensive curtains. If robbers stumbled on this place, they would think Christmas came early.

If she had told anyone that Victoria Van Dyke cooked meals and washed dishes years ago, they would never believe it. The cabin had seven bedrooms and six bathrooms and it sat on ten acres of land. An abundant of pine trees around it gave ultimate privacy. In the spring and summer, the large pond with a fountain would be running. In the fall and winter the water would turn to a sheet of ice that shimmered in the sun. Almost every room in the cabin had a fireplace. There was a jacuzzi outside where the large back deck was. It had been ages since they all had been to the cabin. Caitlin missed those days. Maybe some time in the future they could all come to Aspen as a family again. After all, sh

It's secluded, alright! Our destination is 606 Pine Street. The 'cabin' looks more like a villa. A wrap-around porch and arched brick support pillars make a bold statement. Nick pulls a loose brick from the pillar to the right, and a key falls out.

"We're here to disconnect. To be safe. Wi-Fi isn't a priority right now." "But my games—" "Will still be there when we get home." I turn off the engine. "Come on. Let's get settled." We unload the car. Groceries. Clothes. Blankets. Inside, the cabin is cold. I turn on the heat and start unpacking. Alessia walks through the small space. Two bedrooms. One bathroom. Kitchen and living room combined. "Where will everyone sleep?" she asks. "Boys can share one room. We'll take the other."