Beach Book Reads Novels & Stories

She left the hotel and walked around the beach. Just like the day before, the beach was crowded and she had to walk further until she found a peaceful place with less people. She laid the beach towel on the sand and sat on it. Perhaps all she needed to concentrate was to be in a place where she had no memory of him. She pulled the book out and started reading again. It seemed to work the trick as she went pages over pages.

The sun was not too hot, it was a cloudy breezy afternoon perfect for swimming and playing at the beach, though Bree intended to read instead of swimming. She was an hour into her book, until her little sunshine yelled for her, "Mommy! come swim!" Hazel called out giggling from the water where Gage had put her on his shoulder, dipping her repeatedly in and out of the sea level as he lowered himself and made his gorgeous chest visibly wet.

Nika replied sharply. Caelan said nothing, but the look he gave Elira was enough. “Fine,” she said. “Break after this run. Happy?” “Only if it’s longer than five minutes.” “Ten, if you’re nice to me.” Caelan smiled. “We’ll time it.” --- 4:41 PM – Portside Shelter, Reading Corner The shelter had set up a small reading nook in one corner—mats, books, a battery-powered lamp. Elira read aloud from a tattered storybook while three kids nestled around her. One fell asleep mid-sentence, head leaning against her side.

It was one of the twins. I stood up and opened the door before I saw Becca holding a book and Ruth carrying Everest. “How can I help you girls?” I asked. Becca raised the book; it was a children’s book ‘All Alien needs is a friend’ by Mitsuki Bethan. I smiled as I took the book and stared down at the girls. “Mummy won’t be doing story time soon.” Ruth explained. “Come in. Just give me a moment to shower and change.” I said as they walked in.

The face of the goddess-like sun is encircled by the subdued naval fingers of the skyline. It awakened my senses in a way I'd never seen or felt before in the sun's drab brightness. The picture appeared to be from a painting, as everything appeared to have come to a complete stop. On the black beach, the waves slowly crash into white foam. In contrast to the sun's beams, the tiny crystals in the sand shimmer and shine magnificently. The wind carries the seagulls. When I turned around, the design of a beach house near them amazed me. On the deck, you may unwind, read a book, and enjoy a bottle of red wine while taking in the ocean.

I slipped my hands into my pants pockets and made sure to eye both Deza and Riley. "I'm going to read a good book on the beach. You?" Deza pulled off her sunglasses and cleaned them on her T-shirt. "I'm not sure. I don't want to be alone. I know that." I glanced toward Riley. "How about you, pretty girl?" "I'm not sure. I think I'll walk the beach and look for seashells. Charlotte collects them, so taking a few back to her would make up for being gone." "Charlotte, as in Jade?" I smirked as she laughed. It was the first real emotion I'd seen from her in days. "Can I come with you?"

He still puckered his lips and furrowed his eyebrows like he used to as a kid when he was focused on what he was doing. I chuckled, making him turn toward me. "Hey, sis. When did you get here? I didn't hear you walk in." he asks, making me roll my eyes as I smile foolishly. I kissed his cheek and sat next to him. "Just now. What are you reading?" I asked, making him clear his throat as he looked at the back of the book and showed me the cover. "Uh, Pound The Stone, by," "Joshua Medclaff," I said, feeling proud. "Good choice," I added, making him chuckle. "So you've read it?"

It curved through the dune grass, past the low scrub that bloomed yellow in July, down to the stretch of beach that was technically public but practically private, accessible only by this path or by a long walk from either direction. The beach was empty. At this hour, on this stretch, it was always empty. The weekend guests wouldn't appear until later — the families with children, the couples with coolers and umbrellas, the groups of friends playing music and throwing frisbees. But at six in the morning, the beach belonged to the birds and the waves and the two of them. Elijah dropped his towel on the sand. He pulled his shirt over his head, kicked off his shoes, waded into the water.

To be honest, Beverly prefers gun-smelling books to romance novels, but since she has already taken all the novels in the series, Beverly will read them. “The Truth About Lord Stoneville, Behind the Mask of Lord Stoneville? Seems interesting. " Beverly said again. He then returned the other five books to the bookshelf. The book he is holding is the first book in the series. In total there were six series, and all six of them caught Beverly's attention. “Dear Maria, I finally found this book in a bookstore near campus. Hope you like it. I'll send the next series after I find it. Greetings, Jackson. "

About the Author Blu Berry loves the beach, the sunrise and the sunset and the sound of the waves crushing on the shore. She was born and bred in the province and that’s why most of the settings in her novels are located at similar places. Except for writing, she also loves reading, watching movies, documentaries or reality shows and simply listening to music.