The Lake House Novels & Stories

“It’s business. You leave now.” Aria stood up. Her legs felt weak. She didn't say goodbye. She walked to the elevator, her back straight, refusing to cry. She was the invisible sister. Invisible people didn’t make scenes. They just disappeared. The Lake House was a rotting corpse of a building. It sat on the edge of a black, still lake, surrounded by encroaching pines that blocked out the sky. The air smelled of mold and damp earth. Inside, it was a maze of dust sheets and shadows.

I chuckled and pulled up my laughing mate. “Ok. So the names are really weird and I am guessing that rooms will be crazier, right ?” Kai said. “Not crazier than the fact that a part of the cottage touches the bottom of the lake and you can see everything inside the lake,” I simply said. “What ?! That’s crazy ! How come the place is not flooded ?” he asked in astonishment. “Because my dear mate, the house has been separated from the lake by dragon glass and no power of God can break that thing,” I explained.

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.

I would want someone better for him. Hunter was still on his spot on the opposite end of the deck, playing his guitar, oblivious of our existence. While Chaise was telling a story to the group, I turned around and admired the view before me. I was reminded of the lake I shared with Hunter. If we were still together, this place would have been a dream for me. It was absolutely beautiful. This little lake house was almost a mile away from the main house. It seemed isolated, like it was in a world of its own. Like if a couple owned the house and preferred to spend time in isolation and privacy, this cabin would be perfect for them to leave the rest of the world behind.

She smiled wide, taking in the nearby scent. Lake walked up to Larissa, embracing his woman from the side, "Did you like it?" "This is more than I imagined," said Larissa. Lake breathed a sigh of relief and then smiled, "This is my dream home since childhood. Every time I went out with my mother, I would look at this house and swear I would have it the next day. After spending a lot of money, I finally got to buy all this." "You must be working really hard on this," Larissa guessed.

~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.

Ashton's lake house looked pretty expensive and it was huge. Spread over four acres and with wonderful water views, the estate had a lake house, a large pool, and a terrace with outdoor dining space. There are seven bedrooms, a cinema, and a games room and the property is only accessible through the lake. The house was simply luxurious with huge glass doors and walls.

He turned it on and drove us to a lake house that was at the center of the lake. I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face when Liam took my hand and led me inside the cozy lake house. It was just the two of us… no distractions, no noise, no one else, just us. It was the kind of privacy we both needed at that point. I loved the atmosphere of the place already. “Watch your steps before you fall into the lake. There are crocodiles waiting,” Liam cautioned. “What?!” I screamed as I ran away from the side of the lake house and towards him. The last thing I needed was to get eaten by a crocodile.

he asks, as if reading my thoughts. “The good and the bad,” I confess. “But what matters is — I'm here to make new ones.” Ric smirks at my words, guiding me up the wooden steps to the entrance. From here, the lake house stands majestic and subtle, a secluded haven in the middle of the forest. It’s the kind of place that only someone with money — serious money, like my father — would own, with its rustic charm concealing the latest amenities. The dark, polished wood and large glass windows merge with the towering pines surrounding it, almost camouflaging it within the forest.

As we rounded the final bend, the cottage came into view, and I gasped. "Cottage" was a laughably modest term for what was actually a miniature castle crafted from gleaming stone. The two-story structure boasted turret-like features at each corner, expansive windows that captured the stunning lake view, and a wraparound balcony on the second floor. The grounds were meticulously landscaped, with an infinity pool that seemed to merge with the lake beyond, a modern fire pit surrounded by comfortable seating, and stone pathways winding through gardens illuminated by hidden lights. Lanterns hung from decorative iron posts, casting the entire property in a warm, inviting glow. "Oh wow...It's beaut