Beachside Inn Novels & Stories

All I want is my wolf and a fresh start not to be mixed up in another love triangle. The beach stretches out before me, the crystal clear water meeting the sandy shore in a flawless horizon. Seagulls soar overhead and the sun glints off the surface of the ocean, creating a dazzling display of light. The air is thick with the scent of salt and seaweed, a refreshing and briny smell that tickles my nose. The Mermaid Inn stands proudly at the end of the boardwalk, its sign gently swaying in the ocean breeze. A smile slowly spread across my face as I took in the rustic beauty of the wooden boards rusting from the constant touch of salt.

Be positive. Ben rejoins me, and I take his hand. The beach is round a jutting outcrop of rock, so I can’t see yet if that’s changed. But how can a beach change? A beach is a beach. “What shall we do first?” I ask softly. “Guest house? Beach? Or secret cove?” Ben squeezes my hand back. “Secret cove.”

Flashback — The Inn, 14 years ago The inn is two hundred meters from the Atlantic, and I can hear the waves through the poorly sealed window—a constant, primitive rhythm that beats against the stones with the same insistence as my racing heart. The room is small and cheap. A double bed with a handmade crochet bedspread, faded rose wallpaper, and a tiny bathroom where the mirror fogs up from the old shower’s steam. There’s no champagne or rose petals. There’s nothing a “proper” wedding should have. Just Declan, standing with his back to me, looking out the window at the dark sea. His white shirt is still buttoned, but I can see the tension in his broad shoulders, in the way his hands clench a

The beach house was secluded and luxurious, perched right on the edge of the cliffs with large floor-to-ceiling glass doors that opened onto a private wooden deck overlooking the endless dark ocean. Moonlight danced across the waves, and the distant crash of surf provided a constant, sensual soundtrack. Marcus Rivera led Sophia Brooks inside, his large hand firm and possessive on her lower back, fingers splayed just above the curve of her ass. The moment the heavy door clicked shut behind them, the playful energy from the evening shifted into something intensely kinky and electric.

I picked it up. "Hello." "Where are you?" He asked. "Malibu beach." "Call me once you're done.. I'm still hanging out with my friends." He said. "I will." "Okay." He said and I ended the call. "Your fiance?" "Yup." I answered. I got up and took a picture of the sunset. I smiled looking at the photos. It's so beautiful. I walked back towards the car that I rent and got inside. I put my GPS on and drove away from the beach.

At the end of the sandy beach, backing rocky hills, there were 5 chalets raised high above raging tide with 4 thick brick legs. The moon shines against the dark wooden building, giving it a little definition. Each chalet was about 25 feet away with 2 beaming brightly from within. On the stairs of the first one, Robert sat higher, tucking Jessica between his legs. Her head rested on his knees, facing the beach while Robert gently caressed her arm – chatting something.

In front of the beach was an azure blue sea, glittering under the sunlight. There were two buildings connected to the beach. The buildings belonged to Skye City's renowned Sunshine Global Holiday Resort. The food, accommodation, and service were of the highest quality. Sean looked at the tall buildings and the glittering sea, and he frowned. The Skye City Waterfront was usually very crowded, filled with tourists or people coming to relax. However, there was no one there that day except for him and Blake. Had she booked the entire place? "Ms. Sutton, did you book this place?" Sean raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

he said. They drove out of the city. The road went along the coast. Waves crashed on rocks below. Tommy played soft music. His hand rested on her leg. Siya felt warm inside. The drive took two hours. They reached a private beach house. It sat on a hill with a perfect ocean view. No other houses nearby. Tommy parked the car. “This is ours for tonight. No paparazzi. No calls. Just us.” Siya looked around in wonder. The house was beautiful. Big windows. A deck over the water. Inside it had a modern kitchen and a large bedroom. Tommy set down their bags. He pulled Siya close.

Sandy and Jayden argued over playlists from the backseat, Becky threatened to take over DJ duties if they didn’t behave, and Barry drove with one hand on the wheel, the other tapping absently on Brian's laps . Randy sat beside Carlson, knees brushing occasionally when the road curved. It wasn’t dramatic,it didn’t need to be. Five days, they reminded themselves. Just five days to be young without consequence. The lodge sat just far enough from the beach to feel private—tucked behind palms and flowering shrubs, sunlight spilling across wooden balconies. It wasn’t extravagant, but it was beautiful in that effortless way wealth often was,clean lines, open spaces, air that smelled like salt and f

“So, Sarah. What brings you here?” I turned towards the bar and grabbed two of the little bottles of alcohol, passing one to him as I sat on the edge of the bed. “Well, I mean, besides the break up?” He asked, toeing off his boots. I handed him the little bottle, unscrewing the lid on mine before tossing it back. “I wanted to see the beach, you?” “My friend owns the hotel.” “No way.” “Really, go peek in the fridge. There will be enough booze in there to get a grizzly bear drunk.”