People We Meet On Vacation Book Novels & Stories

Geneveive Tessa Robert According to an online page I read, the Hotel New Grand is the best place to book a room whenever you come over to Paris for a family vacation. Mom had suggested we celebrate the holidays in another country, and according to the votes, France was the pick. So, on a bright Friday morning, everyone hopped into Dad’s friend's private plane, and the next day we arrived in Paris. I couldn’t sleep through the flight because of the kids, but my mom assured me it was fine. They were almost two anyway! I was still worried, so I read through the historical novel I brought along and buried myself in it until I slept off.

~ Megan After a whirlwind of events and celebrations, Charles and I decided it was time to redeem our vacation promise. To escape the hustle and bustle of our daily lives . We had to embark on a much needed vacation. We both craved rest , adventure and most importantly, some alone time that can’t be interrupted. With our bags packed and excitement coursing through our veins, we set off for an exclusive beach resort owned by Charles’ family. Those people’s wealth still gave me a cause for concern. They were wealthy beyond comprehension.

I put the book away in my nightstand to have something to do, give myself a moment, before pulling the covers away from the bed, letting her in. She was still shivering when she lay next to me, curled up to my side, and formed her body to fit mine. This she didn't do often. Cuddled. We'd watched movies, talked long into the night, but rarely got this...intimate. "I'm cold." I rubbed my hand up and down her back to warm her, trying to conjure an idea for conversation that didn't involve how hard a certain part of my anatomy was becoming. "What are you going to do with all of us gone tomorrow night?" Rick, Dee, and I were driving to the coast tomorrow for our annual vacation. Summer had a work

After eating a giant pizza breakfast together with Rolf, I leave my phone tucked between my bedsheets before heading outside to explore the Maldives. Axel can wait. I need to focus on myself, but to do that, I have to take care of a slight problem—my boredom and loneliness. Therefore, I search through the bizarre in town proper until finding a bookstore. Every house is built of wood, and the colors are flaky, yet I feel at home on this island. Even the bookstore gives me an inviting spirit as I enter it. The bell above the door makes a sound, and I wave at the older man standing behind the desk as I enter the dusty old bookstore.

I never expected him to say those next words, though. “Pack a bag. We’re going on vacation.” … Arriving at the resort felt like stepping into another world. The sun warmed our skin as the ocean breeze danced around us, promising escape. Thea had practically bounced with excitement, dragging Elijah and me toward the shoreline with endless plans for our mini-vacation. Thea grinned up at Elijah, then nudged me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Elijah, I think Agnes needs sunscreen! You wouldn’t want her to burn, would you?”

Why is it that whenever he speaks, things somehow make sense? The weight of the conversation lingered between us, but something stirred in me—an idea that brightened my mood and suddenly seemed too good not to share. "About Valentine’s Day," I began cautiously, glancing at Roman to gauge his reaction. "Well, my plans before… they were to go to the Maldives for a vacation." I paused, letting out a small laugh that felt hollow. "I even booked everything myself—for Ethan and me. Most of it is non-refundable, so it’s all going to waste now."

That was right when my vacation ended. I went home and tore down the photo wall. I threw out everything that had anything to do with us. Then I grabbed my suitcase, booked a flight, and left on my own. On my first day, I went to Clearwater Bay. This was the trip Andrew and I had planned three years ago, back when Chloe had just started and the company was booming. Andrew said we couldn't afford to take our foot off the gas, so we shelved it. We never brought it up again.

“Ok, I was just about to tell Hillary to go wake you up. We haven’t been gathered here for long, we were just deciding where our next vacation would be. We’ve literally visited everywhere we could think of and we were hoping you might have some ideas.” “None at the moment,” I wasn’t interested in going for another vacation, the only thing I was interested in was the handsome man I had just met in the tavern, the only person I was just interested in was John, and it was really hard not to think about him while I stood there. “Ok then, you all can go brainstorm your ideas on where you want us to go, then we’ll come back and have another meeting and we can all make a final decision.”

"Well, I thought we're gonna rub minds about it." Hannah shrugged in response. "It starts with you, princess. You're the chairperson!" She winked at her. Janice giggled. "Give me a break! We're best friends and we're in this together. Just in case you seem to forget." Hannah rolled her eyes at her. " like I would forget that." They huddled close together with their faces about two inches apart. "Okay, so I've been thinking...we should go to an entirely different place this time. Our last vacation was in Paris. So how does Africa sound like?" She said as she rubbed her chin.

And in that moment, something inside me settled. “Thank you, Kiara,” I whispered against her hair. We stayed like that for a while. No words. Just breathing on each other's shoulders. That feeling of starting all over again. Eventually, I pulled back slightly, looking at her. A small smile tugged at my lips. “Let’s go on a vacation.” She blinked.Then scoffed lightly. “I just came back from one.” “This one is different,” I said. “This one is as a family.” She stared at me for a second.