Beachside Inn Novels & Stories

We drove along the small, lamp-lined streets of Harwich Port, and made a right turn off Route 28. We were about five miles from the restaurant when we pulled into a large parking lot. I caught a glimpse of the name of the beach, Red River Beach. The bright moon reflected off the rolling waves in front of us, and I grinned. “This is beautiful, sir.” I looked at his profile. “I thought a quiet place would ease your mind, and allow you to speak freely.” He turned and looked at me.

Ann demanded and he nodded, smiling apologetically. “Okay… The beach is filled at night because that’s when everyone retires from work. Some weekends, couples do sleep on the beach but most times, the hotel is the best place. The hotel being close to the beach is another advantage as lovers end up booking a room to spend the night… They’d go out, get drunk and come back to get laid. Businessmen who are here for business book this hotel because it’s by far the best and biggest, we have a few services no hotel or condo offers and that’s breakfast, lunch, snacks and dinner. Everyone's room has its condoms m, they don’t need to ask for one when they’re horny” Olivia cringed inwardly but for Wild

And to my calculation, we played almost 458 songs and the unfinished one when Sir Flinn said we arrived. The resort is called "London Beach", and it's funny that is sounds like "London Bridge". And the fact that we are not in London, it made me think how crazy a person's mind is. I got amazed when I saw how lively the place is even though it's already quarter to four in the morning. There still people who are swimming in the sea, and then others are on their cottage, living life. We went to the booth where you can get your ticket and book your hotel rooms. We decided to reserve two rooms- me and Miss Mia will share, and then the other room will be for the gentlemen.

he decided and offered her his hand. They both looked back to the mouth of the river. Along the coast, they could see the spread of expensive esplanade houses overlooking the beach, along with the jetty which had once served as a major harbor, and now was a tourist attraction. The Jetty Restaurant, famous for its fresh seafood, was open for business, with brightly colored umbrellas open over the outdoor seating and patrons sipping champagne and chatting amongst themselves. If they’d heard the gunshots, they had not realized what they were – or they were common enough not to cause them to interrupt their meals. Small recreational vehicles bobbed on the water, moored around the jetty.

Jason's dying father has a special last request for his son. Enjoy.. ****** I leaned against the railing of the deck and taking a sip of my beer, looked out across Easton's beach. By far the largest beach in Newport and the only one that had cabins for rent, it was still fairly crowded despite the fact it was after eight o'clock. I heard a female voice call out "cheers" and looked over to see an extremely attractive blonde walking with an equally hot brunette. They were both holding bottles of coke that I'm sure were spiked and when they saw me looking; hoisted them at me.

Maybe I’m doing it so my children remember me smiling… not always looking over my shoulder. I go to Morris’s office door and push it open. “We can go,” I say softly. The relief in his face is instant, it’s beautiful. Morris’s family beach house sits at the edge of the shoreline, half-hidden by palm trees swaying in the warm breeze. Weather-worn wood, white shutters, and a wraparound porch that smells faintly of salt and sunlight. It took us seven hours to arrive here by car. Guards patrol discreetly, giving us space while keeping the perimeter secure.

The Indian Ocean whispers softly against the golden sands of St Francis Bay as the sun dips low on the horizon, painting the sky in deep oranges and purples. Gentle waves lap at the shore with a rhythmic hush, while the cool evening breeze carries the clean scent of salt, seaweed, and distant fynbos. A luxurious beachfront villa stands secluded among the dunes, its wide wooden deck overlooking the calm bay.

Rex nods gently and lets go of her not without grazing her hips purposely and leaving before she throws a punch on his face. Cherry wandered around the big beach house looking for the bar. He was right, she didn’t want to use the bathroom instead she wanted to stay away from him and find someplace to rest her swollen feet. After some wandering about, she found the bar and hurries toward it. The beach house was located close to Waikiki beach in another part of Honolulu, it also had a high cliff built to have a Jacuzzi (bad idea) behind the house preventing the crashing waves below from splashing water into the beautiful backyard.

I said, sincerity floating through my tone. A small blush floated through her cheeks. “There’s also a minifridge here,” she said, opening a small piece of furniture, which was on the right side of the bed. “There’s a small store a little further down the street where you can get a few different things. The inn is the only place that cooks warm food, and you’ll find the funny drinks there as well. But I really hope you’ll join our Summer Fest,” her green eyes met mine, the big smile back on her lips, “we usually nominate the travelers to be honorees, and it’s always a lot of fun.” **

I whispered, still entranced by the scenery. "Well, there's still more to enjoy." He steered me to a small beach house nearby. The small building was perfect for a vacation. After payment to the man in charge, we got in. The inside was perfect. It had a small living room, a bedroom, and even a shower. I was impressed. Whoever owned this beach must have invested a lot.