Romans & histoires The Woman In Cabin 10

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.

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.

I briefly wonder how he was managing to get his hands on so much wolfsbane, there had been nothing at the house. The cabin comes into view and I can see Damon stood outside with a woman, a woman I had never seen before, she was ginger and curvier than the average woman. Whatever she had done, she looked pleased with herself, it took me a moment to notice the gun propped up against the chair that sat outside the cabin, they had either shot or darted Charlie and Max.

Lane stopped in front of a small wooden cabin at the edge of the trees. Lane knocked once. When there was no response, he called out, “Leslie, you have visitors.” After a moment, a woman’s voice responded, “Come on in.” Lane pushed the door open, and we entered. The cabin was filled with shelves of jars and bundles of dried plants hanging from the rafters. A young woman with long, wild red hair sat at a table covered in books. “Healer Leslie, you have visitors,” Lane repeated. “I heard you the first time,” Leslie stated as she placed her pen in the book to keep her place. She looked up at us, annoyed by our presence. “Alpha Lane, who are they?”

I nod happy to see the crew is half men and half women. I nod an appreciative thank you towards them all. Rowan takes my hand leading me towards the main part of the cabin. There are six seats on the right and the seats on the left have couch seating and a set of four chairs that face each other over a table. “Wow, this is beautiful.” I whisper. “Wait ‘til you see the bed in the back.” He whispers against my ear. “I can’t wait to fuck you at forty-five thousand feet.”