Calico Cove Novels & Stories

Steven says leaving Zane, Casey and myself to continue watching the surveillance monitors. “How you handling all this Cal” Zane asks, name almost sounding foreign coming from him. “She’s only the beginning, I’ve had eyes on Hunter Gains and Fisher Colson for the last year” with a small laugh I pull my hood back some so only they can see my face and say “Every once and awhile I’ll have Dibs and Troy fuck with them” again I slightly laugh remembering the time Dibs broke into their apartment and flipped all the furniture around the rooms and wrote Your time is coming in their cats blood across the living room wall, “He sent me live video of the two fuck boys crying while talking to the police,

Chapter 34: The Cost of the Crown The Seaboard Point safehouse was a brutalist masterpiece of glass and reinforced steel, perched precariously on a jagged cliff overlooking the Atlantic. It was a place designed for isolation, where the roar of the ocean drowned out the whispers of conspiracy. When Jade pulled the interceptor boat into the hidden sea-cave dock beneath the house, her body felt like it was made of lead. The adrenaline that had sustained her through the lagoon chase was evaporating, leaving behind a cold, hollow ache.

“How could we not? Our wedding seems to be the least of his priorities. There's the property he bought in Venus Cove. He oversees the house construction, but he has no time for the fitting at the couturier. Our wedding always comes last.” I knew Dasha was busy with the wedding preparations, and although it surprised me to hear about her gripe about her fiancé, my mind settled on something else she'd said. “Venus Cove is being developed now?” The Costa Galaxia was made up of twelve coves named after the planets in our solar system. Only thirty percent of the area was developed to preserve natural resources. And now they were converting Venus Cove into a residential area? Earth Cove already ha

Like a nice, sharp gutting knife. Feeling a little too close a kinship to a lobster swimming into a trap, he slid out the cab of his truck . . . and tried not to grimace when the sharp briny scent hit him. Calder had discovered that the air had a salty tang anywhere you went in Half Moon Harbor—in most of the Cove proper, for that matter. He liked it well enough, thinking it added a more immediate, visceral element to the historic, seafaring ambience of the little town. But down here, right on the fishing docks, it took on a layer of catch-of-the-day that was fairly aggressive.

She pulled out her phone and tapped around before turning the screen toward me. It was a video of a beach—glistening turquoise water, soft golden sand, cliffs dotted with wildflowers, and sunlight spilling over everything like melted gold. The kind of place that looked like it existed outside of time. “It’s called Esmarelda Cove,” she said, eyes brightening. “Hidden gem. I found it while doomscrolling last night. Doesn’t it look like it was made to heal souls or something?” I couldn’t help but smile faintly. “It does. It really does.”

But I see the way his shoulders tense, like I’ve hit a nerve. We reach a small cove tucked into the rocks, hidden from the open sea. The water’s calmer here, lapping at a strip of pebbled beach. Cole crouches to check some old sensor he must have set up, and I wander to the water’s edge, kicking off my shoes to dip my toes in. It’s colder than I expect, but refreshing. I close my eyes, letting the sound of the waves wash over me. For a moment, I forget everything—the threats, the running, the uncertainty. It’s just me and the sea.

As they headed upstairs she heard a shout. “Bridgie, look, it’s blue whales, we’re here, Antarctic!” Jasper hit the rails with his hands and then grabbed Calvin, hugging him too tightly as Calvin tried to scramble to get away from Dr. Hawthorne’s shenanigans. They docked the brown and gold yacht, which Dr. Hawthorne named the Experiment, and departed inland. As they head onto the shore Dr. Calvin grabbed the GPS to put in the coordinates, when Jasper snatched it from his hands and put it into the pocket of Ajay’s backpack.

He smiled, he slightly understood what was the mermaid wanted to say. B-But you never came back. I didn’t realize that my eyes were flooding with tears. “Why are you crying Nolan?” Orlene asked. I shook my head, “N-No, it’s nothing.” I replied. “It will be much better if you will not ask him more,” Amansinaya said. Orlene seemed to understand it so she just kept herself quiet. “Let’s go?” Amansinaya asked; we nodded at her. The setting sun was the last thing I saw as the time we went underneath the sea.

César tracks everything. Ahead: lights. A town. Small. Just a group of white buildings clinging to a hillside. A church steeple rises against the night sky. I pull off the main road, following a narrow street that leads down toward the water. I turn into an alley behind what looks like a church. I kill the engine. It was quiet. Except for my rough breathing and the distant sound of waves. I need to change. This dress is a beacon. I look in the back seat. Nothing. No jackets, no blankets.

“Do you know of any resorts other than the heart-tub one? I want to get a good idea of what the area has.” “Oh, shit yeah. Here.” Pulling a pen from his pocket, he grabbed a napkin and started making a list. “There’s The Cove. That’s the one all the old people go to. It’s fancy, though. Some chicks dig it. There’s a whale watching boat tour they do every day. And then, there’s this other place, here. It’s farther in on the island. If a chick likes hiking and that kind of stuff, I always take her there.”