Beach Book Reads Novels & Stories

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.

We never longed for the horizon- but I did wonder what was out there. The feeling of longing twisted in my stomach, I pushed it away and returned to my book and the remaining hours I had before work. The sun beat down as I stared out across the long pier, breathing in the sweet salty air. I balled up my cardigan at my lower back, using it as a pillow as I sat back against a pillar at the base of the pier, pulling out my book and enjoying the summer morning. I let the peace wash over me in every crashing wave, breathing deeply as the words on the page lulled me to contentment. I easily lost track of time, the melodic beat of the poetry matching the crashing of the waves. I was stirred out of

Those happy times…. They were sitting on the beach they had visited on their past vacation, in the bare sand. Facing the waves under the orange sky that is ready to bring the sun into the pool. “There is no such thing as happy forever,” Brandon muttered with a gentle smile, glancing at the love novel Diana was reading. Diana looked up from the novel. The light grew dim, making letter by letter more and more shaded. She gave up and closed the novel. “Why?”