Beach Book Reads Novels & Stories

That was my form of encouragement. “My momma read a book to me once,” her voice squeaked. “It talked about beaches. Have you ever been to a beach?” I smiled. “Yes, I have actually. I find them very peaceful.” “What did you do there? In my books they build sand castles and found sea shells.” Her mind was curious. I realized that this may be what it’s like for a lot of the people here, being closed in, left with books about a place that you may never see.

Maybe we had moved from that stage of hatred. I just couldn't wait to be lost in the city, and I could read as many books I wanted on the sandy beach, it was the perfect vacation for a book lover. I could just imagine reading on the deck that overlooked the ocean, or settling down in a small cafe near the heart of the city.

The stairs are to her right and she climbs them, leading to a small walkway that circles the room. Dragging her hand beside, she brushes the tips of her fingers against the paper-covered books. Each book on the shelf is wrapped in a thin, tan type of paper with the title and author written on the side. Bella reads the binding covers until she finds a book that stops her in her tracks. The book that just so happened to have been her mother's favorite book in the whole wide world. The Old Man And The Sea by Ernest Hemingway. Bella lifts the book, flipping open the cover. She flips to the first page and reads the first paragraph. The second paragraph had always been her favorite part of the boo

When I looked later, she was down on the dock again with her beach bag, hat, and towel. The black bikini covered even less of her ass than the one yesterday, the cups barely would have covered her nipples. I threw a towel over my shoulder and headed down the path to the lake. It was early enough that a few fishermen were nearby in boats but doing more ogling than fishing. Cara bent over to spread her towel giving them a boner-hardening view of her ass, then turned, and leaned over to get her book out of the beach bag while letting her tits swing free and threaten to come out of the tiny triangles.

Mia suggested, looking at me with a much less cold look. "Oh, yeah, I love to read. What do you recommend?" I asked, leaning in to accept whatever book she gives me. "Well… Have you ever heard of Shuffle? It's written by that Howard guy, and I'd say it's a pretty well constructed read." She said, handing out a decently sized novel. I took it with stride and opened it up. "Never heard of it, but I'll trust your word on it." I answered, giving her a small smile. Even if it was for a moment, she gave one back, before moving back down to her own book.

CHAPTER 46 THE LITTLE GIRL NAMED CALLIE A M E R I C A A lot of people say that the beach is therapeutic and I always agree to it. Watching the calming sea at dawn from the window of my art room heals me in a different way. The way the waters dance with the waves and how the sea makes the crashing sound as soon as it reaches the shore are profoundly miraculous when it comes to finding calmness and peace with your bothering thoughts.

As my friends continued to enjoy the beach, I found myself lying under a shed with Shraf. The sun beat down on us, but the shade provided a welcome respite from the heat. I clutched my book tightly, trying to lose myself in the pages, but my mind kept wandering back to Shraf. He lounged beside me, his eyes fixed on me as I read. I could feel his gaze on me, and it made my skin prickle with awareness. Mark called out to us from a distance, offering to apply sunscreen to anyone who needed it. Sarah eagerly accepted, and Mark made his way over to her. After he was done he called, "Do anyone else need me to apply sunscreen on them?!"

After she'd taken her bath and was done with her morning routine, Phoebe laid down on her bed with a new novel she wanted to read. She read the synopsis and as the book promised an adventurous journey, she delved right in, inhaling the delicious scent of the new book.

A familiar book for the ride back. Jeffrey leaned closer. “What are you reading?” I didn’t look up. “Philip’s Room by Raven Black.” He looked stunned. “No fucking way! For real?”

and Darin was right. ******************* We got some breakfast at O'Hare and the flight was smooth. We immediately hit the beach after unpacking. We had a couple beers and talked about what our plans were...a lot of eating, drinking, reading and relaxing...not whole lot of activity. I tipped-up a bottle and drained my second beer, looking over at Megan...god damn she was hot. I think the swimsuit she modeled, at home, looks even better on the beach. She was reading articles for a paper she was working on, and I said, "Let's take another walk on the beach."