Beach Read Pdf Novels & Stories

Later that night, I drive to the beach. I don’t know why, but I just need to be somewhere that is not the penthouse, the office, or Clara's. The beach is empty, the waves crashing against the shore, the wind cold and sharp. I take off my shoes and let my body feel the cold beneath my feet. I stand at the edge of the water, cold waves lapping at my feet, wind whipping my face. The memory of her face when I tore up the transfer request refuses to leave me. The tears in her eyes. The way she slapped my hand away.

As he closed to within about five feet of her, Raven looked back and smiled before disappearing again. Leaping with her into the next stream of consciousness, Rider found himself on a beach. Waves crashed against the shore, spraying the bottoms of his jeans as he continued to run, not knowing exactly where he was headed at first. Once he glimpsed around and got his bearings, he saw Raven ahead of him, cresting a sand dune. The smell of the salt air seemed very real, and he wondered whose mind they were in. Whoever it was, they had a vivid memory of the beach or quite the imagination. No doubt they’d left the person in their wake as they sprinted past, likely unnoticed.

The same book I had tried to read before, the one with blank pages. "The Luna's Gift: Understanding Your True Power," Beatrice read from the cover. "Your mother left this for you specifically." "I tried reading it before," I said. "The pages were blank." "Because you weren't ready to see what was written there," Beatrice said, bringing it to me. "But perhaps now..." I took the book with trembling hands and opened it. This time, words appeared on the pages, coming into existence like they had been waiting for this exact moment.

- 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 raise my eyebrows and subtly wipe my sweaty palms on my jacket. “I asked what type of books you like to read?” He repeats. “Oh.” I shrug. “I’m a Plath kinda gal. The Bell Jar?” He nods, smiling. “Good book.” I smile back at him, and the awkward energy between us returns. Thankfully, the bus starts to move, and we look away from each other. He goes back to reading South of the Border, West of the Sun. I focus on untangling my earphones and then listening to a Chase Atlantic playlist on repeat as we leave Acadia City behind. There’s a reserved, content energy in the bus, and I revel in it.

And now, it’s too late to change that. As I walk, I notice someone sitting alone on a beach chair, a woman with dark hair, reading a book. She looks up as I pass, and our eyes meet for a brief moment. There’s something familiar about her, but I can’t quite place it. I give her a nod, and she smiles slightly before returning to her book. It’s a small interaction, but it sticks with me as I continue walking. I make my way to the edge of the water, the waves lapping at my feet. I stand there for a while, just staring out at the horizon, trying to figure out what the hell I’m doing.

She and Rachel ran upstairs to freshen up and doll themselves up, and almost an hour later, they were ready to leave. They were all stunned to find the beach already swarming with people, considering it wasn't even 1:00 PM. Setting up their picnic spot didn't take long, and after much persuasion from her friends, Cadence agreed to a game of beach volleyball. After a while, though, she grew bored and left the match. She rummaged through her bag and fished out the crime thriller paperback she'd been meaning to finish for ages now. But a few pages into the book, she was out like a light, snoring peacefully on the blanket despite all the noise around her.

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

The face of the goddess-like sun is encircled by the subdued naval fingers of the skyline. It awakened my senses in a way I'd never seen or felt before in the sun's drab brightness. The picture appeared to be from a painting, as everything appeared to have come to a complete stop. On the black beach, the waves slowly crash into white foam. In contrast to the sun's beams, the tiny crystals in the sand shimmer and shine magnificently. The wind carries the seagulls. When I turned around, the design of a beach house near them amazed me. On the deck, you may unwind, read a book, and enjoy a bottle of red wine while taking in the ocean.

It's been good for me, I can feel it working it's wonders as I focus on the sounds around me; the soft crashing of the waves in front of me, the sounds of other beach goers around me, birds in the distance. "And that's book number four" I hear my loves sweet voice beside me. I turn my head and squint my eyes open to see Amelia happily setting her large political thriller down onto the table beside her lounger, shaded underneath the large white umbrella. Apparently she's had enough of feeling like she's burning to a crisp, I certainly haven't.