Sandcastle Novels & Stories

She had not expected Caleb to cuss and hurriedly answered his question. “I’m at The Sandfish.” That was where Caleb and his entourage had gone just now. It was a huge, expansive beach that housed a single small cottage. After the sandstorm from ten years ago, the employees had left the cottage there as a warning sign. They had just spent the afternoon visiting that very same cottage. It was about 50 square feet and had been thoroughly cleaned, but Penny did not have the keys. If she were at The Sandfish now, it meant she was on flat land without a single hiding space!

Silas had given up trying until he figured out he could do the same to his friend. So he started calling his friend 'beta' which he highly disliked but who cared, definitely not Silas. Kyle furrowed his brows in irritation but quickly masked it, "Luna Iris has been asking for you. She's afraid your back would bent permanently if you spend one more second doing paperwork." Kyle tried his best to hide the humour but his eyes betrayed him. Silas chuckled hearing his wife's concerns, she knew him so well "I was about to leave actually" he said pushing back the chair and standing up to his full height of 6'4.

he said while massaging the bridge of his nose. Lady Clementine’s dancing… Yes… she’s doing sword dancing and she’s moving swiftly like she has no bones at all. The minotaurs are attacking those who are in their sight, that’s why they are all attacking Lady Clementine. “You mentioned earlier that she has limits as well, shouldn’t we help her then?” Princess Zia asked Prince Leo.

She was about to give up and tell Salvador they should head back when her eyes caught a black shiny object half buried in the sand. Sandy really does knows how to take care of her stuffs. Luna couldn't help but sigh when thought off all the things she could afford with the phone in front of her. A brand new laptop would be nice. Sandy had pestered Vanessa for months to get her the latest iphone, and now she owns one, there it is, lying on the sand. Half dead and in dire need of an ambulance. More like a CRU. She had just picked up the phone when her eyes caught a dark figure between the tress. She squint her eyes, staring intently at the figure.

"Don't be amazed." The two boys shrugged at each other. The three WDF men were now sitting on a bench in the airship's man-made park. Sanders leaned back with his arms behind his head. "Wow! I can't believe I'm actually in the Cyrus! Look at all these beautiful girls!" Sanders was saying. "Not to mention smart," Phil warned. "So don't count on it, Sanders." "Your punishment isn't so bad after all, Archer. Speaking of...I see a target...and I've never seen such a beautiful, angelic lady in my whole life..."

He was serious about this, it was definitely not a spur of the moment question. "Princess, I've been keeping this for days. I was waiting for the right moment, I was going to ask you to go to our a sexy beach getaway and propose to you there. Maybe celebrate with a sexy cake from the little old lady that sells them on her beachfront cake shop." He smirked and winked at me deviously, remembering the naughty cake that we saw she sold for a bachelorette party.

He said with a kiss on River's neck and shoulders. He and River hadn't had an intersection for a few days so he was eager to claim her again. He never got tired of River's body even though he didn't know much about sex. For him, River was his safe haven. River was his sanctuary where he felt peace when he was next to her and cuddling her. Despite every time he comes from the chaotic world that evil calls the black underworld, River is the one he wants to see and go home for. If for River it is a safe zone where she lives, for him River is his safe place. Whenever River takes good care of him and Spawn, he feels the silence and calmness next to her. He feels at peace whenever she is his compa

“Then what is the point?” I take a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down.“The point is, I told you—explicitly—that the card attached to the dress should state that it came from Santa. To humans, Santa is an old man with a kind heart who grants wishes no matter how hard. I wanted her to believe the dress came from him—not the damn CEO she thinks she’s supposed to fall for. But now… she knows, Caleb. Because of your screw-up, she knows Santa and the CEO are one and the same.” Caleb blinks, then scratches the back of his neck. His hesitation is all the confirmation I need.

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.

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!”