Beach Read Characters Novels & Stories

Jason's dying father has a special last request for his son. Enjoy.. ****** I leaned against the railing of the deck and taking a sip of my beer, looked out across Easton's beach. By far the largest beach in Newport and the only one that had cabins for rent, it was still fairly crowded despite the fact it was after eight o'clock. I heard a female voice call out "cheers" and looked over to see an extremely attractive blonde walking with an equally hot brunette. They were both holding bottles of coke that I'm sure were spiked and when they saw me looking; hoisted them at me.

Becks huffs. We pull up to the lake and drag coolers of soda to the picnic area. Someone has already started the bonfire on the beach and tapped a keg. Someone hands me a cup of beer. I grab a soda from the cooler instead. There’s no way I’m getting caught drinking tonight. I sit on the beach against a log near the firepit and sip my sugary, refreshing, innocent, boring, lame ass orange soda. “Cal, are you swimming with us?” Charli appears, brushing my cheek with her fingers.

Charlie declared before disconnecting the call. Charlie's phone beeped seconds after the call. It was another text from Rey. Charlie read the text and set into action. He walked out of the house, headed for the garage. Charlie started the ignition and drove out of the compound. After some hours of driving, Charlie finally stopped in front of a beach. It was very close to the airport Amelia was supposed to have come for her travel research project. “Wow, Rey was right. This beach is indeed lonely and quiet, just like it is in the pictures.” Charlie snapped the car door shut after stepping out.

She had actually invited Tiana, but she declined because she didn't like the sun. There were a total of eleven people now dotting the beach, each engaged in their own activities. Jacob argued with Syanna because Jacob refused to sell his song to her. Darcy seemed to be hitting it off with Lili, as they hadn't stopped talking under the umbrella, with Mavis and Dustin beside them. Clay was already with Cliff—and, of course, Sara, who didn't want to be far from him. They hadn't met in a long time, so there must be a lot to catch up on.

I planned to read, reminisce, and fortify my hatred for Lance. The beach was perfect. The sand, the heat, the waves, and the lack of rules made it the perfect escape. I spread my blanket, lay on the sand, and simply observed. A mother in a purple swimsuit chased her daughters across the shore, their shrieks of laughter carrying in the wind. A couple, entirely too comfortable with PDA, rubbed lotion onto each other like the world didn’t exist. Surfers glided across the waves, and palm trees swayed under the weight of coconuts. There was so much to take in that I barely touched my journal. After two hours, I felt refreshed and headed back to the castle. Just as I neared my quarters, I heard my

“Any more pancakes?” “No, Petal, we’re okay,” she replied, sitting down. “Right here’s fine.” Someone called out, “You’ll get sunburned!”—their voice carrying like a distant chant, yet not too far away. Sitting at the beach, I held a book up in my hands, reading. The sun beamed down as my phone suddenly rang from an unknown number. “Hello?” I answered. “Yes?” I pulled the phone away from my ear, ended the call, and tried to guess who it was.

- 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.

He was truly hoping that by getting her to spend a couple of days at the seaside town she would feel better. Bree sighed a bit too harshly and from there he knows that she was letting his words sink in. "Okay, I'll buy some steamy books, maybe I can make you blush in front of Archie with my book choices?" Bree managed to make him laugh and his little town friends never knew that the man could even pull a smile that wide. Archie would surely call Randall at Gage's beach inn and gossip about the woman Gage brought to the beach town. Because like any other small town, the gossip was inevitable since there was only so much that you can do in the peaceful little seaside town.

As the bass throbbed through him, he lowered himself onto one of the armchairs and lit the joint. “Man, I wanna be back on the beach, not here,” Paul said. Gary, next to him on the couch, burped his agreement. “Gaz, you remember that Jamaican woman at Earl’s Place?” “Do I? My eyes are still watering.” “She didn’t leave my side all night. Couldn’t get enough of me.” Alex and Gary grinned. They looked at each other and back at Paul in his bright blue surfing shorts and a yellow T-shirt. Both stretched tight. The sound of hooting filled the room.

Back to her high roof sprinter van, her studio on wheels at the coast. Gunner crunches his food between his teeth, while Gracie sports a teal swimsuit with a cream colored lacey cover up, chewing daintily on spinach and egg whites. Then, sips on her morning coffee; a pumpkin mocha, savoring the flavor, breathing in its aroma, of Autumn in a cup, mixed with salty air. She marvels at the sea while reading a book, sitting in a foldable chair, under a shaded canopy. Her golden brown waves are gently nudged by the breeze. Hours pass on this peaceful morning, and before she knows it, lunch time has arrived. The joy of watching waves while reading all morning has given Gracie a satisfied mood. Sav