Manhattan Beach Novels & Stories

You tell me. I was shaking my head as I went downstairs to celebrate our anniversary JUST OFF COASTAL HIGHWAY 101, 40 MILES NORTH OF SAN-FRANCISCO An hour later I was driving along the coast highway relishing the wild and beautiful drive along the Pacific. While I've got the mansion in the sky, Sandy has the house on the beach. It's not quite as luxurious as mine is, but on the other hand she owns it free and clear; not a little thing for a twenty-four year old. It's white stucco Spanish style three bedroom home that sits about twenty feet above the water on a nice flat piece of land, not perched on a hill like many Northern California homes. The home is both mudslide and earthquake proof.

BEACH HOUSE MILF PT 1 Selene Moreau arrived at the family’s beach house in the early afternoon of the first day of spring break while the coastal air was already warm and carrying the steady scent of salt and sun-warmed wood as she stepped out of the car and stretched the stiffness of the drive from her shoulders. At forty-three she had come hoping for quiet after a long stretch of loneliness that had settled into the ordinary weeks of her life like a low and constant pressure, the kind that made even familiar rooms feel larger and emptier than they should. The house sat close enough to the water that the sound of the waves reached the front porch without effort while the wide deck and the s

The beach is perfect today....white sand, clear water, the kind of afternoon where the sun is warm but not brutal. Marcus and Jasmine came here for a holiday, a chance to escape the city and reconnect as a couple. They've been married for eight years, and lately, their sex life has become predictable, comfortable, but missing something.

My legs buckled when I was told that they'd fished the body of Christopher Quinton from the sea. My knees smashed into the gravel beneath my feet because I knew he'd have survived if he hadn't tried to save me. Three days later, I dealt with all the enemies and became the demoness of Porton's elite circle. Five years later, the pier business expanded considerably. However, I kept the scar on my arm as a memento to remind me of him. It had been five years since he died, exactly five years. I bought a bottle of herbicide in an attempt to take my own life. Then, I saw the supposedly dead Christopher proposing to my best friend, Zoe Shaw. I saw all my underlings congratulate them. I froze for

The sprawling cliffside mansion in Malibu overlooked the Pacific Ocean, its modern glass walls reflecting the golden California sunset. The warm sea breeze carried the scent of salt, eucalyptus, and expensive cologne. Inside, the open-plan living space featured sleek marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows, and a massive outdoor infinity pool that seemed to merge with the horizon.

Tossing my shirt onto the lounger, I all but tripped over my flip flops trying to follow her. ***Sarah POV*** The sand was warm between my toes as I ran towards the water. I’d never been to the beach before and seeing the ocean up this close was something I had always wanted. I stopped at the edge of the water, letting the waves splash up over my toes. It wasn't as cold as I'd thought it would be. “Sarah?” Dom asked, and I looked over my shoulder at him. “Never have I ever been to the beach.” I giggled and he grabbed my hand.

SUGAR DADDY INFLUENCER The California sunshine beams down on the wooden roof of the beachside bar and glitters across the golden sand. It’s a stunning, clear day here in beautiful Malibu, and there’s so much to take in. The crystalline water lapping at the sandy shore, with the sapphire sky reflected above it, not a cloud in sight. There’s the plaintive call of sea birds flying through the air in curved formations. They swoop and dive for bits of french fry or bread in the sand, waddling on their spindly legs.

“I don’t want to go to my father’s house, please.” He shook his head. “Don’t worry, we’re going to my home.” “Do you live in Pacific Palisades as well?” I frowned with nervousness. What would I do if he lived in the same neighborhood? “No, Carbon Beach, Malibu. It’s approximately 8 miles from here.” The car continued along the Pacific Coast Hwy. until it turned onto a private lane at Carbon Beach. It led to a sprawling, well-lighted, heavily guarded beach villa. K. B. Oceania Bleu

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.

Tamara- Unexpected Intruder. # data-p-id=cc4f44409bc5408c647f60fffa1f7107,A:N} This next scene happened few days prior to the recent prank incident. data-p-id=7a68e32a0860a7ddf1848852a2c21d0b, It's a wonderful day at the beach. I’m alone with no one to disturb my peaceful afternoon and my thoughts because not many people visit the beach on a Tuesday afternoon to enjoy the warm weather and welcome the rhythmic movement of the water.