Tyche Cabin Novels & Stories

Carol swallowed, and I knew from the look in her eyes that she wasn’t going to argue with me, so she nodded. “He had a cabin 10 miles south of here,” she said slowly. “It’s in the rogue district. If you follow the road to the fork and then go down the pathway, accessible by car, on the right side of the road. A mile in, you’ll find a gathering of trees that almost look like a wall. Drive around it and you’ll find a cabin hidden in the darkest corner away from the eyes of the road. It’s his hideout.” “He has a hideout in the rogue district?” Lucy asked, raising her brows.

Before Tiffany could process the sheer, breathtaking sincerity of his words, the SUV smoothly turned down a narrow, tree-lined dirt road, the canopy of pines parting to reveal a rustic, stone-and-timber cabin sitting quietly on the edge of a vast, shimmering lake. Julian parked the car and killed the engine, the sudden silence of the wilderness wrapping around them like a physical blanket. "Come on," Julian said, unbuckling his seatbelt and leaning over to pop her door open. "Let's see if you remember how to exist outside a boardroom."

The upstate retreat did not look like a cozy, romantic getaway. It looked like the opening scene of a low-budget slasher film. By the time the midnight-blue sedan crawled up the winding, unpaved driveway, the gray autumn sky had completely given way to an early, aggressive mountain blizzard. Heavy, wet snow clung to the towering pine trees, casting long, skeletal shadows across the property. And in the middle of a dark clearing stood the cabin. It was constructed of dark, weathered log timbers that had turned almost black with age. A steep, jagged A-frame roof loomed overhead like a sharp tooth, and the porch steps groaned under the weight of the howling wind.

While Texas is beautiful, robust and prosperous; the climate is less desirable for someone who wants winter wonderlands, and cooler seasons, like Gracie. The rain pitter patters on the roof of her light blue jeep. She glances at the time; about ten o’clock at night. The farmhouse style porch light appears blurry through the dripping water beads on the windshield. Gracie grabs her umbrella, opens it to prevent getting drenched, carries her suitcase, then calls to Gunner to go in the cabin. The cabin is made of medium brown logs, with a front porch. It is a small one bedroom with living space and a kitchen. The woman will be able to cook as she pleases. There is also a fire pit out front. As G

After entering the small gate behind the Tanaya’s mansion, he was welcomed with a wave of trees and wildlife insects around him. Since the area around the mansion is huge and covered with trees, he wouldn’t have thought that the Tanaya family had a wooden cabin at the back of the mansion. He parked his motorcycle at the back of the cabin. As he entered the wooden cabin, a comfortable sofa was already prepared inside the cabin.

Straight ahead was a huge lake, and a long deck that was lit up by candlelight, at the very end lay a daybed, a roof sat over it. To the right was rich thick forestry and to the left of the drive was a small modern wooden cabin. It had huge glass windows overlooking the water, a deck sat right outside the place on an angle so the tinted windows were just a little less exposed. It almost felt magical, it was certainly beautiful enough to be magical. “Wow drake this is—“ I tell him, clearing my throat where a lump had formed “It’s beautiful. What is it? Where are we?” He presses the button on the little remote and the gates shut, he turns back to me and throws me the remote, on the keychain hu

I say with a wink and walk inside. Troy’s POV Watching Octavia walk through that door I swallow back my gloating and rush to catch up with her, even though I’m so ecstatic I finally beat her in something, my brain is now excited about something else or should I say my dick is. This cabin is massive, I can’t believe my dad had this built for us. It has an open plan kitchen with a small lounge and a large wood fire, a small round table in the corner looking out over the lake to and there is a window seat on the other side near the fire, I walk further in the cabin looking around and sniffing out Octavia.

I would get to be just like everyone else. For the first time in my life. Normal. ** The long drive passed by in a flash. I stretched in my seat as Kemper steered the car through the patrolled entrance to the cabin. Such a small word for the grandiosity of the home at the base of the mountains. With two stories and housing just over ten bedrooms and the same number of bathrooms, the cabin was big enough to accommodate a small community within its walls. Cleared through for entry, I gathered my things and slid my sunglasses over my nose as the car rocked to a gentle stop.

I do not take it off. The new safe house is a cabin at the end of a logging road, surrounded by pines so thick the sky disappears. It is smaller than the last one, older, the wood grey and weathered. A wood stove sits in the corner. The windows are small, high up, too narrow for a person to squeeze through.