Manhattan Beach Novels & Stories

Jason's dying father has a special last request for his son. Enjoy.. ****** I leaned against the railing of the deck and taking a sip of my beer, looked out across Easton's beach. By far the largest beach in Newport and the only one that had cabins for rent, it was still fairly crowded despite the fact it was after eight o'clock. I heard a female voice call out "cheers" and looked over to see an extremely attractive blonde walking with an equally hot brunette. They were both holding bottles of coke that I'm sure were spiked and when they saw me looking; hoisted them at me.

He’s looking at the beach; the clouds have parted, and the beach is washed in gauzy silver moonlight. He nods. “Maybe that’s what has you so spooked, Annie. Maybe that’s what’s different about this time.” He extends his hand to me, and I join him by the doors. He points out the window. “Look how much light there is out there. Look at that couple walking on the beach.” There’s a young girl in a sweater and jeans, holding the hand of a tall, thin young man. They walk slowly, arms swinging. “With so much light, you would have been able to see something about him.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “One is not enough to describe you,” he answered with a smirk. “And to answer your question, we are close to one of the best beaches in NYC. Fort Tilden Beach.” He lifted the big picnic basket with one hand and used his other hand to shut the trunk. “NYC’s best-kept secret and a lifeguard-free three-mile stretch of clean sand, trees, and grassy dunes. The place is so isolated that even on a summer weekend you’ll get a good 50 yards of beach to yourself. Only a true New Yorker knows of this, you’re lucky I am one.” He gave me one of his breathtaking smiles and I was suddenly aware of how close our bodies were. “Do you have the ice cream with you?” Frazier asked,

"Santa monica? Is it okay to take Alaric to the beach?" "The beach? What is the beach, Mom?" asked Alarik innocently, the boy looked alternately at his mother and Archi, waiting for an answer to his question. Alea immediately laughed, Alaric's question really tickled her stomach, she rarely took Alarik for a walk because she was busy. Even though Santa Monica beach is not too far from downtown, where she lives. "Okay, let's go! Let's see the beach." Alea agreed to Archi's invitation, Alarik cheered happily while jumping on the couch. Archi and Alea laughed at him, Alarik could even feel happy without knowing what a beach was.

Lester City.Kimpiski Hotel The flowers were in full bloom, and the breeze carried the floral fragrance with it. But Lucia Carlvastan was unable to admire its beauty, as the scene before her seemed to suffocate her. Warm light spilled on the ground as a couple of familiar yet unfamiliar silhouettes embraced each other under a tree.“Johnny…” The lady’s voice was gentle and soft. Her fair arms were wrapped around his neck as she rested her head on his chest affectionately. The man seemed to have other considerations. After some hesitation, he gently and slowly pushed her away. When Johnny Corona looked in Lucia's direction, she quickly hid behind the tree so that others would not notice them. S

Isabella twisted and turned for a long time and finally fell asleep. ************************************* A yacht was sailing towards Hawaii and a man and a woman were snuggled inside the cabin. This was a private yacht owned by James Lambert. The present mayor of Santa Monica. He was on top of Rita Lambert was moaning with pleasure as he plunged inside her. “James I'm coming faster.............” she said seductively.

The view was peaceful and calm, no one was around. She couldn't understand why it was so silent. People were missing which is rare on beaches. The water was clean blue which tempted her to go near it. She went back inside the room and changed into a bikini which was black with a knotted top. After tying a long scarf around her waist, she went downstairs and saw two maids working. "Do you need something, Ma'am?" The maid greeted her when she saw Marona coming downstairs. "Coffee?" Marona asked. "Sure, ma'am... Are you going to the beach?"

The salty musk filters in my nose and I can’t breathe enough of it. I don’t know how much time goes by, but when I get a shiver I realize it’s probably been too long. When I turn back toward the shore, I see River in an active conversation with another very large male. I gape when I see a massive beach house behind them, beyond stunning from what I can see. There’s a huge deck with party lights and I’m sure it sees plenty of action. As I approach, the males get a bit quiet. When the stranger turns to face me, my jaw literally falls. Goddess!

I text my plan and tell Jack to prepare for the attack plan. Jack grips the wheel tighter and makes a sharp turn. “We hit the mansion at dawn,” I order when another firework blooms across the sky, casting a brief golden light over the snow-covered road. Jack smirks, “I was hoping you’d say that.” We drive at the beach, California. The ocean is loud. Waves crash against the rocks below the cliff under a waning moon. Jack put lower the binocular, “they didn’t change much,” he mutters beside me, lying flat on the cold ground. “Still arrogant.”

Jordan stepped out of his hotel room and decided to go for a walk since his hotel wasn't far from the Santa Monica beach, it has been a while he went to the beach, even back home in New York, the last time he had gone to a beach should be over two years ago, he was more of a club person even though he rarely does those these days because Liam wasn't much of an outing person, so now he prefers to stay indoors if Liam does ever come to Los Angeles with him, he was sure they would spend the whole time they would be here indoors.