Beach Mystery Books Novels & Stories

Sex with Aeon was like a marathon, he never got satisfied with just one round and so was I. I didn’t look at him as I made my way across the beach to where Siera was lounging in one of the beach chairs, a pocketbook raised in hand parallel to her face, but she was obviously not reading but checking the view in front of her. I sat on the chair next to her and faced the direction she was looking at. "What are you reading?" "Huh?" She laid the book on her lap before she looked at me. "Oh, this. Under the Moonlight by Cassandra M."

Sign up Log in BackInfoAdd to libraryInfo Navigated to -Chapter 20- | The White Wolf | Quotev Something was wrong. My bed seemed different. Warmth encircled me and the welcoming scent of the ocean woke me from my slumber. I was in Justin's room. I looked over realizing we had both moved to the middle of the bed causing me to be a few inches away from him. Justin's hair was a mess sticking up every which way, though mine was probably worse.

Every mask, every plan, and every ounce of fear I'd been holding onto shattered into pieces the second I saw those words. Alex's voice cut through the ringing in my ears. "Our investigation shows your sister, Sharon, was part of a hiking group three years ago. It was the same trail, the same five people. She went missing during that trip and was never found. Don't you think that's a little too much of a coincidence?" "Aaahhh!" The scream ripped out of my throat, sharp and broken, almost inhuman. I shot up from my chair and lunged across the table for the evidence bag containing the photo.

As I scanned through the books on the shelves, my eyes landed on a book standing tall on the shelf, on it was boldly written 'MEMORIES. My feet hurried towards the book, in my hurry, I didn't see the water that was spilled on the ground, so I slipped and fell. Darkness surrounded my vision. *~* When I opened my eyes, I was on a beach, I struggled to my feet, and my legs sank into the white sand as I walked, the entire sand was purely white. In panic, I stared around with different thoughts running through my head. Was I dead? Did I teleport? At the far end of the beach, a light glowed fiercely. Slowly, it began coming closer. As it drew nearer, I discovered the light had the shape of a woman

The night is quiet as the dead; the only sounds in my ears are the rustle of winds through the yellow grass on the treeless ground and the recurring crash of waves at the bottom of the cliff. Clouds cover every inch of the sky above me, but my eyes see everything clearly despite the darkness that surrounds me. Entering one of the three cave openings, I briefly remember how I had been there once as a child with Riley and our parents during a summer day. Very few people know about the place, and most of them avoid it. It's close to the Haunted beach, rumored to be haunted by the spirit of Mad Melony. Inside, I find nothing more than dust and pieces of rock, some juice cans, and plastic wrapper

The water was still a bit cold for swimming; there were only three families on the beach. I looked up from the erotic novel I was reading- Suburban Swinging Moms, one of my favorites- and saw the Scanlons setting up on the beach. I was curious, so I trained the telescope on them. They looked normal, except for the brother and sister touching behind Hank and Aubrey's backs. I'd never thought about incest. My only women had been Becky, who I've already mentioned, and Maude, my married English professor. To my own surprise, it hadn't taken much to make me curious.

"I am frequently found in oceans, yet I am not a whale. Although I have beaches, I am not in California. I am not the Sahara, but I am a dessert. Lucas, what am I?" Rye raised her eyebrows and wiped away her tears. She shouted, "You're the bimbo!" causing Hannah to laugh out loud. "I'll accept that as a correct response, Rye. Enjoy your time with my Lucas for the time being. Lucas, meet me at the location of our first date," she stated before ending the conversation. “Luke the answer to the puzzle is… beach. But where?” Rye inquired. “Malibu. It was the location of our first date."

THE END? Not quite . . . Have you tried Beatrice Beecham’s Cryptic Crypt: A Supernatural Adventure/Mystery Novel by Dave Jeffery? We included an excerpt from the book if you keep paging. Or dive into more Tales from the Darkest Depths: Novels: The Mourner’s Cradle: A Widow’s Journey by Tommy B. Smith House of Sighs (with sequel novella) by Aaron Dries Beyond Night by Eric S. Brown and Steven L. Shrewsbury

Mom supported me, not because she understood, but because she loved me and wanted me to be happy. I stood up and walked around the library, feeling a little restless. They had all of the classics, and some of them looked as though they were expensive copies. Other authors that I regularly read, such as James Patterson and Dean Koontz were on the shelves. They even had some of my female favorites, such as Lisa Jackson, Lisa Gardner and Heather Graham Pozzessere. Then I wondered down to another section where I found some more provocative books. They had a lot. “You are not stupid people and you know why I initially came to the island. Do you think that I am some kind of loose woman?”

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to find the answers that will satisfy my curiosity. I was about to turn off my laptop, when a link popped up on my screen. Without any hesitations, I opened it. There were only few words listed on this page. It says that there is an unknown author who wrote a mysterious book which contained everything about death, clock birthmarks, soul mates and ill-fated relationships. I spent time searching for it. The title of the book is Hidden and just like it's name, it was nowhere to be found. My mom and dad also accompanied me to the clinic where Callie used to check up but Dr. Alvidarez was no longer there. Same goes to Dr. Montressor.