Beachside Inn Novels & Stories

Zeda looked at her with disbelief. “I guess you didn’t open the video in the chat earlier,” Carrie shook her head. “Mr. Percival posted a video of the hotel we’ll be lounging in at Springs. Apparently, each person gets their own room, and guess what? There’s a beach close by.” “Really?” Zeda’s eyebrows shot up. She had seen the flurry of messages but hadn't bothered to check them out. “Yeah,” Carrie took out a blue bikini and stuffed it into her backpack with a sly smile.

Brian shrugged. "I'm hungry," Sam said, eyeing the range of cafes and restaurants lined in front of us. "How about lunch and then we'll got to the beach?" Jake asked from inside the car. He was probably hungry too. "Yeah," We all agreed. There was this restaurant called Beach Side Bomb which served some delicious seafood. Seeing the hungry boys, I knew we were going to be here for a while. *** After an hour, we were at the beach. It was past three in the afternoon.

3rd P.O.V. The sun was setting on the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the beach. The waves gently lapped against the shore, creating a calming sound that mingled with the soft chatter of the guests. The beach was decorated with simple yet elegant white flowers, accentuated with subtle hints of blue that matched the ocean's hue.

“We're just going to get dressed and allow him to do a job then maybe we can get some air. I think there should be a beach around here.” “Beach?” I asked. “Yes.” he said as he was buttoning his shirt. “I'm sure you're going to like it.” Some minutes later we stepped outside and the cleaner came back nodding in a polite way as we passed him. The hallway was smelling like lemon Polish. I had to take more view of the hotel as we passed. Outside, the day was bright. When we finally reached the beach, the sound that was coming from the waves blessed my ears from a distance as I could hear the chirping of birds and feel the sea breeze.

"You said you’ve arranged a place for her surprise party?" "Yes. I didn’t want to use the park this time, and we needed somewhere private, so I picked a place I haven’t been to in a long time." Emma’s eyes lit up with questions. He continued, "My family has a beach house in Seashore Point. It is just 45 minutes to 1 hour drive from here. The last time we visited was when I was 18. Back then, it was such a coveted property that so many people bought houses there. It’s quiet, and I thought it would be perfect for her celebration. What do you think?"

Garette scolded the two friends who are enjoying their drinking spree. They were tired actually as they visited the mini mountain farm of Atty. Garette’s father and they truly enjoyed it. They climbed going there, had fun eating young coconuts and some fruits, and even tried to help pick mangoes. In the afternoon, they visited one of the nearby beaches owned by O’ Brien Family, which is the White Dove Beach and Hotel. It is named after its attraction; a group of white doves flying or walking around the premises, owned and carefully cared for by the O Brien’s loyal caretakers.

I went on, my voice croaking slightly for just a moment, "what's up?" "Nothing much. Maddie and I had plans to drive down to the beach today, and she just got a better offer, the wench. I still want to go, though, but nobody is up for the long drive." Our town is about 45 minutes from the nearest good beach. It is kind of a journey to get there. "Carrie called," Mary chattered on, "to tell me about all the new powder they got out there in Vail last night. I grumped about her not being here to go with me to the beach and she suggested I call you. Wanna ride along?"

"There is a medical van in the back of our convoy. Let us take care of those feet, Miss Vivienne." "No," Dominic said, his grip on my hand tightening until it hurt in the best way possible. "We take our car." Harris smiled faintly. "Fair enough. Drive south on Highway 101. Ten miles down, there's a small coastal town called Shell Beach. The house on the cove has the keys in the mailbox. It's yours." Harris turned around and walked back toward the black SUVs. The blue and red lights shut off one by one, leaving the quiet road bathed in the warm, yellow light of the rising sun.

the bellhop replied, "but if you really want to be topless or whatever on the beach, you can go to Spot Bay on the northeast corner of the island, after the end of road. There's a really nice beach there, Long Beach, and everyone knows that it's a nude beach at the far end where the bluffs begin, but nobody bothers about it because nobody causes any trouble. Now, there are gangs of local young men that hang out there hoping to meet a tourist who might be looking for a bit of excitement, so if you go there, don't be surprised if you're approached." "Thanks," Zach said, handing him a $100 bill. "Hey, thanks!" the bellhop said, his dark face lighting up. "And another thing, sort of a thing that

"After you, my queen." She slid out of her seat and patted his cheek. "As it should be, my dear." He shook his head, shut her door, and then offered his arm out for her, escorting her inside the hotel. The Beachside Palms was nestled close to the Atlantic shore, a ten-story building with balconies overlooking the ocean. Tourists were treated to a beautiful sunrise every morning if they were sober enough to wake up to witness it. The Sandy Shore was the restaurant inside of the hotel, a luxurious dining room with bright red cloth napkins and shining silverware. On the wooden deck outside, overlooking the dunes, the hotel bar, Beachcombers, served drinks to visiting patrons and locals alike. O