The Lakehouse Movie Novels & Stories

My tongue felt like lead, entirely glued to the roof of my mouth. Lake let out a sharp, irritated breath. He turned his back to Richard, calmly tucking his cock back into his trousers and pulling the zipper up with a sharp, definitive click. He stepped directly into my personal space, his towering, athletic frame casting a long shadow over me. The camera-ready charm from the red carpet was entirely gone, replaced by a ruthless frost. "Well," Lake whispered, his dark eyes tracking the frantic rise and fall of my chest. "Now you know I wasn't lying. You have your proof."

A soft chuckle suddenly escaped his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing with the sound. Only then did I realize what I'd just said. My cheeks flushed, and I hastily pulled the blanket up to cover half my face. "The Rogues' identities have been confirmed," he said, pulling a chair beside the bed and crossing his legs. "Leah was behind it all. I've already handled her." I stared at him in shock, my hands instinctively clutching the blanket tighter. "What's wrong?" Jack raised an eyebrow, a sly smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Did you really think I was just some reckless playboy with nothing better to do?"

Her flat voice reminded me of the ups and downs my late mother went through before her demise. "This pack is for wolves and not humans. I don't know why you have not been eliminated but it's only a matter of time. We shall get the right Luna in place. Yeah... Very soon and she's just yards away," she continued. My subconscious mind went back to Anastacia... I gazed at her from the corner of my eyes. I gnawed my teeth as anger boiled inside me. For the few minutes we stared at each, l restrained myself from bouncing on her with kicks and blows.

The world of eternal night was now trapped beneath the lake’s calm waters. She lay on her back and felt water lap at her fingers and body as she floated along the surface. It was no surprise to her that it was where she had found herself. Leonidas would have placed her within the Moon Lake to affirm her connection to the Goddess. The re-connection needed to be strong. The lake was a direct mirror to the eternal realm and the purest connection to the Goddess and the powers that she bestowed upon the Conduit. She would soon need to retake her vows to finalise the bond and enable all of her abilities.

I hoped that he would open up to me eventually, though. We arrived at one of the pack's parks. It was smaller than the three others they had, but it also had a lovely lake that reflected the moonlight. In better times, this would have been a wonderful place to come with my significant other. But things were still very far from better times, and I had to keep myself on my toes to see whatever she could be planning.

“Oh, did Lady Luna Malin mention me? It wasn’t just me. I had help.” “Well, I saw the pictures and my daughter looked incredible. Thank you, to you and your friends for being there for my daughter when her family couldn’t be,” Uncle Liam says seriously. “Oh, you’re very welcome, Sir Alpha. Anytime," Holly says, beginning to fan herself. “Now, what’s this about my daughter being a terrible cook?” he asks reaching out to take a cookie. “They look good.” “Oh, well…” she stops, looking worried as we both wait while Uncle Liam takes a bite. It only takes a moment before his lip is curling in disgust. He grabs a napkin and spits it out.

He needed her to know that. But she was not listening and she was not stopping. Jacob watched her jump into the lake and pleaded for her to stop but she carried on regardless. “Jacob, you better get back here now.” Kanes voice came through in the mindlink to Jacob. Jacob shifted back to his wolf form and ran back to the pack house. He was disgusted by what he saw when he arrived back. Cherry and Abigail had both been in a fight but Jacob was soon pulled away from that when Kane dragged him to the side for a quiet word.

The Lake House wasn't a house. It was a concrete bunker dressed in cedar siding, built into a granite hillside so steep that the only access was a single-lane switchback road that seemed to disappear into the mist. The journey was made in a convoy of three black SUVs, with Keila asleep against my side in the middle vehicle, her small backpack at her feet. In the SUV ahead rode Luther and Leo Finch, an armed escort in the front seat. Behind us, Marcus and two other security members followed.

This is going to be a long drive, to my lake house. &&&