Beach Book Reads Novels & Stories

Right, I will just read a book for an hour before I head off towards the Beach. I grab a Book from the shelf and stick my head into it as I try make it comfortable on Noel’s bed. Doesn’t take me long to get into the whole story about a Girl who lost her Family to find the love of her life but he is in a gang and they aren’t allowed to be seen together… will you look at that.

On that memorable day, we got to the beach around 10 am and soon after, my friends, their girlfriends, and my girlfriend and I were having a good time at the beach eating, drinking, laughing, and dancing. At a time, all of us entered the water and were just playing inside it. My friends and their girlfriends and my girlfriend were good swimmers so they swam further into the water but I stayed at the edge of the water because I wasn't a good swimmer and was scared of the water. I was watching my friends and girlfriends playing and laughing in the water as the waves of the water were continuously swashing and rippling over my feet. Suddenly, I turned my head and saw a young girl in a red bikin

Just something entertaining. "Oh how fun. Light reading. I love a good beach read." She says it kindly but there's something in her tone that makes me feel like I should be reading something more serious. More literary. "I'm reading a biography of Churchill at the moment. Absolutely fascinating but quite dense. Not exactly light entertainment." There it is. The subtle comparison. Her reading important biographies. Me reading beach reads. "I like mysteries," I say quietly. "Of course! There's nothing wrong with that. We all need an escape sometimes, especially given everything you've been through." She leans forward slightly. "Ocean mentioned you had a difficult first marriage. I'm so sorry y

“I think you'd find these better suited for a beach than those books." She took the novels from my hand and flipped through them. She looked back up at me with horror, like I had asked her to sell her soul for a million dollars. “The only fictional books I have ever read were recommended reading in language class." I gasped at her confession because it sounded like the most unlikely thing ever. She rolled her eyes at my reaction and gently pushed the books into the beach bag. “Then we really have to change that. " I went back to my shelf and took out more books, stuffing them into my carry-on.

A dilemma most readers faced. I ended up in Oscar Wilde's section. A smile formed on my face when I read the name 'The Happy Prince and Other Tales' on the spine of a book. I plucked it out of the shelf and headed towards the seating area. I took a seat on a reading chair by the window and pulled my legs up to make myself comfortable. I flipped the book open and got sucked into an old memory. *** August 2017, Scars Bay, USA The air whipped against my face as I zeroed in on the finish line. It was all I could see.

Bea is sitting on the couch in the living room while reading a book she couldn't understand. She had been stuck on chapter one and can't seem to get over it even if she already had read the first sentence over a hundred times. Her mind continually drifts away somewhere because of the text he received the other day. "Urgh." She tried to focus on the book and continued to read from the start. She rolled over the couch and fixed her composure in different styles to find comfort yet it was ineffective.

- Maria The hot sun beat down on the beach below and made the water twinkle beneath its rays. Sprawled out on a comfortable chair with a book in my hand, I felt my skin soak up that warmth. It was a beautiful day, and I was more than happy to cook in that sunshine, listening to the waves crashing and reading at my leisure. The beach was a private one that Dimitri had scoped for us and wasted no time gaining ownership of it the moment I said I thought it was beautiful.

"I need your help with something." "What?" "What are the chances that you are a great actress?" "I'm always up for a challenge Nate." She beamed. I looked towards the other end of the beach. There's a man sitting on a surf board reading a book. I usually wouldn't read much into it except that it's a familiar scene. I do the same thing after I surf. "Do you see that man wearing a black hat over his head?" Marianna peered in that direction. "I see him. What do you need?"

As John and I continue our walk through the town, we come to find out that we are on the island of Bermuda, the wenches here were beautiful and exotic, needing to be claimed by someone. “John, shall we pick up some of these beautiful wenches and take them back to our individual cabins for some fun?” I inquire. “Of course, Captain.” John says, with a steely glint in his eye. We walk into the tavern and are immediately surrounded by buxom women with beautiful bodies and beautiful smooth skin. “Pardon me good sir, but I wondered whether you would appreciate assistance in achieving orgasm this evening?” A beautiful woman with long black hair, hazel eyes, and golden skin asks me. Her plump lips w

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?