Stillhouse Lake Novels & Stories

I picked her up. I sat in the green chair. She was awake. The brown eyes open. The expression. "All right," I said. "It's the second hour. You've decided to be awake. I'm going to tell you about the boathouse." She looked at me. "We're rebuilding it in the spring," I said. "The original was birch, and there's a birch stand at the eastern lake that's been growing for a hundred years specifically for this purpose, and Merin is coming in March to start the foundation. The trout runs along the eastern shore — I have the maps from the naturalist's volume. I've been annotating them. When you're old enough to want to come to the lake, you'll have the annotated maps." I paused. "Your mother wants to

author pov The Snow Moon pack is having their last barbeque of the summer next to the lake and waterfall on their land. The waterfall is one of the attractions of the Snow Moon pack land. It is as tall as Mt. Everest with several shelves up and down the sides. Some of the shelves are just low enough to dive from. The water at the bottom is clear and just the right temperature to cool you off on a hot day. The majesty of the water cascading down the mountain and stirring the pool at the bottom is a sight not many people get to witness in a lifetime. The pool has gigantic, large, medium, small and pebble-sized rocks jutting from the shores. There are paths long worn by the animals and humans w

She was strong and wicked smart. I left my office and walked down the black marble halls of the Onyx packhouse. It was mid-July and sweltering hot outside, but the cool marble of the hallways kept the pack house temperate. I walked outside to the back of the house and looked over the small glacial lake that guarded our northern border. Onyx was based up at the top of Silverthorne Mountain in the northern coastal mountains of British Columbia. There was a snowpack at the top of the peak that remained all seasons, and the lake was frozen over the majority of the year. However, from June to August the blistering heat melted the lake and made the alpine wildflowers bloom, turning the meadows int

And finding someone in this place was so damn hard and tiring coz it felt like anytime she walk she was just going in circles. The lake had different shores that were created in the past by different witch races to use as their route. The one near the griffin’s gate was one of the shore used by phoenix witches and there others for each race and not only one but two or more. So the lake had many docking bay.

When Richard’s cell phone rang, he tended to the call while I unpacked a few things for the weekend. The bathroom was as big as my whole apartment in Chicago. There were walk-in closets, a double sink, a soaking tub with jets, and a huge shower. Around the corner, windows with a view of Lake Michigan surrounded a hot tub. With the house situated on a lakeside cliff about a hundred feet above the water, those windows gave an eagle’s-nest view of the lake and trees. A peaceful sight. From the window, I couldn’t see the shoreline below, but I could see the wide, expansive Great Lake and the triangular sails of a boat in the distance.

I waited for Simon to message her location, and he did so within a minute. Simon: She is at the east end of Lake Poinsett. I will keep you posted if she relocates. Me: Great! As we crested the ridge of the developed region of the lakeside, the moon's glistening streak created a beautiful teardrop-spruce in color on the lake's surface, and it was shaped like a flawless flat disc. Its monastery's tranquility was disturbed by the blasting music emanating from the shimmering expanse of space around it. The location was surrounded by pine trees with bamboo torches aligning the land, and the aroma of mint drifted up to us as the mass merrily gyrated.

~Rose~ ”You made it!” Clara shirked and ran up to me, wrapping her arms around me. I hugged her back and giggled and she dragged me and her brother into their lake hosue. When I first heard the word ’lakehosue’ I expected a smaller, wicker house by a lake, like a cozy cotage. What I didn't except was a humongous mansion with three stories and an entire private lake with three jetskees and a yatch outside.

she orders like a general leading her troops to war, "we have breakfast plans in an hour!" Exactly forty five minutes later we are piling into her Toyota 4-Runner which is perfect for combating the winter weather we experience here in the Northern Lakes pack, which is located right next to Lake Erie, on the border of Ohio and Pennsylvannia with my dressed in a long sundress and strappy sandals, with a large sunhat to cover my eyes as we enjoy the last of this nice summer weather before things change to falls and freezing winters.

“Heartbreaking.” “Absolutely tragic,” Vanessa murmured, barely hiding her grin. My dad did the same, but they both ended up snickering. Dad really loves vanessa. But how could he not? “You should see the lake too,” I added. “Silver Lake. It’s up in the north part of the property, past the tree line. Real peaceful this time of year. Water’s still as glass.” “That sounds incredible,” Macey said. “Do people swim in it?” “In summer. It’s cold as sin right now even though there’s no snow.”