Beachside Inn Novels & Stories

He needs to rest a lot, I don’t want him to push himself that much. “Oh by the way, where is the beach we are going to this time?” Judeo asked while taking a sip of some juice. “I am not sure, he gave me the map towards it let me check,” I took out the itinerary that he gave to me. “The clam beach is a private resort that most people that live here have a hard time to buy it because it’s expensive,” I mumbled while reading the paper, “All of the structures there including the hotel, sight-seeing, and the beach are very high class,”

I return my gaze to the files, flipping through them while trying to resist the scent of his shampoo and manly cologne. We arrived at an elegant beach hotel hours later at Coastal city. Golden torches light up the marble walkway. There's a large billboard with golden neon lights that has ‘Welcome to DerClarks hotel' written boldly on it. Lush green grasses illuminated by the golden lights look ethereal when Ethan and I walk through. He's dragging my bags and his with a deep scowl on his face.

My God this isn't a beach house,it is a freaking hotel, a mansion,you could fit a whole city on this land. The place looks like a second Maldives. Some people came and greeted us before carrying our suitcase inside. " Welcome to our beach house" Irene says, she asked me to stop calling her Mrs Hallson,well both of them did. They prefer Irene and Christopher. "Derrick why don't you show her to her room then take a rest, we'll meet at the beach around 6 in the evening for family dinner time"Christopher says. We headed inside and I nearly lost my balance at the interior. Gosh these people are freaking rich.

Shae had a small crossbody bag, while I carried nothing but my phone and my wallet. We walked along the narrow sidewalk, passing boutique hotels and cafes that were just starting to buzz with the morning crowd. We eventually settled at The Glass Bistro, an outdoor spot that looked directly out over the Atlantic. The white sand of South Beach stretched out before us, and the waves provided a rhythmic, healing soundtrack. We sat at a corner table, tucked away from the main flow of tourists. I stared at the horizon. The ocean didn't care about my heartbreak; it just kept moving. Shae ordered two iced lattes, then leaned back, her gaze fixed on the water.

Chapter 35 Opening "Today's the opening?" David asked Larisa while scrolling the news about Gavin's island beach resort. "Hidden Beach Resort?" Estevan read aloud. "It's a weird name," Larisa said. They were all scrolling on their phones and reading all the news about his beach resort's opening today. "But it was a blast. They are already fully booked," David mentioned aloud with amusement. "Yeah. That's why I have to shift a lot of baked bread there," Larisa uttered and chuckled. Gavin was really something.

Well, most of them are neighbors who also work here so everyone certainly knows me. Whale Bay isn't the most striking beach or tourist spot in town. In fact it's just average, no matter how beautiful it is already for me. But since accommodations here are way cheaper compared to the five-star beach resorts in town, the inn never runs out of guests. The second floor stretched into a long hallway with multiple doors facing side by side. At the end of the floor, there's a double door room, which I assumed was the largest and grandest among them. Two figures emerged from it. And one of them is Florian, who looked so worn out with his black disheveled hair, but a smirk was sporting lazily on his

The night breeze fanned her skin when she alighted from the yatch and they made their way to a beach resort on the island of Haling Cove. The resort had been a fabulous exquisite looking glass house which seemed portable and classy at the same time. The interior decor was modern and screamed finesse, vibrant colors decked the walls of the house; something which Marcellus's mansion at Ocean city lacked. The expensive house looked like one of those houses on Bondi beach or the resorts on the Maldives.

Summer arrived with a confident warmth that baked the scent of pine and salt into the air. The Tidewater Trail was a tapestry of life: families with dripping ice creams, earnest birdwatchers with lenses longer than their arms, and the ever-present, low hum of contented bees. The "Bee & Bee" signs had become a local joke, but the hotels were at 85% occupancy, a fact Miranda reported with the gravity of a CEO announcing record profits.

RABIYA The moment we stepped inside the beach resort was the moment we realized how blessed this place was. How peculiar it was, and how paradise-looking was it in all sense of the word. When you entered through the emerald green color of the two-winged gate, the very first thing that would greet you would be the fountain that stood on the center of a mini plaza. The fountain itself was not functioning well, and neither did it have a water in it, but it was the kind of fountain that had a cemented statue of a giant rose in it. Travis said it was popularly known as the rose fountain, so starting from the moment we recognized it, we began calling it that way. On the left side, there were cotta

She didn't see him when she entered. The drive to Sand beach was in silent most of the time, only the old lady and Malik could exchange few words. took them only 45 minutes. It is Sunday making the road free of traffic. They found the first car that brought the other maids at the entrance of the beach gate. They were waiting for Malik to pay for them. Malik got out of the car and went to swipe his card. They all entered after his pay for the entrance fee. They found two big tents and put their things in them. One for maids and the other for the Johnson family.