Tyche Cabin Novels & Stories

"Yes, sir. I’m Tyler Valentine, and this is my brother, Ryder. We're sorry to drop in on you like this with such short notice. I nodded in greeting, doing my best to keep my impatience in check. The Alpha, Jack Naiche, shook Tyler’s hand, then mine. His grip was firm, his dark eyes sharp as he looked us over, assessing. "Come on inside," he said, gesturing toward the door with a nod. "Something tells me we’ve got a lot to talk about, and not much time to do it in." We followed Alpha Jack into the cabin. The interior was warm and welcoming, with a woody scent that lingered in the air. The walls were adorned with hand-carved masks and paintings that told stories of the Medicine Bow Pack’s long

Reese tells me and I get excited. “Come on let’s look inside.” He says as he opens the back door, and we walk into the cabin to an open floorplan. The kitchen is small but the living area is larger with a leather sectional, fireplace, and a flat screen tv. A little hall was off to the left and I walked back the hall to a decent size bedroom with a king size bed and then off the bedroom was a beautiful bathroom with one of those old time clawfoot bathtubs and a walk in shower with two heads. The cabin was perfect and a big smile formed on my face as I turned to look at Reese.

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.

She snapped but the car suddenly pulled over. “We are here.” Tyler responded with a smile and came out of the car. Rebecca glanced at the environment and frowned as it was not Alex apartment as she suspected. She wanted to ask where he had brought her to but he had already gotten out of the vehicle. She reluctantly opened the door and got out of the car. There was a small cabin Infront and the environment was surrounded with some herb like plants. The place was a secluded area and had no other houses around which terrified Rebecca a bit.

“The eyes?” “The soul.” Jarek pinched the bridge of his nose. “Please don’t tell people that.” Number four lost spectacularly. Marcus blamed the jockey. We spent the rest of the races teasing him mercilessly. By the time the sun started dipping lower, we climbed back into the truck and headed farther into the mountains. And then I saw the cabin. “Oh…” The word escaped before I could stop it. Nestled among towering pines, the cabin overlooked a lake that reflected the evening sky like glass. A wraparound porch faced the mountains, and smoke curled lazily from a stone chimney.