The Lake House Novels & Stories

Three days after Mia came home, Luca asked for the lake house. It was the first place we bought after our courthouse wedding, back when the Moretti name still felt like a family instead of a fortress. No guards, no cameras, just wide windows facing Lake Michigan and cheap shelves we built ourselves on the living-room floor. Luca had once burned his hand making coffee there and laughed until I kissed it better. "Vivienne is afraid of the main house now," he said over breakfast. "The guards, the patrol cars, the noise. It all takes her back to that night. Nico needs somewhere quieter too. The lake house would be better for them."

The red was still in her eyes, reflected in the dark window across from her. *** Jake waited until the hallway went quiet. No TV. No footsteps. Just Aunty Marisol’s soft snoring behind her bedroom door. He slipped inside. The room smelled like lavender and old paper. Her laptop was on the nightstand, lid closed. He took her laptop to his room. Didn’t turn on the lights. Just shut his door, sat on the bed, and flipped it open. The screen glare hit his face hard in the dark. He went straight to the browser and searched for `Vampire`.

My father's terrible taste in road trip music. None of it worked particularly well. By the time we pulled up the long gravel drive to the lake house, I felt like I'd run a marathon just from sitting still. --- **LILY'S POV** The lake house was beautiful — all exposed wood and wide windows facing the water, the kind of place that looked like it belonged in a magazine — and I might have appreciated it more if I hadn't immediately clocked the problem the second we walked inside. "So," Richard said, setting down the bags with the pleased expression of a man who'd forgotten to mention something important. "Funny story. Turns out the

The next morning, they went out to find a realtor and look for a house. To their disappointment, they didn’t find anything that would suit them. After a few weeks of house hunting, they finally found a house on the beach near Deer Creek Beach. Which was also in the state park. It was perfect for them, although they couldn’t move in right away, they had to wait for the current owners to move out.

Can't wait to see your face if I throw the house key on your lap," He was thinking in annoyance. He drove towards the suburban area and about twenty minutes later, he entered a private area by going through a large electric gate. There was a big pavement road lead inside of the area and there was a lot of tall trees covering the pavement road from sunlight. He drove more further inside and at the end of the road, there was a big house made from glass and woods. The back of the house was built on a lake and the front part was built on the land. There was also a small guest house on the right side of the big house. Niel stopped his car. He was silent for a moment. He looked at Haylee who was s

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.”

Beth clarified. Ed and Ron fist bummed. “It was The Conjuring” Anna whispered. “We’ll watch the second part tonight” Andy told me and the boy’s yay ‘ed while the girls made a face. “What’s the big deal? It’s not like this house is haunted, am I right Duke?” I smiled, slyly. “I don’t know Lilly. It could be. It hasn’t been used in ages,” he exaggerated playing along. Right! I forgot to mention. This lake house was owned by the Hunts. Basically, this lake house was built a long time ago by the Hunts family and it has been used for generations although it was renovated again two years back.

"You're paranoid." "I'm careful." He glanced out the window. "We're almost there." The car turned onto a private road, winding through dense forest. Moonlight filtered through the trees, casting eerie shadows. After several minutes, they emerged into a clearing. The lake house wasn't what Lyra expected. No ostentatious mansion, just a modern structure of wood and glass that blended with its surroundings. Lights glowed warmly from within. "You have staff here too?" she asked as the car stopped.

“He was very specific about the property not having road access.” “Are you sure about that?” the agent asked, his tone edged with doubt. “Please don’t question me,” Roland snapped. I leaned back in my seat and let him carry on. He was good at channeling my will, and I trusted him to handle this. “There’s one at the south end of the city,” the agent said after a pause. “Accessible only through the sea. It’s practically an island. Surrounded by water and thick woods at the back. The property is a five-bedroom lake house. Might need a bit of renovation. I must warn you, though, the area has a reputation. You’re likely to encounter wolves out there. High fences cover the back, but it’s dangerous

“Not long enough to save myself.” I smiled. Lydia groaned. “Okay, stop.” Evelyn laughed. The lake house appeared nearly an hour later. Not a house. A mansion. Stone. Glass. Trees. Private lake. I stared. “Nicholas.” “Yes?” “This is not a house.” “Yes, it is.” “This is a resort.” “Small resort.” I slapped his arm. He laughed. Security recognized him. Gates opened. Inside— Quiet. No Circle. No blood. No gunshots.