Books To Read By The Beach Novels & Stories

My favourite dangerous place. Greg points at me, knowing what I am like in this place. “Fifteen minutes.” I grin if that's how he wants to play it. Oh, baby, challenge accepted. We wander through the shops. I drift toward the books immediately. I need my on-flight reading material. After standing and staring for longer than necessary, I pick up West of Forever by Corinne Michaels. Greg appears beside me, holding a magazine. “Found mine.” I look at the magazine and tsk to myself. Of course, Greg would want this reading material. “Just MotoX?”

Aiden's POV The beach house was perfect, even perfect now that I was all by myself with just the sea and sand being my companions. Right now I craving nothing but the crash of waves and the salt in the air. No school work, no people trying to use me for my abilities. Just me, a stack of books I’d discovered last time I was here and I'd been meaning to read, and the endless stretch of sand outside the sliding glass bedroom windows. I’d done exactly what I wanted: slept late, swam until my muscles burned, cooked simple meals, and let the sun bake the tension out of my shoulders. Solitude had never felt so good.

HALLE KNOX The Blazing Sun Hits My Body as I was laying down on the beach chair outside of the pool relaxing and enjoying my quiet evening by myself. I was reading a book called,Then she was Gone By lisa jewell,I don't usually read stuff like this but Kenna got it for me as a gift a while ago and told me that it was worth reading. so today i decited to start the book and i coundnt put it down since then its so interestig and addictive.

Chloe set a time for us to leave, so we could get there early, and then waved me adios, as she went around the campus. I needed some peace and quiet, so I stayed behind. I brought out three of my novels; the midnight library, The apple of my parents eyes and dying to please. They were my favourites, and amazing reads for me. I stared at them for a long time, before I finally slept off. “Wake up!” I frowned slightly, swatting off the hands that were on my arm with a sigh. I didn’t want to wake up, all I wanted was the blissful sleep I was drowning in.

- Maria The hot sun beat down on the beach below and made the water twinkle beneath its rays. Sprawled out on a comfortable chair with a book in my hand, I felt my skin soak up that warmth. It was a beautiful day, and I was more than happy to cook in that sunshine, listening to the waves crashing and reading at my leisure. The beach was a private one that Dimitri had scoped for us and wasted no time gaining ownership of it the moment I said I thought it was beautiful.

"What a waste!" I decided to go boating as it was the only thing I could do that wouldn't make me anxious. It was to start by five in the evening so I decided to get some shut-eye before exploring. ** I put on an off-shoulder top over my bikini bra, grabbed Byron's Mastercard and a book and made my way to the beach. Four seasons resort was beautiful and you didn't need to go too far before you found something that may interest you. Perfect for a lone traveller like me.

It was easier to pretend he wasn’t there, to move about as if I were truly alone. I prepared a simple meal, gathered a book and a blanket, and made my way to the beach, craving the soothing rhythm of the waves more than conversation. The book, a well-worn companion from my life before, wasn’t exactly riveting anymore. I’d read it so many times the words had lost their edge, but it was something familiar—something mine in a world where everything else had been taken. Five minutes passed before I heard the sound of measured footsteps crunching through the sand behind me.

By the time she moved, the room was already dark. She carried the book with her out to the balcony at the back of the house, the one that overlooked the beach. The air was cooler now, salted, the kind of breeze that wrapped around your skin like comfort. A soft outdoor light flickered on automatically, bathing the space in a warm glow, providing her with just enough light to read. She curled into one of the chairs, bare feet tucked beneath her, and kept reading. Waves rose and fell in a steady rhythm, everything was so peaceful out here, she could stay here the whole day.

The face of the goddess-like sun is encircled by the subdued naval fingers of the skyline. It awakened my senses in a way I'd never seen or felt before in the sun's drab brightness. The picture appeared to be from a painting, as everything appeared to have come to a complete stop. On the black beach, the waves slowly crash into white foam. In contrast to the sun's beams, the tiny crystals in the sand shimmer and shine magnificently. The wind carries the seagulls. When I turned around, the design of a beach house near them amazed me. On the deck, you may unwind, read a book, and enjoy a bottle of red wine while taking in the ocean.

Turning the music off, I grab the lavender and put it in a tiny glass vase, and set it in the center of the long ebony black dining table. Walking out of the conjoined dining room and kitchen I grab my book, my water bottle, and a blanket. I set the water and blanket by the back door that leads to the porch, and the beach a little off, and head back to the kitchen with my book. Of human bondage, by W. Somerset Maugham. The book itself isn't bad, but from my point of view, it's terribly bland. I like more poetic works. But also a hint of darkness. The best example is the poem, In the Desert, by Stephen Crane, from his book The Black Riders and Other Lines. It has a sense of dystopia that I ca