Mary Alice Monroe Beach House Series Novels & Stories

The secluded island in Indonesia, a beautiful tropical country with stretches of white sand, clear blue water, and rows of swaying coconut trees, served as a silent witness to their happiness. There, Morgan's handsome face looked utterly blissful. Every morning, Alvin played by the beach under Morgan’s watchful eye, while Alice prepared breakfast. In the late afternoon, they would sit on the terrace, enjoying the beautiful sunset. Alice did appear melancholic, but Morgan tried desperately to make the woman comfortable, granting her freedom, yet always within the limits of his surveillance. That evening, Morgan unintentionally stopped in front of Alice’s room and peered inside. The woman had

Monica tilts her head back to the beach, beckoning me to follow with a little friendly nip to my shoulder, and I do, letting her lead the charge down the rocky wolf trail that flows toward the village. She comes to a stop near a large wooden house with giant windows overlooking the water below. It’s higher than the rest–the Alpha’s house, obviously, positioned on an overlook that takes in the entire view of the village, the docks, and the sprawling ocean beyond. We arrived several hours ago. I’d woken up tangled on the window seat with Logan, his fingers drawing lazy circles over my scalp as he gently woke me up.

And then I saw it. ...the property located at 17 Seabreeze Lane, Malibu, California, is bequeathed to one Gwen Gonzalez, conditional upon her agreement to act as legal guardian for Lanc Arcony Jr., should any circumstance render his mother, Stella Huzon, unable to do so. The letter fluttered from my fingers. The Malibu house. It was our house. The one Lanc and I had bought early in our marriage, filled with dreams of summers with Angela. It was the last place we had been a family. He had kept it. And he had left it to me.

Beverly Carington I parked the car and then walked into the seaworld alone. I bought the ticket and walked in. I took the map of the place and started to stroll around by myself. Actually, I never have time to go to places like this because I'm damn busy. I think 1 year is enough for me to rest and start enjoying my life a little bit. Just like what Becca said. I strolled the entire seaworld and couldn't get any happier. I love this place and really the best place for me to heal myself physically and psychologically. After that, I decided to go to Malibu beach. I have loved that place since yesterday.. I decided to go there again.

Then, before I could even process that, he turned around and called out, “Clara, Bea, get over here I’ve got an idea.” Clara walked over, all sass and curious, and Beatrice followed behind her like she wasn’t just avoiding me all week. “So hear me out,” Anthony began like he was proposing a bank heist. “Let’s get away this weekend to the beach house. You know, the one by Lakewood.” “That fancy-ass place with the glass pool and that insane movie room?” Clara asked. “Ooh I’m in,” Clara jumped before anyone else could react. “But what are we gonna tell Mom? You know she has this sixth sense when it comes to detecting fun,” she chipped in, her gaze resting on me.

Once Alice had arrived, we joined the others who were waiting at the beach. The night was freezing, the moon is full, the waves are splashing at the sands and it was peaceful. Unlike what we were experiencing earlier when the party was still active, right now it’s like we are in paradise. No one was around, there was only us that you can see, everything else was irrelevant. How life could be easy if it were like this every single day. We walked around this huge and long beach. It was very wide, it stretches from mountain to mountain. And the only building that is around is the beach estate of Alice’s family.

“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

We talked and before dark she took me to see one house. It was on the beach in Malibu. Three bedrooms, three and a half baths, No yard really, just a storage area for toys between the house and a fence leading to the sand. Sixty yards of sand before reaching water at high tide most days. There was an upper deck that was private. None of the houses around had any view of the deck. The house was empty. Monica said a painting crew was due in three days and if I made an offer she would let me pick the colors. By the time we finished paperwork it was seven. I had her call her husband and he met us at Duke's, a favorite restaurant in Malibu. We had a great dinner and parted in the parking lot.

By the beam of the flashlight, Calley counted ten steps. “The family’s main beach house is up there,” Nelly said. “It’s twice the size of Ser Phil’s beach house. You might be surprised.” Calley managed a small, polite smile. Nelly climbed first, careful with each step. Calley followed closely, steadying her balance on the uneven stones. When she reached the top, she froze. Before her rose a magnificent two-story mansion. Its walls gleamed white under the outdoor lights, and a wide balcony wrapped gracefully around the second floor. At each corner stood towering lamp posts, glowing warmly, proof that people were inside.

Chapter 14 The house was absolutely beautiful, a single-story gem painted a warm shade of yellow. It featured five bedrooms, a kitchen, a bathroom, a living room, and a washroom—nothing overly extravagant. According to Ace, the beach was located just behind the house, and I would be able to see it in a little while.