Witch Cabin Novels & Stories

she whispered, more to herself than me and my smile turned just that little bit wider at her softly spoken words. And then my cabin came into view. I heard Ivy gasp lightly from beside me and I took that as an indication that she liked what she saw. I used the word cabin loosely. It was more of a small wooden house than anything else. Through the large glass french doors you could see the living room with its black couches, a swing which hung from the ceiling and the in built fire place. The caretakers had hung up golden fairly lights which illuminated the entire place, giving the place an almost ethereal look. I nodded in satisfaction. Ivy was so busy staring at the cabin with its sloped ro

His six-pack stomach and extremely well-proportioned figure are a temptation to ladies as an expensive bicycle to thieves. They travel into the heart of this immaculate forest, and a cabin surfaced. One could visualize a house in a forest as a background to this holy image. Christa’s father always wants a house in the woods, but Dean’s plan to build a forest cabin by the lake was just a pipe dream. "My lady, after you." Evan stops at the door and delegates a pose of welcome. "You haven’t lived till you’ve learned how to yodel at a tea dance in a mountain hut!" Christa steps inside the cabin, muttering to herself. Christa knew almost immediately that someone was inside the house. He was stand

“She thinks I’m on the road with you guys today. I’m going to surprise her with a trip away for the weekend.” “Shit, look at you all romantic and stuff.” Weasel grinned, and folded his arms on the table. “Where are you taking her?” Shadow asked from the side. “Someplace remote where you fuckers will never find us,” Jake said, as Shadow grinned. “Come on, man. I need to catch some tips here,” Shadow said. “I bought a cabin a while back, remote, and in the woods,” Jake said. “That sounds nice, she can scream all she wants,” Weasel said.

“It’s Arella Rogue who booked the cabin. Our guest is a guy named Clyve—” “Okay. I should start cleaning because we still have to go to town for groceries.” The cabin was made of finest woods from the foundation, walls, and floorboards. It was a little bit old that we had to make sure it was not infested by termites. This one had only a small room, kitchenette with small cupboards, and a single Viking stove. A living room with enough space for a wooden rocking chair and an old black leather couch, which was Keene’s father’s favorite. There was a small fireplace with readied piles of wood.

Furthermore, even if Pritam had said who wanted to get married, Nav just wanted to party. He probably played this game of playing weird with other women. Because this idea bothered me? Less than an hour later, an attendant showed me the single cabin on the VIA Rail Canadian. It was quite small, the size of a single bed, plus room for my wheeled suitcase. During the day it had a chair, toilet and sink. At night, the attendant I picked up the chair and pulled out the bunk bed. The shower was at the end of the hall.

An impressive two-story A-frame cabin stood alone at the end of a gravel path. It had been built away from the greenhouse, in the middle of a shady pocket of redwoods, so its steep, triangular roof and the vast open lawn in front of it were covered with a blanket of fallen needles. There was a nice grassy patch with some picnic tables, but the main attraction was the cabin itself. More than half of it looked like it was made of glass, all wide, tinted windows, and open sliding doors.

He spun the wheel, and the car roared away from the marina, kicking up slush and gravel. Not long after, we arrived at the edge of the woods. The cabin was a small, dilapidated structure that had once belonged to Avery’s late uncle. It was hidden behind a thicket of pine trees, facing a gray, mirror-like lake. Avery and I got out, the cold air biting at our skin. I pulled my charcoal wool coat tighter around my body as we sneaked toward the back of the cabin.

"That's the spirit, Liam! Maybe this cabin will become a place for all of us, a place to connect and heal." The journey to Vermont was a scenic one. As they drove through rolling hills and quaint villages, a sense of anticipation grew within Evie. The image of a secluded cabin, a refuge from the outside world, painted a picture of peace and introspection, a stark contrast to the high-powered lives they all led. Finally, after hours of driving, they reached a secluded clearing nestled amidst dense pine trees. A rustic cabin, smoke curling from its chimney, stood before them, a beacon of warmth and refuge.

"Thank you so much." "Believe me, honey, thank you. These cabins sit empty most of the year. We get a few vacationers in the summer, some hunters in the fall, and the occasional fisherman in the spring, but that's about it. You're a lifesaver. Maybe now I can finally convince Josh to splurge on that new dishwasher I've been eyeing in the catalogue." Chuckling at her practicality, I said goodbye and grabbed my suitcase and laptop from the car. It felt good to have a temporary home base.

But still, for their plan to be work, they had to be within 45 minutes of the Walsh estate. Delia had found them a good spot. A cabin in the woods, found on a vacation rental website. It was nothing like the rustic cabins that they had been to when they were camping with Victor, but was instead a modern a-frame house with floor-to-ceiling windows, wifi, and every amenity known to man.