Reading Book On Beach Novels & Stories

I looked at his face in the early light — the particular quiet of him asleep, and felt the warmth of the morning and decided that nausea was not going to be the thing I focused on today. I got up carefully and went to make tea. By nine we were on the beach. It was the kind of morning that felt designed — water so clear you could see the bottom twenty feet out, the heat already building but not yet unreasonable, the beach entirely ours in every direction. Caleb had brought the good towels and a bag with water and fruit and a book he hadn't opened in days because every time he picked it up something more interesting happened. "You're not reading," I said. "I'm reading," he said, from where he

I took my towel, sunglasses, sunblock, bottled water, and a book before I started walking towards the beach. He's a busy man. He can come and find me when he's finished. I needed to think this through. I need my girls. I finally found my spot and started laying down my towel on the sand. I sat on my towel, put on my sunblock, then started reading. Hey...this is not too shabby. I liked the remote island vibe after a couple of minutes of relaxing and diving into my book. I didn't want to get tan lines, so I unclasped my bikini top and laid on my belly before I continued to read.

By the time she moved, the room was already dark. She carried the book with her out to the balcony at the back of the house, the one that overlooked the beach. The air was cooler now, salted, the kind of breeze that wrapped around your skin like comfort. A soft outdoor light flickered on automatically, bathing the space in a warm glow, providing her with just enough light to read. She curled into one of the chairs, bare feet tucked beneath her, and kept reading. Waves rose and fell in a steady rhythm, everything was so peaceful out here, she could stay here the whole day.

KEIRA I wrapped my hand around Clint's arm as we strolled along the sun-kissed beach. The sand felt warm beneath my bare feet, and the rhythmic crash of the waves created a soothing soundtrack to our leisurely walk. It was a beautiful summer day, and the beach was brimming with life. People of all ages dotted the shoreline, their laughter and chatter blending with the gentle breeze. "It is quite crowded today," I remarked, glancing around at the vibrant scene unfolding before us.

*** Tessa kicked her bare feet in the cooling shallow waters of the gently sloping beach, ambling casually and unhurriedly through the surf towardthe far end of the beach, to the tranquil spot far away from other people. She wore a small bikini in bright yellow, the colour she felt, did so enhance a good even tan and that in turn would improve on her already good looks. Equipped with the present novel she was reading, her sun hat, a good pair of sunglasses and a beach towel, she splashed her way along the deserted beach and then turned in and up the beach toward the tree-line. At about fifteen feet back from the sea and midway up the beach she stopped and spread out the towel, sitting down i

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!

“You know what? You’re the most hardworking person I know. I can’t believe you’re spending the whole summer break just… working. Don’t you even have a plan to go on a vacation? Catch some rays? Hiking? Sightseeing? Beach?” Beach. A sudden memory tickles at the back of my mind. The scent of salty air, the feel of grainy white sands against my skin… and the crystal blue water that greets my eyes every morning. Yeah, I used to live on a beach, alright. And I’ve had enough fill of that to last a lifetime. Now, I’m not excited to go back. “Nah. I’m good. Working at the café is an exciting getaway too.” I take a deep breath and slide the bookmark onto the page before tucking the book back into my

I am getting all wet thinking about him. I grab my beach bag and blanket to head for the beach. I open the French doors of my beach house and walk right out onto the beach. I look for a spot so that I can have a good view of the volleyball game. I know he will be here soon to play with a few other guys. I settle on a place not too far from my beach house and put my blanket down. I get a book out of my bag and a bottle of water. I settle in and wait for him.

She and Rachel ran upstairs to freshen up and doll themselves up, and almost an hour later, they were ready to leave. They were all stunned to find the beach already swarming with people, considering it wasn't even 1:00 PM. Setting up their picnic spot didn't take long, and after much persuasion from her friends, Cadence agreed to a game of beach volleyball. After a while, though, she grew bored and left the match. She rummaged through her bag and fished out the crime thriller paperback she'd been meaning to finish for ages now. But a few pages into the book, she was out like a light, snoring peacefully on the blanket despite all the noise around her.

The young woman couldn't find enough strength or the right to thank him for the book, but she had a feeling her father, on some level, understood. All of them spent the next couple of hours on the beach. She didn't return to the room until the rest of the company decided they'd had enough of the sun, and by then, her skin already felt a bit sore. She always had a paler complexion, and today the sun had been particularly harsh. Rubbing her left arm, the pregnant woman turned on the radio and cranked one of the windows open to let some fresh air into the room. Sitting down on the bed, she brought the book her father handed her closer to the chest. A warm feeling settled in her chest, inhaling