The Woman In Cabin 10 Novels & Stories

“Yes, I see it here, Mr. Smith. Two nights?” “Yep,” I confirmed. She clacked some more. “Two rooms, both suites.” “Yep,” I said again, and leaned against the counter. I was getting good at this. The regular people stuff. I looked around the lobby as the woman finished checking us in. Bina was staring into the gas fireplace in this lobby, just like at the last hotel. I guess she liked fires. “Here you go,” the woman said. “Tenth floor away from the elevators. Just like you asked.”

"You might want to—" I don't hear the rest. The holding cabin is a ten-minute walk from the main house. I make it in six. Leo stands outside the door, arms folded, expression unreadable. He steps aside without a word when he sees me coming. I shove the door open. The cabin is small—one room, bare furnishings, a single window letting in the last of the evening light. Two figures sit on the narrow cot against the wall. Naomi's on her feet before I'm fully through the door.

I knew everyone was worried about me. “It’s just some important work,” I said before ending the call. Soon, I arrived at the cabin range. Standing outside cabin 207, I looked around. The cabins were beautiful, each set at a distance from the others. There were dense trees and lovely flowers, as if someone had stepped into another world. A waterfall nearby filled the air with the sound of rushing water. When I knocked on the door, it opened almost immediately. A woman stood there in a red dress, her hair left open, looking stunning. None other than the reporter, Sherry.

Panic bloomed in my chest. No. This was supposed to be my escape. I clenched my fists. Fine. Let him be here. Let Emma throw her daggers. I’d stay away. I’d avoid every corner he stepped in. A cheerful camp coordinator showed me to my room. Cabin 5. It was a long wooden structure that smelled of pine and damp earth. Inside were four bunk beds and eight girls. The walls were decorated with faded posters of wildlife and motivational quotes. The beds had thin mattresses and patchy blue bedspreads.

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.

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.

She understood that something is wrong. After ten minutes, Theo, Nina and the others are now sitting in their new cabin. This is not as big as the other one, but still it is big enough to accommodate them all. It has three bedrooms, but doesn't have a backyard and a separate pool. But the best part of this cabin is, it's not just a normal cabin. It's a floating cabin which is floating in the middle of the lake. So not everyone can come here. It's the safest place for Nina.

Who the fuck was this woman. "Apologies," I started. I was still bewildered by her calming yet dominating aura. She wasn't scared that a stranger was this close to her. "You're trespassing," I told her, she looked me over and tilted her neck. "No, you are," She said calmly, " I'm staying in that cabin there," "That is my family cabin, this land is ours," I grounded,

- 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.

There are small rectangular windows around the entire perimeter, and the doors are double and open to the sides. There was not too much space inside: only the princess and Beria and Aznar entered the cabin. Kertan and his daughter obviously wanted to join, but Aznar waved his hand at them, gesturing them to wait. Dea was only too happy about it. There was a very comfortable velvet sofa in the booth, but the princess did not even think to sit on it. Instead, she walked to the window, peering out in awe. The doors closed behind them, and the cabin immediately trembled, causing the girl to scream in an undertone. Aznar just chuckled at that.