The Lake House Novels & Stories

We arrive at the lake house—or more like a mansion. The place practically glows against the night sky, perched at the edge of the water like something out of a movie. It’s the kind of place where the rooms seem to go on forever, where every surface gleams and the furniture looks too expensive to touch. Like most kids at our school, Johnny Castile comes from money. The kind that doesn’t blink at renting out lakefront property just to throw a party.

“Good.” I turned and walked inside before he could say anything else. The lake house was beautiful—vaulted ceilings, wide windows overlooking the still water, a massive stone fireplace that looked like it belonged in a magazine. The house was fully furnished. They had in-house maids, chefs, cleaners, and even a gardener. Tiffany had already made herself comfortable, sprawled on the couch with a glass of wine. “You two took forever,” she muttered, kicking her feet up on the coffee table. “I was starting to think you were sneaking in a quickie outside.”

I think I'll be afraid to run into someone at the party all night, and that's the least I need right now. After several more minutes on the way, we finally reached the blissful lake house. There are lots of people, dozens of cars are parked everywhere, the house is huge, like three stories (it's more like two stories, but it looks like it's three stories from the front) and Victorian style, and there's a giant lake in front of it. I've never been in a place like this before, I don't know how I feel. We get out of the car and the shrill noise of the music gets much louder. It's like I'm carrying a pair of horns over my shoulders with the volume to the top. Does it have to be that high?

“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.”

Year 2017 Lysandra's POV Nestled in a lush valley, surrounded by mountains and towering pine trees, Silverthorne Lake was the perfect escape into nature. Our new two story brick house, inherited from my grandmother, sat on the south shore of the lake. My parents, both writers, saw this as the ideal place to be inspired, away from the chaos of city life. After a tough breakup, my mother assured me that the peaceful wilderness would be a fresh start for all of us.

My mother chatted about the renovations she wanted to make to the foundation, while William gave one word answers and kept his eyes on the road. I sat in the back, my laptop open, ostensibly studying but actually watching the way William’s hands gripped the steering wheel, the knuckles white, the veins standing out in sharp relief. He was wound tight. Tighter than he had been at the office. The lake house was a sprawling, glass-and-timber fortress perched on a cliff overlooking a dark, mirror-like expanse of water. It was secluded, beautiful, and utterly suffocating. "I’m going to go lie down," my mother said as soon as we crossed the threshold. "The drive was

I said, then turned back to my plate to eat. “That’s right…Lunar Lake is on your property. That’s the watering hole for the wolves. You might want to stay clear of that part of the property.” Sherry bought out more fish and placed it in front of us, but I just stared at the basket. “It’s an all-you-can-eat fish fry,” Tyler said as he took two pieces of fish from the basket and placed them on his plate.

Like she was a problem he was still solving. “Want to rest first?” he asked, unlocking the door and pushing it open. “Or are you hungry?” Ava shook her head. “I’m fine.” Her voice didn’t tremble. She was getting better at that. The lake house smelled like cedarwood and quiet promises. Clean white sheets, granite countertops, fireplaces that clicked on with the tap of a button. It was a house built for silence or for keeping secrets. She walked in ahead of him, ran her fingers across the marble kitchen island. He watched her with a guarded softness, like he was waiting for her to break or bite.

The lake house wasn’t a house. It was a fortress disguised as a rustic wooden lodge. Nestled in a remote valley in the Swiss Alps, it was surrounded by dense pines and faced a vast, glassy lake reflecting the snow-capped peaks. The air was bitingly cold and smelled of pine and ice. The only sound was the wind in the trees and the occasional cry of a distant bird. Matteo carried our bags inside. The interior was warm, all dark wood and thick rugs. It was comfortable, but impersonal. A safe house. There was a large living area with a stone fireplace, a kitchen, two bedrooms.

I was a Mooncrest. "We have to go to the Lake House," I said, my voice firm. "My mother's diary writes that it's the only place where we can truly bond. It is a place of power, a sacred place for Omegas." The Alphas exchanged glances. The Lake House, Lira's Rest, was a myth to them, a rumor. "How do you know this?" Ash asked, his voice accusing.