Novel & Cerita Beach Read Characters

Avery, Caden, Janet, and Andy stood on the soft, golden sands of the beach. Waves lazily crashed onto the shore, creating a calming music of nature. The sun had only begun to rise, and long shadows extended up to them, who were huddled together as the sea breeze of morning was chilly.

Raymond was pouring coffee, humming something soft under his breath, shirtless as usual, entirely too distracting. "What’s this?" I asked. He glanced over. "Read it." I unfolded the note. > Dear lovers, There is a bookstore in the village. Not just any bookstore. One where people leave pieces of themselves behind. Pages of poetry. Notes. Secrets. The owner lets you browse, read, and write your own. Consider it today’s adventure. —Mama Elsie I smiled so hard it hurt, “you planned this also right?” He nodded. --- Later That Morning The drive down was quiet.

And for the girl who checks every January. Author's Note This is a work of fiction. Daniel, Ellie, Joseph, Raymond, Margaret, Catherine, Thomas, Helen, and all other characters in these pages are invented. The buildings are invented. The coastal village and the market town and the city library and the village hall are invented. The attending, however, is not invented.

I laugh, watching as both Jude’s and Charlotte’s heads pop out from the water. “She’ll pretend to be mad at him, but I know she actually isn’t.” “Want to set your bag down?” Cal asks as if he can read my mind. I nod as Charlotte begins to yell at Jude even more. I take a look around, smiling at the familiar faces all hanging out. Jude, Charlotte, Preston, and Emma all swim in the pool. Winnie and Margo lie out on pool loungers, the two of them looking at magazines while their husbands sit at a small table drinking beers. Ryker sits with Beck and Archer, but he doesn’t pay any attention to the conversation between the two. His eyes are glued across the backyard where Camille paces back and fo

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.

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.

* Lawrence * The sun was high and merciless, but under the shaded lounge area of the beachfront Magnolia, life was good, too good, maybe. I leaned my back in the woven hammock chair, sunglasses slipping down the bridge of my nose, one arm lazily draped over the cold bottle of beer resting against my stomach. Waves crashed gently in the distance, mingling with the thud of bass from the Bluetooth speaker. My two best friends, Nico and Marcus, were lounging nearby, equally shirtless, equally sunkissed, and equally careless.

He didn’t even ask what was going on — just took in the scene: Rick holding me, Jaxon smirking like he’d seen a scandal, me caught awkwardly between them. “You guys wanna go out?” Jace’s voice was casual, almost lazy, but there was something unreadable behind it. The three of us blinked at him. “Uh… go out?” Jaxon asked. “Yeah.” His gaze flicked between us, settling on me for a beat longer than necessary. “There’s a beach twenty minutes from here. Could use the air. You in?” Rick grinned instantly. “Hell yeah. Sun, sand, and beer—” “And Ingrid,” Jaxon cut in, waggling his brows at me, “finally out of her castle tower.”