Sand Castle Novel Novels & Stories

he muttered, fingers already racing over the keys, forcing the phone to spill its secrets. ~~~~~~~ NIGHT ~~~~~~~ Sandro sat behind his desk, his sharp gaze fixed on Scylla and Fire as silence pressed heavily in the room. A deep sigh escaped him. “What do you mean Caspian is your long-dead twin brother?” Sandro’s voice was low, edged with disbelief.

With a swift movement, he grabbed the novel from Sandra’s hand and that was when the laughter from the crowd died down into whispers and confusion. Danny and Sandra’s faces twisted as well in confusion and Sandra immediately said to him, “well, she wrote an erotic story about her stepbrother….she has a crush on him. That's disgusting!” She said everyone roared in agreement but Frank laughed out suddenly to my surprise and said to her. “A crush? That novel was written about me, clowns! So was this the cause of the whole bully?” When he said that my stomach twisted into knots and the words came like a punch.

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However, after a few seconds, a huge hand suddenly condensed in the sky and viciously smacked down King Sandros. Boom! King Sandros was smacked hard to the ground. His entire body sank into it. The Nature’s Book rolled to the side. That huge hand immediately grabbed Nature’s Book.

Jack asks if he can get a Naughty Shirley Temple later. When he sees I haven't noticed it yet, Noah points me toward the center of the room where the food is. I gasp. The centerpiece is a giant sandcastle. It is an almost perfect replica of the one we built so long ago. It's beautiful. I step closer and realize that there is more to it than just the towers and seashells, though. The moat is shallow and filled with some sort of glass to make it look like water. Swimming through the glass are sharks made of sand. Lemon sharks.

The space is loud, messy, gloriously chaotic in the best possible way. Sandra is five years old, all dark curls, storm-gray eyes, and my stubborn mouth is perched on the back of the couch like a pirate queen commanding her fleet. She’s wearing a makeshift crown made of paper and tape, waving a cardboard sword (formerly a paper towel roll) with the authority of someone twice her age. “Leo! The castle needs more towers! Caspian, stop eating the Lego bricks, those are structural!”

I changed my clothes and glanced at Sander who was watching me changing into indoor clothing. "It is surprising that I saw you taking a nap at this time around, sweetheart. Is staying at the river bank not interesting to you?" I asked when I finished dressing up. Sander shook his head. "I have fun, Mama. I even studied there. Sire taught me something new." He stood up and took the book. "He let me borrow this book, Mama." My eyes widened when I took it and was surprised that the book was all about war tactics. Creasing my forehead, I glanced at Sander. "Sweetheart... This is not a children's book..." I said, shocked that Sander could read half of it.

Sandra cleared her throat as soon as she managed to get out of the charm of Ethan's body that had bewitched her, turning her gaze in another direction. Then her eyes stopped, finding an object that was familiar to her. Nine volumes of the novel A Billionaire's Path to Revenge lay in a mess on the floor surface. It looked like it was there by accident. From the physicality of the book, it was obvious Ethan had always read it, as it looked like a book that was read often. “This...” Sandra was about to pick it up when Ethan blocked her, picking up all the books quickly and placing them on his desk, looked so panicked.

Everything felt like it just happened yesterday. Draco walked to the beach and bent down. He grabbed a handful of sand and said, “When you were a kid, you loved to come here and play with sand. You even said you wanted to build a castle with sand. However, every time you came and built a castle, the river’s tide would come in and destroy it before you could even finish. “You used to cry and bug me to build sandcastles with you. “That was why I would squat and build the castle with you. Your mother would always laugh at both of us and ask why we wouldn’t build the castle further away from the river.”