Witch Cabin Novels & Stories

She says, as she gets in the vehicle. The guest house wasn’t far from the main house and it only took us a few minutes to drive to it. When I pulled in front of the modest cabin, Willow’s mother scuffed her nose as she got out of my car and said, “I was hoping for something more modern, like the packhouse. What is this, a cabin?” “Yes, it’s a cabin and has all the amenities that you will need to live.” I told her as I opened the front door to let her inside.

Eve asked, confused. Vanessa mentally facepalmed. Perhaps Brian's family was not aware that he had a cabin which was just twenty-eight minutes drive away from the mansion. If Brian didn't tell his family about the cabin, maybe he didn't want them to know about it so who was she to tell his mom that her son owned a cabin. "A cabin house!" She whispered, knowing her answer was probably dumb and she probably looked like a liar in front of Eve. But her mind was blank, she didn't know what else to say.

I needed distance. --- I pulled out my laptop and opened an incognito tab. The cursor blinked as if waiting for me to justify this madness. Remote lake cabins for rent. I hit enter. A hundred options. Most of them looked like horror movie sets. I scrolled until I found something that felt... peaceful. A cabin near a lake in upstate New York. Isolated. Wood-paneled. Surrounded by forest. It looked like the kind of place you go when you want to disappear. Perfect.

He had been to this cabin more than enough times, it was almost a third home for him; second, being Jay’s home. “Oh, fuck, what do you want?” Rachel asked as she swung the door open. His eyes landed on her and he sucked in a breath. She had lost some weight, he finally noticed, and he was going to have to say it was over that asshole. “You need to leave,” he said, walking past her and into the spacious cabin. Okay, cabin was being modest. It was more like a four-bedroom, three bath, indoor hot tub in the back, modern kitchen, house settled in the mountain ranges of Colorado. It did belong to Jay’s parents though, and it was their vacation home. Some people had condos by the beaches; the Morg

She nodded, and a moment later, I walked into the cabin. It was adequately furnished with Adirondack furniture, much more accommodating than the outside of the cabin promised. I quickly opened the windows to air out the cabin as I walked through the small living room to the kitchen, then opened the cupboards. Good. It was well stocked. I kept it that way just in case. Yes, this was my own safe house that even the CIA didn't know about. Zac and his mother should be safe here. At vamp speed, I ran to the back of the cabin where there were two bedrooms across the hall from one another. Quickly, I opened the windows and turned down the clean white sheets in the bedroom on the left, then darted o

After several minutes, the trees thin out, revealing a breathtaking sight. Brooke's cabin isn't just a cabin; it's a sprawling, multi-story lodge built from dark, polished wood and rough-hewn stone. Massive windows gleam with internal lights, reflecting the surrounding forest like a mirror. A wide, covered porch wraps around the front, and a towering stone chimney dominates one side, puffing out a lazy plume of smoke. Expensive-looking skis are propped by the front door, and a sleek snowmobile sits idly on a patch of cleared ground nearby. This is a place built for winter luxury, for escaping the world with ample space and every possible comfort. This is not a humble retreat.

It seems as though they’ve been left in a whole new world all by themselves. “Here we are guys, welcome to the Lakewood Cabin,” Stacie announced, smile fading as she tried to detect an approving look on their faces in the moon lit night.

If she had told anyone that Victoria Van Dyke cooked meals and washed dishes years ago, they would never believe it. The cabin had seven bedrooms and six bathrooms and it sat on ten acres of land. An abundant of pine trees around it gave ultimate privacy. In the spring and summer, the large pond with a fountain would be running. In the fall and winter the water would turn to a sheet of ice that shimmered in the sun. Almost every room in the cabin had a fireplace. There was a jacuzzi outside where the large back deck was. It had been ages since they all had been to the cabin. Caitlin missed those days. Maybe some time in the future they could all come to Aspen as a family again. After all, sh

And now we are here. "I thought it was a camping trip." I mutter in the back. "Nope." Vanessa turns to look at me. "I changed my mind. A little vacation in the cabin is more fun and we'll get a lot of rest and do a lot of fun things together." "Who owns the cabin?" "Me." Vanessa smiles. "My husband bought it for me. I just saw it online and I knew I wanted to have it. So he bought it." "And you deserve it, babe." He plants a kiss on her lips.

Sophie came to a standstill when the cabin came into view. She had not anticipated this at all. It was only... absolutely gorgeous. The massive timber U-shaped cabin had a panoramic porch, which would no doubt overlook the lake she could see just outside the building. The façade of the cabin was made of glazed glass, allowing lots of natural light to enter. It was ideally placed on a rise for her to notice anyone approaching. "I did not expect that. It's... amazing. Wow, simply stunning."