Beach Book Reads Novels & Stories

I didn’t touch the lobster, not a single bite. That night, Blair stayed late in our room, playing cards with Noah until I had to remind her it was bedtime. “Let’s go surfing tomorrow at my secret beach.” Blair suggested before leaving. “Secret beach? What’s the name?” I asked. “Seluna Beach.” she said, clapping her hands. I grabbed my phone and searched for it. My stomach twisted. “Blair, it says Seluna Beach isn’t recommended for tourists. The tides are unpredictable—”

He responded. Avery and Nicholas were lost. "What's the book all about?" Nicholas asked. "Books hold the world together. The knowledge found in books can't be found in real life. Old books seem to affect the present world. This book here," Devon pointed at the book in Beatrice's hands, "Tells us what would happen if we don't act now. The beast and sea monster would ravage the city - both Blessingstoke and Arbedour. Raging waters caused by the sea monsters and the ground opening and swallowing people up. Deaths of hundreds would occur - Deaths of you and me." Devon said.

We say our goodbyes and I toss my phone onto the couch next to me, looking around the room. It's quiet when Santos has the kids. Almost too quiet. And there's nothing to do. I've deep cleaned the entire apartment from top to bottom. I've done four loads of laundry and put it all away. I even threw dinner in the crockpot already, so my regular chores are done. I tap my fingers on my leg and the Kindle shoved between couch cushions catches my eye. Ooh. I could read for a bit. What is the name of that author I like? The one who writes about all those bearded brothers? Penelope Reads? Penny Reads? Penny Reid! That's it!

Even Elliot had left the beach house that morning. It was a bit strange, but she oddly liked the feeling of having the house to herself. Although the house was quite large and daunting, she had occupied herself all morning with the books Gabriel lent her and Emilia. He gave her at least five. They were all classics, he had mentioned while briefly apologising for them. Lori didn’t mind, she would read them all the same. Even though she was more of the contemporary novel type, she started on one of them and quite enjoyed it.

Chapter 59: The Beach of Regrets *Tony's POV* The beach stretched endlessly in both directions, a ribbon of white sand bordered by the Mediterranean's relentless rhythm. I'd found this isolated stretch of coastline south of Rome after hours of aimless driving, drawn by the promise of solitude and the kind of vast emptiness that matched the hollowness in my chest.

Where is this going? She shielded her eyes to get a better look at the gorgeous pair standing in front of her. The sun battered down on her caramel skin and made the beach so bright it was almost blinding when she stared in certain areas. According to the news, this was the hottest Miami summer of the year. Temperatures had remained in the hundreds. Regardless, she had gathered all eight of her books, slung them in her crappy car, and drove down to South Beach. As anyone would assume the place was packed with women dressed in the tiniest bikinis and men draped in muscle. Still not taking a hint that South Beach wasn’t a great study zone, she propped herself under a rented umbrella with a bla

HALLE KNOX The Blazing Sun Hits My Body as I was laying down on the beach chair outside of the pool relaxing and enjoying my quiet evening by myself. I was reading a book called,Then she was Gone By lisa jewell,I don't usually read stuff like this but Kenna got it for me as a gift a while ago and told me that it was worth reading. so today i decited to start the book and i coundnt put it down since then its so interestig and addictive.

It was almost like a vacation from her current situation. When she felt the sun's heat starting to burn her skin, she decided to leave the beach and return to the cabin she was occupying. She quickly washed her feet before climbing into bed to continue reading the fiction novel she had bought outside the resort. She would go swimming later, when the hot weather subsided. She locked the door and opened the curtains to let the fresh breeze in. She continued reading comfortably until she didn't realize the time. She put the book aside and looked at her cellphone, which she hadn't turned on for a few days.

"I'm going back to the beach. Read for a bit." Before he could argue, I gave him a soft kiss on the lips and pulled away, covering my chest with my arms, heading back to the sand. I grabbed a sarong from the straw beach bag we'd brought and tied it around me before lying down on a towel in the white sand. Picked up the Nicholas Sparks book I'd found in one of the office cabinets and opened it, trying to focus on reading while Rocco stayed in the water.

I looked at his face in the early light — the particular quiet of him asleep, and felt the warmth of the morning and decided that nausea was not going to be the thing I focused on today. I got up carefully and went to make tea. By nine we were on the beach. It was the kind of morning that felt designed — water so clear you could see the bottom twenty feet out, the heat already building but not yet unreasonable, the beach entirely ours in every direction. Caleb had brought the good towels and a bag with water and fruit and a book he hadn't opened in days because every time he picked it up something more interesting happened. "You're not reading," I said. "I'm reading," he said, from where he