Tyche Cabin Novels & Stories

“Isn’t it gorgeous? I’ll be there in three days, Nicole. Only. Three. Days.” She paged to the photo that showed the inside of the cabin, which featured an expansive fireplace and high ceilings made entirely of gorgeous oak. Thea had wanted to stay at one of the Mighty Pine cabins for over two years now. She’d finally been able to reserve one of the cabins a month ago, and she would be staying up in the Cascades all by her lonesome for two weeks. Nicole sighed. “Honey, we need to get you a date if you’re drooling over pine trees for the thousandth time this week. What’s so great about this place, anyway? It’s not like Washington doesn’t have trees all over the place.”

She said, jokingly, but Gabe nodded his head in a serious way and said yes. Raising her brows in surprise, she smirked and shook her head. She should have expected at least that. Well, that was good. There wouldn’t be any trespassers roaming about or interrupting their God knows how long date. “That’s interesting.” She said as they came up the road and she saw a cabin at the very end. It wasn’t the kind of cabin she was expecting at all, but again, she should have expected something like this. When he had mentioned them coming to a cabin, she had thought about those small little cabins she usually saw in a movie, and had not expected something of this magnitude. It was a big, two-story build

He took her hand and laced their fingers together while they both caught their breath. “Why do you have a cabin out here in the middle of nowhere?” she asked softly, running her hand over his chest, unable to stop touching him. “I don’t,” Terrence admitted. “It’s Gabe’s. He uses it when he goes fishing. I asked him to let me borrow it for a while.” “It’s pretty fancy for a fishing cabin.” Christine looked around at the soft rugs, the polished wood floors, and the comfortable bed they were lying on. “How far are we from the main highway?”

He grabbed two duffle bags in the back and led me up to the cabin. We traveled up the verandah. Ryder dropped the bags and fished for the key in his pocket. I released my pheromones, cocooning everything around us. To a passerby, the cabin looked like a cozy get away spot for some rich asshole. The inside was furnished with the best pieces of furniture. Marble tiles. Wooden walls. Expensive curtains. If robbers stumbled on this place, they would think Christmas came early.

Ryan says and after giving me a peck on lips leaves with our bag and goes inside the cabin after opening it with key and code. The front yard of the cabin has a small fireplace with two wooden laid back chairs and a small table. The road to cabin is also solid and gate has good security. In the garage there are three cars including the one we came with, a bike and three cycles. The front porch us simple but gives rustic look to the cabin because of it's wooden and iron structure. I get inside the cabin and see it has modern plus rustic look to it. A small den leads to another door which has big living room with attached kitchen and dinning table.

"That's definitely a 'fuck you' to his pack, that's for sure." Tyce switched his car into drive, and we followed the red Porsche on some of the few paved roads toward the shore. Alpha Vic's pack had a beautiful piece of property right on the water. It was probably nice here during the summer months. I could imagine spending the warmer, sunny days sunbathing out here, especially to get away from the chaotic packhouse.

The cabin sat deep in the woods, far from the den and deeper still than the patrol routes. It wasn’t large just a single room, a fireplace, a bed carved by hand. Ryker never mentioned it before. Trixie didn’t ask why. Maybe she didn’t need to. He led her there in silence, their hands clasped, the moon high and swollen with promise. Shadows tangled in the trees. The air was thick with the scent of pine and something older earth, memory, want.

It became a safehouse for whistleblowers and witnesses of dangerous crimes. "You will be safe here." Jericho told Tasha as he opens the door. Inside is a warm and cozy interior. There's a fireplace, a mini-kitchen, television, a king-sized bed, and a four-seater sofa. A refrigerator also stands in the corner near the dining table. Tasha felt safe. It was not a hiking season in Massachusetts, so there will only be few hikers who would possibly pass by the cabin. "Thanks for your help, Jericho," Tasha said sincerely as she places a sleeping Tommy in the bed. "I don't know what I would have done without you."

some dadsmage behind. And despite his son’s frequent mutterings about how much he hated cars, Toby was fond of his truck. Brian settled into a steady lope, something that he could maintain all dadsy. It had been a long time since he’d run in these mountains. They had never been a favorite hunting ground, though he couldn’t put a finger on why not. Toby maintained that the Cabinets didn’t welcome intruders, and he supposed that was as good an explanation as any. Following Toby’s intended route backward seemed to be the best manner to begin. Their whole loop wasn’t more than thirty miles, and he could run the whole thing and be back to the cars just after nightfall. EXCEPT for the small porch

Katy We drove for another ten minutes, the city lights fading behind us as we headed into a more secluded area. Finally, Lucian pulled off the main road onto a private drive that wound through thick trees. "Where are we?" I asked, looking around. "Somewhere no one will interrupt us," he said, parking in front of a small, elegant cabin nestled among the trees. It was beautiful—modern but rustic, with large windows that reflected the moonlight and a wrap around porch.