Manhattan Beach A Novel Novels & Stories

“We.” The car moves through the city, the particular density of a November afternoon in Manhattan, cabs and pedestrians and the city doing its relentless, indifferent, luminous thing around us, and I think about the morning six weeks ago when Isabella Hart walked into the lobby of Blackwood Holdings and the headline appeared at six in the morning and I sat at the kitchen island with my hands around a cold coffee and understood that something that had been moving underneath the surface was now at the surface and could not be put back under.

Manuela wondered before turning on her side and falling asleep. The next morning, Manuela woke up early, showered, and put on a floral print off-shoulder dress, which Uno had bought for her. Underneath, she wore a red one-piece swimsuit, planning to swim in the ocean. Her short hair was loose, and she wore flat sandals for her first day exploring Honolulu. She decided to go to Waikiki Beach first and, since she wouldn't be alone, booked a car for the whole day. She didn't want to use the car they'd used to get to the inn, fearing she might get lost.

Eventually, I made a stop at Manhattan Beach, where memories of our time together flooded my mind. I ran my hand through my hair, the ocean breeze carrying the whispers of our laughter, our tears, and our promises. I turned my gaze toward the familiar shores, and I let out a sigh, and the same haunting question echoed in my thoughts, 'What went wrong?' and I felt a lone tear roll down my face.

I'd just have to show it in other ways. I slid out my phone and shot a text to Callan. "11:45 PM. Cafe on the beach." I watched him pull out his phone, glance at it, then perk up. He glanced around the room like a prairie dog, probably looking for me. I stepped behind David to hide from him. If we met eyes right now, would it be obvious that we were into each other? *** The famous Copacabana Beach. It was beautiful. Even during the night when the water was black, the lights from the tall buildings reflected off the water's surface like diamonds and glimmered with each wave from the wind.

Celia’s POV The Annenberg Community Beach House features spectacular views, a children's play area / splash pad and a historic pool and Marion Davies Guest House offering docent tours as well as classes and rentals. It is a public facility, open to all with no membership required. This unique place is one of the reasons why Santa Monica is considered one of LA's nicest beaches! Back on the Beach Café is also on site and offers beachfront breakfast, lunch, and dinner. This is the first and only thing I came to know about in LA. Ryan and I are walking in the sand. The wind is roaring today. I wish I had tied my hair. It is falling into my mouth whenever I opened my it to respond.

If she wants to believe I’m only a man… I’ll let her enjoy that version of me. Deep down, I know I’m never just a man. I’m the one who cut her from the rest of the world just so we could be alone. She thinks my grandmother is the mastermind, but it was I who suggested this beach house. I wanted her to have nothing to look at but the ocean and me. And so far… It’s been working according to plan. I slam the book shut and retire to bed. I close my eyes for a brief moment. Jade’s face appears without permission. The way she looked at the beach. The way she stared at me when she thought I wasn’t watching.

Zara's POV Manhattan without electricity is not a city; it is a graveyard of glass and steel. As the speedboat cut its engines and drifted into the rotted wooden pilings of the North River Pier, the silence of the island hit me like a physical wall. There were no sirens here, no hum of air-conditioned luxury, no distant roar of the West Side Highway. Only the rhythmic, oily slap of the Hudson against the pier and the frantic, shallow breathing of the three of us standing on the deck.

Ivan reached over and refilled my glass without looking at me. I let it go. --- Maya took us to the beach after lunch. It wasn't a summer beach. Just the cold grey November kind — wind coming off the water, sand slightly damp, the kind of sky that couldn't decide between clouds and light. We walked along the edge of the water without talking much. Maya was ahead of us taking photographs of things. A shell. A bird. A wave catching the light. I walked beside Ivan with my hands in my coat pockets.

We were just quiet inside the car, none of us wanted to talk, it was refreshing because I met Nick as a very talkative man and now he acts like Ashton, acting so demure and shy all of a sudden. The beach is not too far from Gabriel's mansion so after a few minutes, we reached the beach. "This is the most peaceful beach I've ever been to," Nick said softly, he opened the door and got out. I couldn’t help but smile seeing his face that was full of amazement in this place. I got out of the car and marvel my eyes around the place. This place is so beautiful, the sands are white and the seawater is so clear that it swells with strong waves.