Sand Castle Novel Novels & Stories

She is still the same. "Remember, you destroyed my sandcastle once!" Flashback Teenage Zoya and Sahir "Sahir, look at my castle tadaaa!" Zoya happily looked at her castle. She felt like she had accomplished something great! Her hands & knees were covered with wet beach sand. Suddenly her nose itched and she rubbed it with her dirty hands, covering her nose with sand. Her ocean coloured Kurti was also covered with the sand. Sahir looked amazed seeing her castle. "Well, look at MY castle" he crossed his hands across his chest. He looked proudly at his castle. His hands, knees, face as well as his shirt too covered with the wet sand.

Mrs Sprocket somehow worked out that something will happen to Belle Rose when they are at the castle, and she got a strange feeling that Belle Rose's dream last night will come true. Belle Rose was allowed to take the book about the castle to visit back to Mrs Sprocket's house and carry on research in her own time. The school finished, and Belle Rose left with Mrs Sprocket as they head towards Mrs Sprocket's home. Mrs Sprocket allowed Belle Rose to use the dining table to carry on with her research about the castle that they are going to for the school trip, and she got some drinks for her and Belle Rose. Belle Rose wrote 6 pages of the history of the castle, and she drew the castle thrice.

"You knew Sandy?" "I watched him grow up," Araminta confesses. "His grandmother and I worked together during the wars. Sandy spent his childhood moving between Haven and Crescent City. He was a child of both worlds, even though he was a wolf. That's how he met my Anise. They started out playing in the street in front of this shop...well actually they started out fighting," she smirks as she looks toward the door as if she can still see them frolicking in the street with other wolves and witches. "Over time, the arguments became less and less and their relationship grew into something more. It was beautiful, watching their love blossom. It took them a while to figure it out, but when they did

“I’m busy.” “Busy?” Sandy repeated mockingly while stepping closer, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. “Doing what exactly? Pretending you actually belong here?” Before I could react, she reached across the table and snatched the blue folder containing my manuscript. My body jerked upright immediately. “Hey,” I snapped, shoving the chair backward while forcing myself to stand despite the weakness trembling through my legs. “Give that back.” Sandy opened the folder slowly, her eyes scanning the top page while a cruel smile spread gradually across her face.