Beachside Inn Novels & Stories

A chance to just be together, to reconnect, and to remember what it felt like to breathe without the weight of the world on their shoulders. They had chosen a secluded beachside villa, far from the mansion and all the chaos that came with it. The villa was perched on the edge of a cliff, offering breathtaking views of the ocean. The endless stretch of white sand, the turquoise waters, and the gentle sound of waves crashing against the shore provided the perfect backdrop for their much-needed escape.

Pretending his presence didn’t take up more oxygen than it should. When we finally pulled into the driveway, the sun was melting into the horizon, painting the water liquid gold. The beach house was obscene—gray shingles, crisp white trim, wraparound porch dripping with hanging ferns, private boardwalk to the sand, infinity-edge pool that looked like it belonged in a magazine spread. Three stories of effortless wealth. Victoria clapped once as Dad killed the engine. “Isn’t it perfect?” “Perfect,” I echoed, deadpan. Chase grunted, grabbed his duffel from the trunk, and headed inside like he was already mentally mapping escape routes.

Soon, they got to the beach. The drive ended smoothly, and the sound of the waves became clearer the moment they stepped out of the car. There was a big hotel right behind the beach, standing like it owned the entire view. Mr. Vincent led the way inside to collect their tickets. They approached the front desk, and the receptionist greeted Mr. Vincent warmly. Their tickets were handed over without any delay. He had already paid for everything before coming. He ordered wine, ice cream and other snacks, then instructed that they should be brought in thirty minutes. After that, he gestured them toward the beach entrance.

Some cabins were hidden among the trees, and it would be hard to find them if there weren't the signs of agritainment hanging on the side of the road. The car had been moving south for more than 20 minutes before arriving at the famous Gem Beach. Probably in order to entertain Ronald, the beach was decorated. There was music, a deck chair, a beach volleyball, a buffet, and a bikini beauty. "Mr. Marquez, Ms. Hubbard." Oliver showed up with a big smile, holding a coconut in his hands and wearing beach pants. "Mr. Booth, aren't you sleeping in a hotel?" Elizabeth was shocked to see him.

He shrugs like he can’t quite remember as we continue down the little road, which has so many twigs reaching into it and scraping lightly at the sides of the car that it’s very clear no one’s been down it in quite some time. I gape at him for a moment and then turn my head forward as light appears. And then my jaw absolutely drops as we pull out of the scrubby little forest towards a private beach, where the waves lap lightly at the sandy shore. Just before the beach, though, is the true marvel – a sweet little beach bungalow, nestled close to the waves but tucked deep enough amongst the pines to be cool and shady. I stare at it, loving immediately its quaint wooden details, the little brick

Saturday, 10th of February, 1996 – Narragansett, Rhode Island The day was sunny, indescribable pretty I can say if the readers somehow wonder the details of it. It was 10 a.m. in the morning but the sun had already risen almost completely, radiating its light and heat on the famous beach of Narragansett which was full of people, enjoying the beautiful weekend there. Even some were making a field by lining the sand to play beach volleyball there. Far, far away in the distance from the pub, can also be seen crowd, swimming in the safe area of the sea, still near the beach where it’s considered as safe since it didn’t pass the border. And here it is, the pub, Shore Side Pub, gradually got more

“Not yet. I’m just looking at rings. No plans yet. We want kids while we’re still young, and Diane’s hairdressing school won’t take long once she begins.” “Good luck, man,” I said. “If you need help, just say the word.” We reached the town easily. It was a small seaside place, surrounded by forest and full of sights—perfect for a group vacation. The hotel was mid-range, with a nice columned entrance and a reception desk directly opposite the front doors. The elevators and stairs were to the left of the reception. We checked into our rooms and agreed to meet at the beach in an hour. Ours was a large, sea-facing room with a private bathroom—similar to the one we had at the sci-fi convention.