Coral Cottage Novels & Stories

he said, “Now let me get someone to show you around.” Coral Palms was a magnificent development. Swahili inspired architecture blended beautifully with the lush palm gardens and the white sandy beach. The concept was simple enough: serviced apartments for sale that had all amenities of a five star hotel. The furnished show apartment, which was to be her temporary home, was stunning. It was decorated with luxurious coastal style furniture and crisp white linen. There was a huge balcony with a traditional daybed that had a fantastic view of the ocean. And to top it all off, there was an outdoor jacuzzi on the balcony designed for having star baths. It seemed as though she had truly landed a jo

So Benjamin chuckled looking at a growling Eric. They reached Malaysia next day. A car from resort was there to pick them up. It was a cottage style resort, located at some distances from one another to respect the privacy of the couples. Every cottage had a boat that led them from main resort to their private cottage, surrounded by clear waters. And the beauty was the fish swimming. They could see them chasing each other spreading colors. Benjamin was amazed to see and he wanted to dive in there and then only if he wasn’t hungry and tired. Eric was no different. They took a quick bath while their past lunch was being served and then they slept like logs.

The sky above was streaked in fading hues of coral and lavender, and the gentle crash of waves offered a rhythm she could finally breathe in. This place……this tiny coastal town with its quiet streets and lingering scent of salt and citrus wasn’t just a retreat. It was a sanctuary. After everything, after Damon, after the fire, the revelations, and the war, she needed silence, stillness and space. And this town, hidden behind cliffs and whispered about by locals, gave her that. She got to the rented a cottage on a bluff, painted white with light blue shutters and wild vines climbing the porch columns. The kind of home that looked like it belonged in a novel, one written by someone who had onc

He winked and said, "Ready for me." She wasn't quite ready to get naughty just yet. She wanted to flaunt her new discovery. She cleared her throat and claimed, "I'm thinking about buying an island - a vacation island." "An Island?" Evan asked, bemused. "Yes, an island. At the top of my head, I want to buy The White Coral Island," Shantelle described. The island she named was a famous island resort in the next town. "What do you think?" "You want me to buy you the island?" Evan asked, his hands on his waist, thinking.

“Show me.” He thanked the caretaker, took her hand, and led her through a creaking wooden gate. The house was small, weathered, its pale shingles faded by sun and sea spray. The wraparound deck looked out over a sloping path that disappeared into dunes and soft grass. Beyond that, the ocean stretched to the horizon, calm and silver-blue. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered. “It’s quiet,” he said. “That’s the point.” Inside, the cottage smelled like cedar and sea salt. Windows open to the breeze, a stone fireplace, mismatched rugs layered over creaky wooden floors. He dropped their bags inside the doorway, just two small overnight cases, no entourage, no assistants.

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he replied matter-of-factly. Cameron bit her lips. He even helped her to take her undergarments, and she felt embarrassed. They only arrived at the hot spring resort in Coralia around 9:30 p.m. Coralia was covered with snow, and there were many visitors in the resort. Waylon had reserved a villa with private balconies and a courtyard with a hot spring pool. The interior of the villa was decorated in a retro style. The maple tree by the wall and the jagged rockery in the courtyard added a nice touch to the entire environment.

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

The small stone cottage sat nestled against the rugged coastal cliffs, its weathered walls wrapped in wild rosemary and creeping ivy. Below, the vast southern ocean stretched out toward the horizon, its deep blue waves crashing rhythmically against the shore. The air here was entirely different from the harsh, biting frost of the Amber Court; it was warm, thick with the scent of salt, blooming jasmine, and soft freedom. Inside, the cottage was small but incredibly cozy. A gentle fire crackled in the stone hearth, casting a golden, welcoming glow across the wooden floors.

I finally took the place in—and shit. The cottage was huge in that old money that pretends to be modest but actually screams wealth way. White stone, a slanted mossy roof, balconies wrapped in vines, lanterns hanging from branches like floating fireflies. Trees framed everything, tall enough to swallow the house whole, with wildflowers and moonlit blossoms spilling around the pathway. It looked like a fairytale dropped acid and decided to go minimalist. "All the previous queens spent their wedding night here too," Levi added.