Beach Read Characters Novels & Stories

BEACH HOUSE MILF PT 1 Selene Moreau arrived at the family’s beach house in the early afternoon of the first day of spring break while the coastal air was already warm and carrying the steady scent of salt and sun-warmed wood as she stepped out of the car and stretched the stiffness of the drive from her shoulders. At forty-three she had come hoping for quiet after a long stretch of loneliness that had settled into the ordinary weeks of her life like a low and constant pressure, the kind that made even familiar rooms feel larger and emptier than they should. The house sat close enough to the water that the sound of the waves reached the front porch without effort while the wide deck and the s

Beverly said with a smirk and raised her wine glass. Selena ran her hands through her long dark hair. Then she opened her laptop. She cleared her throat to recite her short hot fiction. “The fire of the Jamaican heat had subsided as night had fallen. Taking advantage of the shade of night, I hit the beach, walking the shore line in my bare feet. Someone was walking toward me as the water lapped at my feet. A man. The moonlight illuminated his attire. He wore an open white dress shirt and blue trunks. The closer we got to each other the clearer his face was. It was Christopher. His face was damp and his brown hair was wet like he had just gotten out of the ocean. Our eyes meet. Before I coul

It was a side that had embarrassed her in high school, causing her to bury it, and yet, while buried, it never completely disappeared. Breathing in the fruity aroma of the Chardonnay, Selby's mind drifted backward to a day at the beach that had set their present course. The day for the most part was uneventful and typical. The cool ocean breeze slid around their barely clad bodies, contrasting the skin-burning heat from the sun overhead. Their house was in a less populated area, so the beach was almost deserted. Faith had risked tanning topless a few times as few beachcombers walked that far down the dunes. "Now, this is from watermelon and has a very sweet taste." Selby slipped a cracker in

HANNAH’S POV: I rolled my eyes and literally ran away from him toward the door because I genuinely wasn't sure I could resist him for too much longer. Six months of marriage and he still affected me like this. I heard him laughing even harder from behind me as I hurried down the hallway. As usual, Elijah and I were the last ones to arrive at the beach. Everyone else was already seated at the beautifully decorated table, candles flickering in the gentle breeze. We got situated in our seats, and everyone immediately started complimenting each other's outfits. Cherry looked adorable in a flowy maternity dress. Lucas had gone full vacation mode in a bright colored shirt. Martin looked casually e

"James, I want to say Thank You. This wouldn't have happened without your intervention. I know that. And I.... I have no words for how much it means to me." He shrugs but smiles. "This way, we all win. We all have what we want…" "Thank you anyway." ***** JAMES "I'm going for a walk down the beach," announces Charlotte. "Enjoy yourself," replies Michael. "You going far?" "Not sure. Just where the urge takes me," Michael and I sit lounging, drinking beer. I'm reading a thriller-mystery novel which is entirely failing to hold my attention. I worked it out on page thirty Whodunnit, and the idea of reading another two hundred pages to have the author confirm it is less than enticing.

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."

Chapter 1: Heatwave at the Beach The summer heatwave had turned the beach into a paradise of golden sand, crashing waves, and half-naked bodies. I was spending the day with friends, aslounging on my towel in a tiny red bikini that barely covered anything. My skin was already glistening with sunscreen and sweat. That’s when I noticed him again. The new lifeguard — tall, tanned, muscular, probably in his late 30s, with short dark hair, sharp eyes hidden behind sunglasses, and a body that looked like it was carved for rescue work. His name tag read “Rhett.”

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?!"

But as he knows that he cannot talk to anyone because of Alpha Akin's ruthless authority which spreads far and wide, he saves his tears and his story along with the rest, somewhere in his heart, for another day. I am on an unfamiliar beach beside a market. The beach is filled with a lot of people: babies, adults, grandparents, groups of families, groups of friends, some single people throwing pebbles into the sea, and just a lot of activity. Exactly like the beach would look during the festive seasons.