The Lake House Movie Novels & Stories

“Don’t worry about it, Luna. The only thing we need to ensure is that everything is fine with the baby.” “I’ve never been to the Lake House, I bet it’s beautiful.” She says as we wait for the main sliding doors at the entrance to open. Huh, she has been - she trailed Cody there one evening, maybe it’s temporarily moved out of her memory, baby hormones perhaps. I bite my tongue. “It is beautiful, I think you’ll like it there, the views are amazing, and the lake is serene, at night when the stars and the full moon is in sight, it’s a picture.”

As I peered past the pillars and down the small hill behind the house, my jaw dropped. “His house is on a lake?” Olive cocked an eyebrow at me. “On a lake? His family owns the lake, and before you say anything, yes people can own bodies of water.” “I know that already.” I snapped jokingly, narrowing my eyes at her sly smirk. “I’m not completely naïve.” “Really, because you just about had a fit when you met the bathroom attendant at Darkling.” She tossed her mane of choppy hair back and laughed, revealing her pristine smile that would’ve cost a fortune had she not near perfect genetics.

The living room was cozy, the lights dim, with a variety of food and wine on the center table. After making her comfortable on the sofa, Lake switched on the TV and began selecting movies for her on N*****x. Coco was uncomfortable and stopped him. “Not that one.” That movie had quite a lot of sex scenes, though they were not real. It felt weird for her to watch those with her fiancé. Most people would know each other before getting engaged, but only Lake would engage a woman before knowing her. The fact that she was the first woman to catch his eye meant everything, and her past, no matter how dark or bright it was, would remain there, meaning nothing to him.

A lot of his Enforcers were hurt because of her. “I saw him at the lake house,” Liam answered, packing the report files. “Lake house? He never mentioned anything about a lake house.” “Everyone here has their own personal home. The pack mansion is just a place for those who are on duty calls. You know, it makes it easier to assemble them when the time comes. The lake house is south of this pack mansion. Just keep walking until you see a lake. His house is the fourth.” “Right, thanks.”

I asked, starting to get nervous. "You'll see.." he was still focusing on the road. Then suddenly I saw a lake and there was also a house, with lots of windows. There were yellow lights surrounding the house. The lake sparkles from the reflection of those lights. This place was so beautiful and the house was not really big, but enough for a family to live. Greyson stopped the car in front of the lake house and i got off the car immediately, stunned by the house. "Oh my God." I mumbled to myself. "Is..is this house yours?"

We were heading up into the dark, wooded mountains where the old lake house was. It was a two-hour drive. We didn’t talk much. My mind was racing. What if he was there? What would we do? Finally, Louis turned down a bumpy, overgrown driveway. Trees scraped the sides of the car. We stopped in front of a big, dark shape. The lake house. It was huge and creepy in the moonlight. The windows were broken. It looked dead. Louis turned off the engine. The silence was huge. “Ready?” he asked.

I just drove, like if I slowed down the loan sharks would somehow catch up and drag me out of the car. At last the private road appeared, unmarked except for a single black mailbox with a silver V etched on the side. I turned in. The tires crunched over fresh powder, the pines closing in on both sides like silent guards. The lake house rose out of the darkness ahead of me, three stories of glass and timber glowing gold against the storm. It looked exactly the same and completely different, bigger, colder, lonelier.

And now, I had him in the palm of my hand forever. He thinks he can fight, I thought as the car glided along the roads leading to the lake house. He thinks he can face me. But he doesn’t know that I have already won. That I always win. The journey was long but familiar. The lake house — the damned house that Anneliese had loved so much, that she had chosen over all the others — was the perfect hiding place for Aurora and August. Isolated. Discreet. Far from curious eyes and prying fingers.

Beside her, Dimitri reviewed security feeds on a tablet, his free hand resting possessively on her knee. As the convoy crested the final hill, the lake house emerged—sleek glass and timber nestled against Blackthorn Lake, surrounded by dense pines and invisible layers of security. The moment the vehicles stopped, Lyra bolted out, heart in her throat. “Lyra!” June’s high-pitched cry split the air. The little girl flew down the porch steps, Theo barreling after her with wild energy. Lyra dropped to her knees in the gravel, enveloping them both in a crushing embrace. Their small bodies trembled against hers, smelling of pine soap and safety.