Sand Castle Novel Novels & Stories

I help her lift it up, and that is when we see the book that is just sitting there in the sand. I hear Nova's breathing seize. “What's that?” She asks, her voice barely above a whisper. I look around one more time, making sure that we aren't being watched, as I pull the book out of the sand, dusting off the cover. There isn't a name. As I open the book and flip through the pages, they are slightly damp, with almost all the pages empty. I get to the middle, and that is when I see the first drop of ink in the book. The handwriting is more or less scribbling, but I can clearly read everything.

He was truly speechless. "There are so many graves here, Sandy. How are we supposed to find it?" Cindy Sandford whispered. "Blood Lotus Crystals grow in coffins. We’ll have to dig until we find one," Sandy Sandford said. "But I'm scared, Sandy." When Cindy heard what Sandy said, her face turned pale from fear. "Do you want to save Grandpa, Cindy?" After hearing what Sandy said, Cindy pouted her mouth and said in a steely voice, "I will go all out in order to save Grandpa’s life."

They had surrounded her and were playing with some books and were stepping on it which were of her. Sandhya became angry when she saw that scene. She strode towards that crowd and said, "Did no one teach you that you shouldn't play with books?" Those boys were startled when they heard Sandhya's voice. They haven't thought that someone will try to stop them. They were mad and one of them said enraged, "Who are you? How dare you to meddle? If you are here for work then go to 'your' work. We know what we are doing. Now scram!"

In the rushing sand sea, it could be seen clearly that there were many gray-haired demonic beasts about a foot long, like mice, flying rapidly in the sand. The one that was the first to land on the desert suddenly turned over and disappeared into the sand, as if it was not sand, but water. "Thunder-devouring Rat." As Caspian introduced it to Handsome, he reached out and grabbed it. A fat Thunder-devouring Rat immediately shot out from afar like an arrow and landed steadily in the hands of Caspian. The moment Caspian grabbed it; the Thunder-devouring Rat opened its mouth and let out a chaotic cry.

Sanda noticed my raised eyebrows. “I like girls. What can I say. Do you have a problem with it?” she said, pouring the tea into the porcelain cups. “No, no, not at all. That is entirely your business.” I said, biting my inner cheek. I would never have guessed. I’m sure the entire male species would regard it as a loss, because she was so beautiful. *** “I can’t believe I’ve never seen this part of the pack grounds.” I told Sanda as she took me to see the rest of the grounds. The houses sprawling at the foot of the mountain looked like a village out of a storybook. “This is amazing.”

Noel said rudely Duncan kept quiet noel saw Sandy he admired her. "Who is this beautiful girl please may I know her name? Noel said. Sandy shied and looked at the ground knowing that he is a billionaire's son. "May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?" Noel asked. Duncan looked at her giving an impression that she should tell him her name. "My name is Sandy I am from the village" Sandy said embarrassed. "You should not be embarrassed my name is Noel you are a beautiful girl pleasure meeting you," Noel said confidently.

Bill’s POV The sand is warm beneath me, even as the day starts to cool. Serena’s hand is in mine, her fingers soft and familiar, like they were always meant to fit there. Collin is a few feet away, crouched in the sand and completely in his own world. He’s got a bucket in one hand and a tiny shovel in the other, babbling to himself as he builds a lopsided sandcastle. Every so often, he looks back at us, grinning like he’s waiting for us to applaud his work. We do, of course. Every time.

River was born here in the coven like I was, so he was around my whole life. Our Earth elemental friend is Sandy. She likes to wear sundresses with boots after training each day. She seems sweet but I swear she's crazy as fuck. Her familiar is a damn tarantula named Legs, for crying out loud. This crazy friend of ours came to the coven with her parents when she was five. She was just as strange then as she is now.

My white socks were stained dark red. At first glance, it looked horrifying. Belle covered her face and muttered to herself, “That’s impossible. There’s no way there was glass in the shoe. Somebody must have accidentally dropped it in there.” When Walter saw this, he instantly rushed over, scooped me up, and ran out. Belle chased after him. Just as we were going down the stairs, Walter’s foot slipped. Several marbles had been placed on the stairs. His eyes went wide. He tried to set me down and brace himself, but Belle would not let go of him.

Since mistakes weren’t tolerated, I felt like I couldn’t be myself. As we came around to the side of the mansion, I saw a massive sand sculpture right there on the beach. Bridget ran to it, then threw her arms out, and spun around. “Elva!” she called. “Look what I made you!” Elva gasped, then tugged me forward. We rushed toward the sculpture, which I realized as we drew closer, was an elaborate sandcastle. It was multi-leveled, with towers stretching even taller than Elva. Each tower had winding stairs down the sides that led to a main, large building with carefully carved windows. Every detail was meticulously designed and crafted, even down to the brick façade that covered the entire sculp