Stillhouse Lake Novels & Stories

"I know, Sydney. Just make an opening for me. If I move into the McQueen estate, you can stay there whenever you want. I'll even ask Nathaniel to make you the richest woman in the city." They had both heard about the estate Nathaniel built south of the city. The extravagant estate itself sat beside a lake with a rising hill, Nathaniel also had exclusive rights to the use of the area around the hills and lakes. The estate included a riding ground, a golf course, and even yachts. As the lake was so large, it looked more like an inland sea. Both women were desperate to see the place for themselves. Before the party began, Sydney had planned to go with Channing.

Her voice instantly brought him back to reality. "Yes! So finish up." He responded with a faint smile on his face. After they ate, they went out, and he showed her around the barn. No animals, roots or crops in sight. What's left is a trace of how it used to be. A 3-bedroom house with a small barn to hide the farm equipment, a stable that can cater for up to 4 horses, a boat and a boat shed. Despite that, the house, the barn equipment, the boat and the shed are well-kept and the view from the lake is breathtaking.

There was a trace of disappointment in Dane’s eyes. I smiled faintly. “It’s really nothing. Are you free tonight? Let’s have dinner.” I invited Dane out, successfully changing the subject. “Sure.” Moon Lake was on the outskirts of Los Angeles, nestled deep in the valley, surrounded by lush green hills and the sound of birdsong. The scenery was picturesque and tranquil. During a full moon, the moon’s reflection covered the entire lake, which is how it got its name. I picked a quiet grove by the lake. “The view’s nice here. Let’s start.”

My cabin sat at the end of a gravel road, tucked behind towering trees that looked like lazy forest guardians. At the foot of the mountain and near a thawing lake, slowly giving in to the Alaskan summer, the place felt like a parallel universe. It was the kind of spot that looked stolen straight from a movie...Twilight, maybe, if Bella Swan had better taste in interior design. I was out back, curled up barefoot in a creaky wicker chair on the porch, wearing an oversized hoodie and leggings that were starting to pill. Resting in my lap was a half-finished painting. Soft blues, grays, and streaks of orange pulled from memory.

He slipped his hands into his pockets, as he looked at me with that scary look in his eyes again, "The estate sits on about forty acres." I blinked, "Forty?" He nodded, "There are guest cottages farther back, a marina, a pavilion near the beach, a boathouse and a helipad." His mouth twitched slightly as he walked toward the windows overlooking the lake. "The trees block most of the property from view." I joined him, the shoreline stretched endlessly into the darkness. "No neighbors?" "Not close enough to matter, there are security checkpoints at the entrance." I looked outside again, the moonlight danced across the water, the realization settled heavily in my chest.

He shouts as he stands and starts shoving dirt back into the hole as I get my paws free on the other side and take off. His instructions weren’t lost on me. Bree and I kept running until we reached the lake on the edge of town. Luckily there are tons of lakes in the area, but this lake is closest to the packhouse and I immediately see the shack Charley was referring to and make my way to it. Inside, I see a cot, a water basin with a mirror, a small wood-burning stove, and a fireplace. This must be a hunter’s cabin. It’s too basic and the dust, dirt, and debris in here suggest no one has been here in a few decades.

My feet carried me automatically, turning at remembered junctions until I emerged at Shadowlight Lake. In the equinox moonlight, the lake was even more magical than before, its surface reflecting the stars with such perfect clarity it was hard to tell where water ended and sky began. The small gazebo at the end of the dock glowed softly with twinkling lights someone had strung along its railings.

So far all he had seen was open earth and sky and thought the Leopards Lands were beautiful, they didn't seem to hold much. "Well there's lots of stuff." Ezekiel easily answered a prideful smile spreading over his face, making it apparent how much he respected his home and its beauty. "Like the four villages, the mountains and even the Mansion has a lot of rooms to be explored, but the most amazing is the Lake. " Ezekiel told him softly. "There's a Grand lake, a Shifter built one, approximately a mile to the north of our mansion, you've got to see it." "What do you mean "Shifter Built" Grand Lake? Brandon asked him finally closing the space between them and taking a seat on the edge of the b

The Lake District was shrouded in a soft, silver mist that clung to the ancient hills and mirrored lakes like a lover’s breath. Windermere lay calm and dark under the evening sky, its surface barely disturbed by the gentle rain. In the small village of Ambleside, the old stone pub “The Black Swan” glowed with warm golden light, the scent of woodsmoke, ale, and hearty food spilling out into the damp night air.

I sat down on a large rock and just stared at the lake I now owned. Leslie told me that it was named Lunar Lake and that there is a waterfall on the opposite side. There is a small mountain as well, with cliffs that hang over the lake. I wondered if I could get a jet ski and have some fun on the lake or just get a small boat to take out to the middle and do some fishing.