The Lake House Novels & Stories

The lake house was invisible from the road. Marcus had designed it twelve years ago, back when he was still an architect and not the man standing between me and everyone who wanted me destroyed. It sat on a private inlet an hour north of the city, surrounded by dense forest and accessible only by a single gravel drive that wound through the trees like a secret. The structure itself was low and modern, all glass and steel and clean lines, but it was fortified in ways that were not visible to the naked eye. Reinforced windows. Redundant security systems. A generator that could power the entire property for weeks. Marcus had built it for a client who valued priva

Seven fragile, borrowed days where nobody shouted her name through closed doors, where no one watched her with contempt disguised as concern, where silence did not feel like the warning sign before cruelty. The lakeside rental sat at the edge of a quiet stretch of land beyond the city, hidden behind rows of pine and narrow gravel roads barely touched by traffic. It was not luxurious, though after the Rutherford estate, almost anything would have seemed humble in comparison. The house was small and painted white, with dark wooden railings wrapping around the porch and large windows overlooking the water. At night, the lake reflected the moonlight like black glass disturbed only by gentle ripp

Dorathy gestures for me and Drew to go check that the car is waiting outside. Once everything is loaded, we head toward the lake house. I've heard about it plenty of times but never actually been. Drew promised it would be worth the trip, and I'm just glad I finally learned how to swim. The drive there is stunning, tall trees reaching into the sky, patches of wildflowers, creeks catching the sunlight like glass. We pull up to a gate that looks almost identical to the one at home. Cade punches in a code and it swings open. I catch glimpses of the house through the trees and immediately lean over Reid and Drew to get a better look.

He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he looked across the lake. Something about his expression changed. The playful look disappeared. He seemed thoughtful. Almost nervous. I turned toward him. "Julian?" He took a slow breath. "This is where I used to come when I was a kid." I looked at him. "Here?" He nodded. "Whenever things got difficult at home." His voice was quieter now. "My mother's absence. My father's distance." He looked toward the lake again. "I used to sneak away and come here."

JAKE The lake-house gym was too small for four people and a lie. It smelled like rubber mats and old sweat and the cheap citrus spray they used to wipe things down, and every time I breathed in I could still smell last night — pine and lake wind and her, right there in the kitchen, so close I could have leaned in and kissed her before the light ever flipped on. The walls were thin, the windows small, and there wasn’t a corner in here that didn’t feel crowded by everything we weren’t supposed to say.

He also came out and went ahead but stayed nearby. Doug was telling all of them about their rooms. She was sharing her room with Amy. The lake house was beautiful enough to take away their tiredness. It had almost ten bedrooms on the first floor with a master bedroom on the second. Master one was assigned to Ezequiel of course. The house was very spacious and well decorated with a modern loaded kitchen. But the outdoor covered area was quite vast with a wide lakeside porch with wooden chairs and tables. After settling her baggage in the room she took shower and changed into a black polka dot midi dress with red background.

"Don't you have your room? Go lie down there." Lake glances at him for a second, then looks back the book she's holding. "I'm reading. I will go back when I finish this book. And no offense, but I couldn't like the guest room. It was kinda_ horror movies type room." Mahone starts to unbutton his shirt, stepping to his wardrobe. "It's Uncle Kramer's house, so no offense is taken. What are you reading anyway, at night? Sone steamy CEO romance? Or cute girl's exaggerated first kiss?"

A monster drives a young girl insane. To be honest, I could have easily escaped this place in the past, but the thought of abandoning my ailing mother had me frozen. But today, I will take my courage to leave this place and choose my happiness once and for all. Believe it or not, this will be my first attempt to leave this horrible town in my thirty years of existence. The lake house is West Lake's most well-known residence. It's in the middle of the lake; thus, it provides a breathtakingly beautiful view of the entire surrounding area.

"Don't you have your room? Go lie down there." Lake glances at him for a second, then looks back the book she's holding. "I'm reading. I will go back when I finish this book. And no offense, but I couldn't like the guest room. It was kinda_ horror movies type room." Mahone starts to unbutton his shirt, stepping to his wardrobe. "It's Uncle Kramer's house, so no offense is taken. What are you reading anyway, at night? Sone steamy CEO romance? Or cute girl's exaggerated first kiss?"

When she was working off in the farm which was near a lake, she had always watched a lake house in the distance, which was probably owned by some rich people. She had admired it and had felt an urge to own a house like that. She had realised that with time, it has become a dream to own a lake house. She wanted to make enough money to build a lake house in a secular place near a lake, to live her rest of the life gardening and living off peacefully, alone. It has become her one and only dream in life.