Beach Read Pdf Novels & Stories

the chapter contains sexual content Jason POV [ a few weeks later...] • Malibu, California I glanced at the tattered book cover of my favorite novel and tossed it into Violet's beach bag with a towel, a bottle of water and my SPF 50 for my tanned skin. It was a hundred degrees—about right for this beautiful place, and I was enjoying this vacation with Violet. The sun was dimming to sunset, the water was flowing in rapids to the shore voluminously as the birds chirped in a song through the sky.

Sometimes, tears came without warning—soft, silent ones that left her eyes red but her chest lighter. On the fourth day, she took a book from her suitcase, one she had brought months ago but never opened. She sat on the porch with a glass of lemon water and began to read. The story didn’t matter much; it was the feeling that did. The quiet turning of pages, the steady hum of life beyond her thoughts—it felt healing. Later that afternoon, she walked along the beach. The sand was warm under her feet, and the waves reached for her ankles again and again.

Those happy times…. They were sitting on the beach they had visited on their past vacation, in the bare sand. Facing the waves under the orange sky that is ready to bring the sun into the pool. “There is no such thing as happy forever,” Brandon muttered with a gentle smile, glancing at the love novel Diana was reading. Diana looked up from the novel. The light grew dim, making letter by letter more and more shaded. She gave up and closed the novel. “Why?”

Just presence. Dressed in dry clothes. Made fresh coffee. Carried mugs to the terrace. Sat close. Watched the afternoon light stretch across the water. Veronica spoke softly. "I finished a page this morning. While you were sleeping." He looked at her. "Will you read it to me?" She nodded. Rose. Walked inside. Returned with the notebook. Opened it to the marked place. Read aloud. The words came steady. No tremor. She read about the cove in winter. About the frost that made every pebble shine. About the way the sea held its breath before the next wave. About the man who still walked the path with her hand in his. About the house that had learned to wait without loneliness.

Right, I will just read a book for an hour before I head off towards the Beach. I grab a Book from the shelf and stick my head into it as I try make it comfortable on Noel’s bed. Doesn’t take me long to get into the whole story about a Girl who lost her Family to find the love of her life but he is in a gang and they aren’t allowed to be seen together… will you look at that.

If there hadn't been people around, I would have pinned him to a palm tree and had my way with him. He tugged gently on my hand, pulling me away from the restaurant and toward the beach instead. My light skirt caught the gentle breeze off the ocean and fluttered slightly, threatening to expose me, but I followed him willingly. Ben sat at a small table overlooking the beach reading a newspaper. I nodded respectfully as we passed, earning a slight head bob from him. Aiden ignored him completely.

When the boat finally touched the wooden dock of the island, the guests quickly scattered across the beach to find the best spots. Waiters in white shirts began carrying trays of cold drinks across the sand. Alice found a large, comfortable cabana in the shade and sat down to read a book. I grabbed my beach bag and kicked off my sandals, feeling the hot, soft sand between my toes. I was wearing a simple, bright red two-piece swimsuit under a thin white cover-up. I took a deep breath of the salty ocean air, trying to calm my racing heart. "Let's find a spot near the water," Finn said in a deep voice.

"I remember the voice..." "But I can't remember the face." The White Book floated between them. Golden words slowly appeared across its pages. The face was erased... ...to protect the story. The First Reader lowered his head. "So the sacrifice reached even that far." The doorway leading to the Silent Shore widened. The white mist slowly cleared. For the first time... they could see what lay beyond. An endless beach stretched beneath a pale sky. The sea was perfectly still. No waves. No wind. Thousands of abandoned books rested upon the silent sand.

After I'd been out for about an hour, a little afraid of getting burned, I got to my feet and waded back to the beach, figuring I'd let the heat of the sun dry me off. Digging into my bag, I grabbed a bottle of water, drank half of it down, and popped open the sunscreen. Once I'd slathered up again, I dug out the erotic novel I'd been enjoying last night in bed, glad that I'd found a spot where no one else could see what I was reading. I could feel my pulse starting to race as soon as I got into it. Parting my thighs, I worked my fingers over my needy little puss, while I read the arousing passage about the well-hung stud sliding his tongue over his virgin bride's tight little opening.

Sure, I might've been silently roasting them in my head, but I swear my lips never moved. "You said I was—beep, beep, beep, beep—" Alicia stammered, visibly flustered. I gave her a perplexed look. "What's wrong with your language settings? Did your system crash?" Harvey jumped in, continuing where she left off. "You just said—beep, beep, beep, beep, beep—" 'Oh, great. Does the Stone Family have some kind of contagious disease? Should I make a run for it before it's too late?'