Beach Book Reads Novels & Stories

“Good.” We wandered the town after that. We drank coffee that tasted like sunshine and sugar. Asher bought an old book from a stall and read a page aloud, his voice soft and ridiculous with foreign place names. We ducked into a bakery and tried the local pastries. The day was nothing like the days I had been expecting. It had texture without sharp edges. At dusk we walked to the beach. The shore was crowded with people who spoke in low, laughing voices. Lanterns glowed. Music sounded from somewhere inland, the kind you heard on postcards and silver-screen films. We sat on the sand until our jeans were damp along the hems.

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—”

*DANICA* There's no way we're doing that today. Not only were they many people on the beach but also because I love this bikini Andro got me. It was sexier than the one that got stolen so I can't let them take this from me as well. My drink sat untouched and my novel completely forgotten. I had found something better to stimulate my imagination. And I wasn't alone, judging by the riveted gazes of several women lounging on the beach.

Then she read it slowly. "The tide comes in. Goes out. Comes in again. Always. We stand on the shore. We watch. We wait. We walk into the water when we must. We return when we can. The sea remembers every name. Every touch. Every promise kept and every promise broken. It carries them all. And still it returns. Every morning. Every evening. Without apology. Without explanation. Simply present. Simply endless. I close this book not because the story ends. But because I have told the part that is mine to tell. The rest belongs to the tide. And to you. Whoever you are. Wherever you stand. Whatever shore you face.

Gemma giggles. “Oh, it’ll survive… barely. But tonight? Definitely unforgettable.” The beach house was warm, the faint scent of salt and sunscreen lingering in the air. I pulled my damp hair back and shook off the last traces of water from the walk over, tugging at my outfit one last time.

That's when the four boys got the nickname the Fab4. I snap out of my memory just as I arrive at the beach and pizza joint. I collect the pizza I preordered. It smells great. I walk down to my favorite spot on the beach, and the sand feels amazing under my feet. I put my blanket down and grabbed my book, Pride and Prejudice. I love this book.

“We could take a few shots of me reading on the beach. I haven’t done that before. Is this one of those books that will make me look smart?” “Yeah, I guess we could. It’s just a romance novel, I don’t know if your followers will think it makes you smart, but it might make you a little more relatable to some people.” “Smart people read, Shelby. You, of all people, should know that. Maybe I will stop getting all those mean comments about being stupid. I can caption it ‘steamy reading on the beach.’” Lauren took her place on the lounge in a very photogenic pose that made her look graceful while still artfully showing off her cleavage. She opened the book and draped it over herself, careful no

I shake my head. “Caliana, my chest hurts. Please don’t fight me on this, we’re in Charles territory now,” “Fine,” I groan. The warm breeze rustled my hair. I’ve been sitting at the beach for hours now reading a book and watching the waves. It’s so beautiful and so relaxing. I’ve sent Dominic some pictures of the ocean and my sand castle that I made. Bane and Anna were sitting with me but she felt nauseous and went back inside leaving Bane behind.

Glancing down at the book on my lap, I said in a shaky voice, "How does the beach sound for you?" "The beach?" He turned his full attention at me, his eyebrows raised. He moves closer to the window where I am sitting at, his stance inquisitive as he crosses his arms over his chest, flexing those biceps that made me want to drool. I cleared my throat and held his gaze instead, avoiding the temptation, bracing myself for the question that will surely come out of his smart mouth. "Why would you like to go to the beach?" "For the same reason as other people have! It's in the middle of the summer now and I haven't even heard the crash of water on the shore. I want to bury myself in the sand, bath

Melinda sighed taking a seat close to Beatrice. Beatrice picked another book from the heaps of books she had cleaned and dropped it on her sister's side of the table. "Read some letters and then decide whether or not to continue with the book. You'll find it interesting." Beatrice said. Melinda nodded as she flipped open the book and began to read and just as her sister had said.. the book was interesting. It was about witches and spells. "Hey." She tapped Beatrice. "Hmm?" "What is this?" Melinda asked.