Beachside Inn Novels & Stories

Which is why even though Dmitri may look like someone I couldn’t easily overcome, I would still try to defend my right for the property that Julius Silverstone owned. It wasn’t even long when the rest of us were able to reach the beach house. It was spacious villa type beach house facing the beautiful sea. The breeze here is really wonderful that the entire place is truly ideal for a getaway vacation away from the busy streets of the city. I instructed my men to stay outside while Klen and Taylor insisted to come with me inside alongside Dmitri. And as the four of us entered the house, we were suddenly surprised by two couple who eagerly greeted us inside.

Veronica glanced around. As expected, the late summer crowd pretty much crammed the entire beach resort. Beside the resort was a private property for rich folks with vacation homes in the area. Everybody seemed to be enjoying the long day. Bikini-clad teenagers showing off their tanned bods played volleyball near the cabanas.

a female doctor said, "you often run into each other in the places you separately frequent. Maybe it's destiny." "Call for an ambulance," she ordered. The ambulance arrived, taking the woman away. "Since you're already here, why don't we share a table?" Bernard invited them, something she was really waiting for him to do. She joined her friends at E.R Resorts. They were truly amazed by the elegance of the place. The white sand beach was carefully crafted, with letters engraved in the sand saying, "Welcome to Sinda E.R Resorts." There were souvenir shops, boat hopping, and Jetski rentals. Yachts were also available for rent.

After a few minutes, we turned down another path that led to the beach where a pathway lined with resort employees dressed in white greeted us. “Mr. Craft, we’d like to welcome you and Ms. Neely to our Bungalow dinner. Please, follow me.” Kelsey smiled brightly and took my arm, her eyes taking in the scenery on along the beach. Plants and lighting filled a wooded deck along the beach, a personal dock off to the side where the table was set with white linens and candles. “Mack, this is beautiful,” Kelsey whispered, squeezing my arm. “Am I missing something?” Pulling out her chair, I said, “Do you know what happened a year ago today?”

He hoped that after some rest his mind would be clear and he could think straight. The beach house they were staying at was only five houses on the right lower down the street. When they arrived at the beach house Davis helped them take out their luggage from the SUV before opening the house for them. “To the right of the house is a pool and behind the house is the beach. If you go in the pool after coming out from the beach just don’t let my mother see you, she would add to your fee. There is an outside shower also to the back of the house to rinse the saltwater off your skin.” “Couldn’t you show us that tomorrow?” Michael asked.

Especially since it is winter, and we are going to a beach house that nobody uses. "We're almost there. Just a few more miles," he answered me, reaching for my hand but still keeping his eyes on the road. After some minutes, we finally arrived. Placed on the top of a cliff, the beach house is a beautiful two-story building with some of the walls covered in stone. Large teal-green framed windows give a spectacular view of the ocean and the outside deck above the waves is completed by an outdoor pool with an integrated Jacuzzi and a longe area around a fire pit.

Like finally being allowed to exhale after holding everything too tightly for too long. The coastline appeared slowly. First in the smell of salt that drifted through the window, then in the way the road curled like it had been drawn by hand. We found a small town nestled between the cliffs, the kind of place where the buildings leaned into each other like old friends. There was a bakery with hand-painted signs and a bookstore that looked like it had been closed and reopened too many times to count. The inn Julian had chosen stood at the edge of a narrow path, just a few steps from the beach. It had white shutters and chipped paint and a welcome mat that had been worn through at the corners.

And it was October, meaning it was either overcast or raining all the damn time. The novel called for wet weather. Well, it was wet all right. I swerved out of traffic and made my way down A Street, then B, then C. Who the hell named streets after letters? Finally, I stopped at my destination and turned off the truck. My new place was a six-bedroom beach house that had fallen on hard times and been recently renovated. The owners had put in a quarter of a million in updates, and were more than thrilled that a movie star was going to be their first renter.

They arrived at the Sea Side by Notos Beach Bar around 8 PM. One of the waiters led them inside and show them their seats that they had booked earlier. Hai Rin blinks her eyes seeing the night view at the restaurant which is also close to the beach. The music also perfect for a couple to enjoy their dinner here. While walking beside her, Richard bends his body a little and whisper to his wife. "In here, their cocktails are the best." Turning her head around, she asked him with beam eyes."Really?"

By the time the sun began to bleed into the horizon, the adrenaline had faded, leaving behind an exhaustion so deep it felt like bruising. Noah had veered off Route 9 somewhere near Peekskill—or at least, that's what the blurred green signs suggested. We cruised through a town that time seemed to have forgotten. A main street with cracked pavement, a gas station with dim yellow lights, and a silence that felt heavy. Up ahead, a neon sign flickered with a dying buzz: RIVERSIDE INN - VACANCY - $45/NIGHT. The "N" in INN was burnt out. It fit the mood perfectly.