On The Beach Novels & Stories

The july morning could not be more beautiful as Riven looked out into the water. The sea was like a mirror, already there was heat shimmer rising from the pebbles of the beach. Riven pulled on a pair of beach shorts as his girlfriend, Wrenda donned a pair of her bikini bottoms. They both walked out of the back door onto the beach and down to the sea for a refreshing dip. He lagged behind slightly so he could cunningly be able to see her perfect bottom wiggle in her bikini briefs.

* Lawrence * The sun was high and merciless, but under the shaded lounge area of the beachfront Magnolia, life was good, too good, maybe. I leaned my back in the woven hammock chair, sunglasses slipping down the bridge of my nose, one arm lazily draped over the cold bottle of beer resting against my stomach. Waves crashed gently in the distance, mingling with the thud of bass from the Bluetooth speaker. My two best friends, Nico and Marcus, were lounging nearby, equally shirtless, equally sunkissed, and equally careless.

He said and I'm not offended by that because a lot of men said the same thing about me. "I know. Will they hate me for this or not?" I asked and he nodded lightly. I walked to the sofa and sat there so Clyde could take a shower. He told me that we will go to Malibu beach after this with the family of course. I played with my phone when suddenly grandma called me. I automatically ran downstairs and when she saw me.. her jaw dropped. "What are you wearing?" "We're going to the beach right?" I asked and she nodded but still gave me a really weird look.

The morning sun was low in the sky, casting a golden hue across the tranquil beach. The waves lapped softly against the shore, their rhythmic sound soothing to the ears. Maxine found herself walking beside Sarah, the sand shifting warmly beneath their feet. It was a rare moment of peace, one that had not been hers in what felt like ages. No Coreen, no bullies, no stress—just the two of them, the sea, and the sky.

But as he knows that he cannot talk to anyone because of Alpha Akin's ruthless authority which spreads far and wide, he saves his tears and his story along with the rest, somewhere in his heart, for another day. I am on an unfamiliar beach beside a market. The beach is filled with a lot of people: babies, adults, grandparents, groups of families, groups of friends, some single people throwing pebbles into the sea, and just a lot of activity. Exactly like the beach would look during the festive seasons.

The beach was not a private estate. It was a stretch of public sand on the coast, littered with shells, slightly sticky with seawater, and packed shoulder-to-shoulder with other families. It was the antithesis of the insulated luxury Alessandro had been raised in, and it was, without question, his favorite place on earth.

There were several kids running at the water and screaming when it hit their feet, a dog losing its mind over a tennis ball, and everything was moving so fast and loud, and completely indifferent to me standing there watching it. I spotted Beck soon enough, cause he was kind of hard to miss. He was on the far left section of beach, where a volleyball net had been set up. Tyler was on the opposite side, and there were four or five others I half recognised from campus. Beck was mid-game, shirtless in the sun with his hair pushed back and his chiseled abs visible for all to see, and he moved around the sand easily like he was back on the football field. He laughed at something Tyler said, his h

"Helbert! Helbert!" Little feet in flip-flops sprinted across the sand towards a young guy with long hair standing barefoot on the beach. The kid’s face lit up with joy, like seeing Helbert on the shore was the best thing that happened to him today, giving him two precious moments at once.

Yvonne said casually. "Ah, you guys don't want to let me in on the fun?" Sarah stretched, still groggy. "Don't worry, you'll be included in all the beach shenanigans," Claire forced a smile. "Speaking of shenanigans, let's hit the beach!" Talia stood up. "We've soaked in enough luxury." They trooped outside. The beach was postcard-perfect, golden sand as far as they could see. They ran towards the water, laughing as the cold sea washed over them.

I looked around on the deserted beach. It was a sun drenched angelic beach...the sunlight glittering on every grain of sand, the beach idyllic, white and fresh. This beach had only magnificent shells resting on its pillow like, floor.The sea washed in, a small wave washed across the sand dissolving the remaining foot prints of Dylan. I didn't know what to do ,i closed my eyes and listened to the melody of the sea. I was suddenly interrupted by sudden pair of hand around my waist,picking me up like a little baby!