Beach Book Reads Novels & Stories

Aiden's POV The beach house was perfect, even perfect now that I was all by myself with just the sea and sand being my companions. Right now I craving nothing but the crash of waves and the salt in the air. No school work, no people trying to use me for my abilities. Just me, a stack of books I’d discovered last time I was here and I'd been meaning to read, and the endless stretch of sand outside the sliding glass bedroom windows. I’d done exactly what I wanted: slept late, swam until my muscles burned, cooked simple meals, and let the sun bake the tension out of my shoulders. Solitude had never felt so good.

“I agree wholeheartedly, Your Grace.” * * * * Lindsay stood next to Barry in front of a clergyman as he read out of the Book of Common Prayer. Her grandmother had told her she’d be nervous today, but Lindsay wasn’t. Excitement ran through her veins, and she couldn’t stop smiling. Love blossomed inside of her, and each new day with Barry would only be an adventure, she was certain.

“You know what? You’re the most hardworking person I know. I can’t believe you’re spending the whole summer break just… working. Don’t you even have a plan to go on a vacation? Catch some rays? Hiking? Sightseeing? Beach?” Beach. A sudden memory tickles at the back of my mind. The scent of salty air, the feel of grainy white sands against my skin… and the crystal blue water that greets my eyes every morning. Yeah, I used to live on a beach, alright. And I’ve had enough fill of that to last a lifetime. Now, I’m not excited to go back. “Nah. I’m good. Working at the café is an exciting getaway too.” I take a deep breath and slide the bookmark onto the page before tucking the book back into my

June 5th, 1990 An old man walked by wearing a Speedo swimsuit that left nothing to the imagination. You've got guts, dude, I thought, and then snickered in my head. Yup. You’ve got guts- and that's the problem! The man continued to strut up the beach, but my eyes didn't follow him. I was pretending to read a book, laying on my stomach facing the ocean, but really I was just people watching. I had read the same paragraph four times and hadn't turned the page yet. The tourists were just too interesting.

And now, it’s too late to change that. As I walk, I notice someone sitting alone on a beach chair, a woman with dark hair, reading a book. She looks up as I pass, and our eyes meet for a brief moment. There’s something familiar about her, but I can’t quite place it. I give her a nod, and she smiles slightly before returning to her book. It’s a small interaction, but it sticks with me as I continue walking. I make my way to the edge of the water, the waves lapping at my feet. I stand there for a while, just staring out at the horizon, trying to figure out what the hell I’m doing.

She reaches for the book on penguins. "These are so cute," she beams and starts flipping through the pages. "I am going to read this one first," she sets it aside and takes one on sharks. "Oh, this one I know. That's a shark. Beta Gwen locked me in the movie room once and the movie where the giant shark eats a bunch of people on the beach was playing. I am reading this one next,"

I tucked one behind my ear, feeling very pretty. I went down to the beach, not terribly interested in finding a place to read just yet. Setting the book down on a safe patch of sand, I waded into the crystal clear ocean. The water was too warm and wonderful not to at least dip my toes in at every chance. I kicked lightly at the waves, looking down the shore. A few hundred yards away was a set of cabana houses. Jack and Emma were in one of them, the two of them staying in the same cabana where they had fallen in love.

She had a book that she had hoped to read while on break and that sealed the deal. The part of the beach associated with the resort was relatively small. There was a decent crowd there so people were situated closer to each other than we were expecting. Since it was early, we had no trouble finding a couple of chairs though. People were just starting to fill in the spaces.

the chapter contains sexual content Jason POV [ a few weeks later...] • Malibu, California I glanced at the tattered book cover of my favorite novel and tossed it into Violet's beach bag with a towel, a bottle of water and my SPF 50 for my tanned skin. It was a hundred degrees—about right for this beautiful place, and I was enjoying this vacation with Violet. The sun was dimming to sunset, the water was flowing in rapids to the shore voluminously as the birds chirped in a song through the sky.

I tucked one behind my ear, feeling very pretty. I went down to the beach, not terribly interested in finding a place to read just yet. Setting the book down on a safe patch of sand, I waded into the crystal clear ocean. The water was too warm and wonderful not to at least dip my toes in at every chance. I kicked lightly at the waves, looking down the shore. A few hundred yards away was a set of cabana houses. Jack and Emma were in one of them, the two of them staying in the same cabana where they had fallen in love.