Cottagelife Stories

A story about a boy who found himself knowing too much about something he was not supposed to. His theories and suspicion come off as lies to other people in village. Little did he know what kind of danger he put himself into..

Burned out, overwhelmed, and betrayed by her own body, high school teacher Renee is barely surviving. But just as the entitlement, harassment, and school politics reach a boiling point, a teachers' strike looming, she's roped into house-sitting a remote cottage for an uncle she barely knows. The quiet foothills promise a chance to breathe...and maybe to live. A steady-hearted realtor, a truth-seeking photographer, and a mothering beekeeper challenge Renee to finally fight for herself. But can she escape the rot that smothers her, or will it finally overwhelm her-even here?

"𝘈 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵" ︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶ Evangeline is sweet girl raised by her adoptive parents on the farm. She'd do anything for the people she loves. Niko is the son of a ceo and born in the famous Balakirev family.His cold behavior tends to intimidate other people. He cherishes his diamond jade. 𝘈 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 (my apologies for the low quality cover wattpad made it worse 😭) ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 @ambqrii

In every summer of twenty eight, Yashelbia Sun Rey spends her vacation with her grandmother in Rosewood Town. They would wake up early in the morning and do chores, adventures, and outdoor activities together. Her whole childhood was built on the small town in the countryside. But when she turned thirteen, opportunities took her away from the life she used to create with her grandmother. Only handwritten letters were the communication they had with each other. Yashelbia sends letters every month while her grandmother, sends just on every March 28. What's with the consistent date? Time had passed and dreams are about to reach, Yashelbia received a letter from her grandmother. Not like the other letters she had received before, this one is different this time. Love letters from her grandmother keeps getting delivered in her apartment. What's more confusing is that they are written in the past, addressed to someone named Smith. But what Yashelbia clearly know is that her grandfather's name was not Smith.

I opened my eyes, ears ringing and head throbbing, desperately looking around to see what had just happened. Moments ago I was walking home from school when I turned a corner and suddenly someone grabbed me and covered my mouth with a rag. The last I remember is squirming trying to breath, but the rag had something in it that made me pass out. I felt the ground rumbling and suddenly it jerked to the side and I flew for a moment before slamming into a hard metal wall. All the pain I felt before this was nothing compared to right now, my back feeling as the whole thing purple with bruses. I lay there for a while slowing recovering my vision and hearing. After what seemed like an internaty, I could see feel and hear. I was in a trailer, moving fairly fast, my wrists, ankles, and mouth had been tied very tightly, as tho the rope was burning through my skin. The trailer had a bunk bed, a small kitchen area with a small table bolted to the floor. I had been thrown in here all tied up thrashing around like a ball in a football game. Everytime the trailer harshly turned or stopped, I would bang into the hard furniture corners. After a long time of rolling around, hitting the same metal table legs, smashing against the corner of the cabinet and bed legs, the trailer came to a fierce halt. The engine switched off and I heard a car door open and slam shut. My heart beated fastly and sweat dripping down my face, 'Was he coming to get me?' I panicked thinking my life is over. The door to the trailer swooshed open with a quick creak. My body froze in fear, my eyes shut closed and my body in a paralyzed like state. The footsteps of heavy shoes came closer and closer till they stopped directly above me.