Reading Book On Beach Novels & Stories

However, it was a hidden beach at the far back of the castle, almost quaint and deserted. Usually, the pack hosts ceremonies here, but other than that, the beach is always quiet. It was fascinating to hear that no one frequented this place, especially living so close to it. Taking notice of the long white benches and the rocks, I envisioned bringing a book here and resting for a while. I silently complied with his request, tugging my heels off, and watched as the Alpha straightened up, his hair now carelessly tousled across his forehead. It must be the wind.

When I looked later, she was down on the dock again with her beach bag, hat, and towel. The black bikini covered even less of her ass than the one yesterday, the cups barely would have covered her nipples. I threw a towel over my shoulder and headed down the path to the lake. It was early enough that a few fishermen were nearby in boats but doing more ogling than fishing. Cara bent over to spread her towel giving them a boner-hardening view of her ass, then turned, and leaned over to get her book out of the beach bag while letting her tits swing free and threaten to come out of the tiny triangles.

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

“Any more pancakes?” “No, Petal, we’re okay,” she replied, sitting down. “Right here’s fine.” Someone called out, “You’ll get sunburned!”—their voice carrying like a distant chant, yet not too far away. Sitting at the beach, I held a book up in my hands, reading. The sun beamed down as my phone suddenly rang from an unknown number. “Hello?” I answered. “Yes?” I pulled the phone away from my ear, ended the call, and tried to guess who it was.

The face of the goddess-like sun is encircled by the subdued naval fingers of the skyline. It awakened my senses in a way I'd never seen or felt before in the sun's drab brightness. The picture appeared to be from a painting, as everything appeared to have come to a complete stop. On the black beach, the waves slowly crash into white foam. In contrast to the sun's beams, the tiny crystals in the sand shimmer and shine magnificently. The wind carries the seagulls. When I turned around, the design of a beach house near them amazed me. On the deck, you may unwind, read a book, and enjoy a bottle of red wine while taking in the ocean.

Back to her high roof sprinter van, her studio on wheels at the coast. Gunner crunches his food between his teeth, while Gracie sports a teal swimsuit with a cream colored lacey cover up, chewing daintily on spinach and egg whites. Then, sips on her morning coffee; a pumpkin mocha, savoring the flavor, breathing in its aroma, of Autumn in a cup, mixed with salty air. She marvels at the sea while reading a book, sitting in a foldable chair, under a shaded canopy. Her golden brown waves are gently nudged by the breeze. Hours pass on this peaceful morning, and before she knows it, lunch time has arrived. The joy of watching waves while reading all morning has given Gracie a satisfied mood. Sav

"I remember the voice..." "But I can't remember the face." The White Book floated between them. Golden words slowly appeared across its pages. The face was erased... ...to protect the story. The First Reader lowered his head. "So the sacrifice reached even that far." The doorway leading to the Silent Shore widened. The white mist slowly cleared. For the first time... they could see what lay beyond. An endless beach stretched beneath a pale sky. The sea was perfectly still. No waves. No wind. Thousands of abandoned books rested upon the silent sand.

Seated beneath the shade of a rocky outcrop near the edge of the shoreline, he sat alone with a book resting in his hands. Always with a damn book. He was close enough to hear the laughter and occasional shouting from the others, but far enough away to avoid participating. The book was open but his attention wasn't. His eyes moved across the pages automatically, scanning words that never truly registered. A frustrated sigh escaped him. He closed the book and rested it beside him. His gaze drifted toward the ocean. Wave after wave rolled forward endlessly. No hesitation. No fear. No regret. No second-guessing. They simply moved forward. Again and again.

*DANICA* There's no way we're doing that today. Not only were they many people on the beach but also because I love this bikini Andro got me. It was sexier than the one that got stolen so I can't let them take this from me as well. My drink sat untouched and my novel completely forgotten. I had found something better to stimulate my imagination. And I wasn't alone, judging by the riveted gazes of several women lounging on the beach.

Right, I will just read a book for an hour before I head off towards the Beach. I grab a Book from the shelf and stick my head into it as I try make it comfortable on Noel’s bed. Doesn’t take me long to get into the whole story about a Girl who lost her Family to find the love of her life but he is in a gang and they aren’t allowed to be seen together… will you look at that.