Mary Alice Monroe Beach House Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Your secret's safe with me." The coastline continued to unfold beside us. Malibu appeared, its famous beaches dotted with sunbathers and surfers. Expensive homes clung to the cliffs, their architecture ranging from classic Mediterranean to ultra-modern glass boxes. "See that house?" Alexander pointed to a particularly impressive structure. "That's where Leonardo DiCaprio filmed the party scene in Gatsby." "Really?" "Or so I've heard. Could be complete nonsense." He grinned. "But it makes a good story."

“Miss Mariah, you have a visitor,” Sally, the maid, informed me, as she stood at the door of my room. There was a confused frown on my face. “A visitor?” I asked her. “Yes, Madam.” Sally had answered curtly. It was odd to have visitors at the Beach House. I lived here alone. Besides the people who worked for me and my Grandfather who lives here part time, it was a lonely place here. No one ever came to look for me.

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 three of us would be having a ball" "Yea,but right now I'm having a heat flash. Let me in your house,woman" "Oh right" Alice said giggling. "My bad,I forgot" Alice moves from the front door and placed her hand on her hip.Jennifer smiles and walks inside of Alice's house as she drops her jaw in awe from the beautiful view of the inside of Alice's house.Beautiful white cream couches matching with a medium size coffee table,a large TV screen resting on her livingroom wall.On her left Jennifer notices beautiful paintings and pictures of Alice by herself looking happy with a hint of loneliness expression on her face.On her right Jennifer saw a marble bookshelf with tons of books sitting in o

MARIE The beach house looked like something out of a magazine, quiet and perfect in a way that made me feel even more trapped. It sat low behind a grove of palms, its white walls glowing softly under the sun, a wide veranda wrapping around its sides. There were no neighbors at all, no cars passing, nothing but the sound of waves and the wind pushing through the trees. At first, I told myself I could live here for a while. It was safe, secluded, far from the chaos of the city and everything that had happened.

"Umm...thank God we're not at the beach house because I need to get back...to work." "Mhm, I'll drop you." Alice went to the bathroom and exhaled heavily. "He's fucking crazy." ~ Thompson made it back to the beach house around eight after dropping Alice to her work place that was surprisingly not too far from the hotel they were staying at. Thompson noticed the silence in the house and found it strange. He skipped to the kitchen, getting himself two bottles of water to drink before heading upstairs to take another shower and change his clothes. Upon reaching the stairs his eyes went down the hall, looking at Azalea's room door. He stared at it for a few minutes before walking up to it.

Close by-----probably hidden by the thick screen of huge palm trees was a beach. Her breath caught in her throat as the house came in to view. Big, serenely gracious, it was a picture- book homestead painted white with a grey roof. To her horror and alarm, Romona's eyes filled with strange, lost tears, so that she had to blink furiously and furtively as they approached the front door.

'I need to figure out how to make things right with her, but what about Monica? "Furthermore, I'm on my way to the hospital as Skylar's aunt suffered a severe cardiac arrest, and you, better than anyone, understand what she means to me. I'll be on my way." Alice strided out without waiting for his reply and drove off. Monica was driving all gleefully, applauding her cunning move, back to Mason's mansion. "Sometimes, I'm astonished by my own skills. The flame I've kindled will either prompt Mason to make Alice quit the movie or drive a wedge between them. In the end, I'll emerge victorious."

Epilogue. Michael. *Ten Months Later* “Congratulations, grams!!!” My wife's voice echoes as she walks into the patio wearing a pink bikini with an iPad in her hands. My body shudders at the sight of her in that bikini. I swear the bra is only covering her nipples, nothing else. The sight makes me gulp, and hunger stirs deep inside me. Blood rushes south immediately, making my prick rise, brushing against my wet briefs. I've just stepped out of the pool in our beachfront resort in Monaco.

Outside, the hallway did not offer the luxury of silence. The walls of the beach house were thin, seasoned by age and sea salt, and they did nothing to muffle the immediate, explosive onset of an O'Hara family summit. Every word cut through the wood like a physical blade. "Are you out of your minds? Both of you?!" Maeve’s voice rose first, a sharp, piercing screech that practically vibrated the brass hinges of the door. "We have a literal bleeding Jane Doe in the house, the living room smells like a makeshift morgue, and you guys are acting like we just adopted a stray puppy from the shelter!"