The Cottage Novels & Stories

"Then let's go on an adventure, shall we?" I smiled against his lips, feeling a rush of excitement course through me. "We're heading out tomorrow," I said, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. "The cottage is in the Cotswolds. It's this quaint little place Dad and I used to stay at when I was young." Sebastian's eyes lit up with interest. "The Cotswolds? I haven't been there in ages. Tell me more about this cottage." I leaned back in the hot tub, letting the warm water lap at my shoulders. "It's like something out of a fairytale. All honey-coloured stone and a thatched roof. There's a tiny garden out front that's always bursting with wildflowers."

Melissa said with a shrug. It wasn’t, but I kept that to myself, and we walked on while something cold settled at the bottom of my stomach. The cottage, if one could even call it that, sat in a hollow where the ground dipped down, a little hut made of stone and dark timber, moss greening the roof shingles. Herbs hung drying in bundles under the eaves. The garden out front was immaculate, and as we came closer, I realized I couldn’t name half of what was growing in them.

He glanced at me, and in that look, I saw him already calculating eight moves ahead, probably deciding which one of us was most likely to set ourselves on fire while trying to dry our socks. As for me, I finally managed to peel myself off the ground and stumble inside. The cottage smelled of wet wool and roasted meat, a combination that felt like a lavish perfume after a day of smelling like a wet dog that had rolled in a swamp. I eyed the coppery tang of blood on someone's sleeve, a little souvenir of the day's events. Oh, what a charming little cottage. Just like a brochure: "Cozy Fireside Retreat! Includes rustic decor, singing kettle, and the faint, nostal

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.

"Whenever the palace became too crowded or too cruel, she came here." The path narrowed until branches brushed against our shoulders. Wildflowers grew between the stones, and vines climbed over old fences that had almost disappeared beneath the forest. Then the cottage appeared. It was small, built from grey stone, with a roof covered in climbing roses. One window stood half open, and colourful flowers still bloomed beneath it. I stared at the house. "It doesn't look abandoned." "It isn't," the old man said quietly. Kael pushed the door open with his foot.

The flight went by very quickly as Gemma and Grant spoke almost non-stop. It was amazing how comfortable she felt with him, and it was as if they had known each other for years. They landed in Canada and there was a big black SUV waiting for them at the airport. It was an hour's drive to the cottage, and they arrived just before dark. The scenery enroute was breathtakingly beautiful. They even saw a few deer next to the road as they drove up to the front of the cottage. The cottage was in the woods with almost nothing close by. It was so beautiful, it looked like it had come straight from of a fai

But in front of me was a cottage that was out of place—a small cottage with a short fence that was wedged between two buildings; it didn't belong there. Street signs suddenly appeared next to me: BURGUNDY, RAMPART. As I stared up at the sign, the door to the cottage opened, and a bright light poured out onto the dark sidewalk. I knew, deep in my bones, that I was supposed to go inside. There was a beckoning aura about that cottage; I felt like I had seen it before.

Neel thinks. Suddenly the car stopped. They get out and keep walking until they find the cottage. Rain has stopped then. Anybody can say the cottage has been abandoned for a long time now by the look of it. There have been hill grasses all around it. It seems as if not even a single trace of somebody has been here for years. "It does look spooky." Neel says. "I told you, you won't like it." She replies. She stares at the cottage as if she got lost in some flashbacks. She startles when Neel says, "what are you looking at? Let's go inside."

Deep in the woods of Argania, one lovely cottage is to be seen by some lucky travelers wandering the mysterious forest that they almost thought it consists of magical beings. But the truth is, one humble family lives here away from the people of the land. Flowers and vines almost succumb the property making it very mesmerising through naked eye. Each day, the cottage will be filled with blueberry pie scent inviting some of the gentle animals that is with them in the woods. It seems like the owners of this property likes baking stuff like this.

I knew I had to speak to him soon. Luckily I didn’t have to answer the question because Corey informed us that we had reached her house. The cottage was small with a dark brown thatched roof and a light brown exterior, even from outside I could feel the homily vibes the house was giving out. Walking down a small pathway, flowers decorating either side, I saw flickering candle lights from the windows.