The Lakehouse Movie Novels & Stories

He did that in the house he lived in in Florida too, so Liam says. “And this,” Liam said, breaking me out of my thoughts. “This is the main attraction,” he slid open the glass doors behind the kitchen revealing a lake that glistened so gloriously under the light that beamed from the sun that had began to set. “Wow,” I breathed. “This is so beautiful,” I said, walking out of the cabin and towards the water. “I could just stay here all night long”. “Last one in is a rotten egg,” Liam yelled from behind me as he ran toward the water, taking off a piece of clothing as he got closer to the lake.

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.

"Targeted at you?" "I don't know," she said, her voice trembling. "But it didn't feel like an accident." "And you think it was the Drakkons?" Jake asked, his voice grim. Lila's wolf looked up at him, her eyes filled with fear. "I don't know," she repeated. "But I'm afraid it might be." _______________________ "We're in Lake Town to track someone," Jake said, changing the subject, needing to see her reaction. "A hacker named Lawrence. He's been selling intel to the Drakkons."

~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.

“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 just drove, like if I slowed down the loan sharks would somehow catch up and drag me out of the car. At last the private road appeared, unmarked except for a single black mailbox with a silver V etched on the side. I turned in. The tires crunched over fresh powder, the pines closing in on both sides like silent guards. The lake house rose out of the darkness ahead of me, three stories of glass and timber glowing gold against the storm. It looked exactly the same and completely different, bigger, colder, lonelier.

I called to him, trying to stay still on the floor. “Mister Thatcher has the house ready; just follow us down the river, and quickly! They bought out the lake for a few hours and have this labeled as a ‘movie shoot’ for a film.” Beta Daniel pointed ahead, marking our path as his boat sped up by his driver; leading our way.

The lake house welcomed its next set of owners with the same deceptive charm that had fooled so many before them. This time it was the Parkers, a couple in their late twenties with a toddler and big dreams of lake life. Jake worked remotely as a software engineer while his wife Rachel, a teacher, planned to turn the upstairs into a bright playroom. Their daughter Zoe, barely three, ran through the empty rooms with delight, her laughter echoing off the walls in a way that almost felt mocking to me.

"Alpha Jake, I apologize for disturbing you, but I find myself in a dire situation, and I'm in desperate need of your help." Alpha Jake could sense the gravity in Alpha Troy's tone and replied with concern, "Of course, Alpha Troy. Please, tell me what's happened." Alpha Troy wasted no time. "My son, Alpha Andrew, and his mate, Luna Elvie, have been kidnapped by rogue werewolves. We're doing everything we can to locate them, but I fear for their safety. We need all the help we can get."

Southwards is the lake where I can make out the faint outlines of the Waterwolves homes. The Ironwolves and Firewolves have made their homes on the other side of the trainng ground, out of sight. I wonder if their homes look any better than these. It cannot be possible that these sagging homes are part of the proud Wildlands that I remember. Wet, rotten logs have been used to make the fires that fuel the smoke rising from the chimneys. There is no laughter, there are no no convivial drifts of voices that mark these clusters as homes. It is as if everything and everyone is dead. Nightime should be vibrant and active for werewolves. It's our time. And with the moon so close to full! Where is e