The Woman In Cabin 10 Novels & Stories

She was grinning the whole time. “R102,” Cassandra keeps repeating to herself while looking at the cabins one by one. Her smile widened when she finally found her own cabin. She jiggled the keys and slowly opened the door. The room was comfy with its refreshing ambiance suited for traveling. Cassandra sat on the bed and looked around once more. There’s a small painting on the wall, a small cabinet, a table and chair, and a modern minimalist chandelier hanging above. Cassandra heaved a sighed and lay her head on the soft pillow.

Joya added when her ears picked up quick footsteps making their way to the cabin. "Here they come..." A woman in the cabin said with apparent fear, her voice breaking. The heavy wooden door creaked as it swung open, spilling a narrow strip of light into the dim, airless cabin. The man's boots thudded against the deck, the sound unnervingly loud in the cramped space. Inside, the air was thick with the stench of the corpse of a dead woman. The woman had died after weeks of enduring painful suffering. He perceived the stench and then scrunched his face in disgust.

The neighborhood lay in ruins, with rubble and dust drifting in the air. I furrowed my brows, my OCD pushing me to walk away. Just then, a hunched, filthy woman came in my way. She was wrapped in a filthy down jacket, its original color long buried beneath layers of grime. She clutched a handful of empty plastic bottles, her eyes vacant and glassy. “M-Ms. Bray?” She spoke, her voice raspy and scratchy. I stopped in my tracks and looked at her from a distance. It took a while for me to scan her bloated and wrinkly face before I recognized her to be the once arrogant Little Miss Sunshine.

POV: Lena Moretti The cabin had one bed. Not because anyone planned it that way. Because it was a cabin in the woods with one bedroom and one bathroom and a kitchen that was really just a counter with a hotplate. Naomi had secured whatever was available on short notice and available meant small and simple and equipped for one person, not two.

Siora grumbled, holding her shoulder as she got to her feet. “I don’t get many visitors,” the woman replied flatly, jumping down. “So what’s the point?” We pushed ourselves upright, brushing off dust. The space around us was not what I expected. It was a wide, subterranean cabin carved from stone and wood. A single room divided naturally into sections: a narrow bed tucked into one corner, a compact kitchen with old pans and spices hanging overhead, and a low-seated living space with mismatched cushions and blankets spread on the floor.

Max replied. "Well?" the other woman called out, "Are you going to invite him in?" "What do you say?" Jo asked, "fancy coming inside and having a look around?" "Sure," Max shrugged. It was already starting to feel a bit less weird, anyway. Jo led him inside. As she turned, he got a glimpse of how her shorts clung tightly to her incredible, round ass. He looked around as they entered the cabin, dragging his eyes away from her ass. The cabin was small and cozy. The furniture looked old but comfortable. There were a couple of armchairs in the main room and a large sofa. There were a couple of doors that he assumed led off to bedrooms. The fire was burning against one wall.

Kiran finished breakfast alone with a clueless look on his face. However, his heart was full of doubt and confusion. Meanwhile, Serena was on her way to the airport. There were only five people in the first-class cabin on the plane to Bayville. They had reserved the entire cabin for themselves. Sitting in the main seat in the center was a woman. She was around twenty-six or seven years old, with skin as white as snow, long flowing hair, beautiful almond eyes, and a cold, haughty look on her oval face. She was dressed in a black gauze dress, its color complemented by the glimpses of her skin underneath.

She asks, looking around. "I'm guessing this is the cabin office for guests to rent a cabin," I tell her. I cut the engine off, and we both sit there exhausted and staring. Finally, I got out and began jogging again to the front door. An older lady came to the door wearing a housecoat, pin curlers in her hair, and a warm, welcoming smile on her plump face. "Hi, my name is Dexter Lee. My lady friend and I were hoping to rent two cabins."

- TITANIA- The day was bright and warm when an unidentified woman with blonde hair entered the cabin like a queen bitch wearing a body-hugging dress and a pair of designer high heels sandals that could dig a hole with each step. She arched her brows to practically the top of her skull when she saw me, instantly raising the humidity. Her eyes swept every inch of my body as she evaluated me, likely in an effort to scare me. She clearly didn't like me, so I was forced to spend the entire noontime outside sitting on a bench beneath a tree and glancing over at the jerk and his guest who was sitting on the couch in the living room.