House On The Cerulean Sea Novels & Stories

"I know." "This one isn't jewelry." Curious, Elena opened it. Inside... Was a tiny silver key. She looked at him in confusion. "A key?" Adrian nodded. "To our new home." --- That afternoon... He drove her along a quiet coastal road. The sea sparkled beneath the autumn sun. After nearly an hour... The car stopped before a beautiful white house overlooking the ocean. It wasn't a mansion. It wasn't extravagant. It was warm. Peaceful. A place filled with sunlight and flowers.

" Hoka looked over at Luric and smirked. "Sebastian said you were busy getting plowed by a towhead," he chuckled and I shook my head hearing both men laugh. I grabbed Luric's hand and transported us into the house above the beach with Hoka appearing next to us. I introduced Luric to the others in the house including Coral who was supposedly involved with the human fisherman but was eyeing my husband like he was candy. I glared at her and she asked me what. "He's off limits and my husband," I growled softly and she laughed asking if I wanted to test his fidelity. I swallowed uncomfortably glancing Luric's way and shook my head.

Her mom thought for a second, “Very true dear, my daughter right as usual. Just give us a ring if you need anything.” We nodded our heads and headed towards the beach house. Opening the back door I paused to admire the beach house. This whole week I was so gloomy I hadn’t noticed much of my surroundings. It really was quite nice. The floors were white marble tile, white walls and trim. Large windows that spanned floor to ceiling let natural light fill the space. It was such a serene setting how had I not noticed I’ll never know. Bailey elbowed me in the ribs after noticing my staring off into space. “Hey, I know you are worried about heading back. Let’s try and enjoy the evening and forget a

“If you’re going to live forever, it’s nice to have a separation from work and home life.” I shifted uncomfortably in the entryway. Isaac’s gaze seared into me, heating my skin. I refused to look at him, instead settling for examining my surroundings. It was a beautiful house. You could see the ocean from the large bay windows, as it was nestled right on a cliffside. The open concept let moonlight drift through the house. I turned away from him, walking to the kitchen, but still not able to get out from his line of sight. “Is your girlfriend or something going to be upset that I'm here?”

The afternoon sun hung high over the endless stretch of blue sea, its reflection shimmering like melted gold on the calm waves. The air was warm and clean, and the only sounds were the gentle hum of the engine and the cry of distant seagulls. Calla stood near the railing, the cold breeze playing with loose strands of her hair as she stared at the horizon. They were aboard Vernon's ivory-white yacht, named Venus, gliding smoothly through the water. It was one of Vernon's favorite places in the world, serene, hypnotic, and detached from everything else.

I turned to face Niro right away. He instantly shook his head while puckering his lips, and I immediately pouted. My shoulders immediately slumped because of disappointment. That's two thousand pesos, now that I think about it. We can already afford it with three of us. Additionally, it appears like there is furniture there. And the woman was pleading for me to get that house. I'm wondering why. I'm just inquisitive; I'm not a nosy person. It's preferable if you are aware of the cause. You see, we won't live there unless there are wicked spirits or things there that we can't see. It might possibly be the cause of my death.

In Coral Gables, the rain did not fall; rather, it condensed from the humid, sulfurous air and became a greasy tropical moisture that covered the estate's coral-rock walls like sweat. The air conditioning in the Spanish Colonial revival building had been completely turned off. After an automated diagnostic loop threatened to broadcast the villa's internal ambient temperature to an unlisted IP address based out of a server farm in the Caymans, Sebastian's Marine detail had torn the compressor units apart three hours earlier. The house was hot, thick, and smelled of old tallow candles, gun oil, and the sharp, chemical tang of burning copper wire.

I still didn't understand what she was trying to say. Three months ago, i–or we in particular, got a video from an anonymous sender. It was a partially blurred video of a place in Golden City, called Mount Olympia. It had a slight description written : 'Mount Olympia, Home of gods on Earth, House of Zeus. I definitely wanted to ignore the video, since I couldn't believe a mansion on a mountain was home to gods, most especially, Zeus. But, Zara insisted we upload it, to be sure of it's source, and how legit it was.

"Just the lighthouse and the sound of the sea, that’s all I can say. The houses here seem to also have the same color so I suspect it might be an estate, I am not sure." Sebastian paused, and Gabriella suspected that he checking out the details she was giving him, "Alright, Gabriella, what else? Give me anything, what is the house like? I need more details." Gabriella looked around carefully, trying to provide details without giving too much away, aware of the risks involved with revealing her location too explicitly. "The house is large, white, with blue shutters. There's a garden outside, and... and there's a small chapel nearby, I can see it from the window," Gabriella described, she squi

She trusted him. The cab came to a stop in front of a beach house. It had a majestic view of the Oranje Sea right in front of it. The house wasn't too big. It only had two floors and it seemed that it was at least a century old. The fact that it looked a little worned down, made Olivia love it even more. The cab driver helped Warren carry their luggage into the house. After finally settling down, Warren brought Olivia out to the balcony and stared over the blue waters with her. The scene was truly like something out of a fairytale.