Sandcastle Novels & Stories

Samuel We’re trying our best to restrain ourselves from acting on our instinticts and claiming her right here but she’s not helping any of us with that look upon her eyes. They were on fire but there was something else dancing on those gorgeous hazel eyes. Innocence. And that was driving us mad. Pandora

Fortunately, Jaxon was a member of every beach in the county. My husband opened the trunk, and got out our beach towels, chairs and several little plastic buckets that would be perfect for sandcastle building. "I'm not exactly a boy scout, but I like to think that I'm always prepared," Jaxon said with a grin. "If my girls want a sandcastle, then Dada will make a sandcastle!" "Sandcastle!" Camilla replied, clapping her little hands together in glee. "Dada make!"

The rest of the people who didn't openly gawk at us, where mostly tourist and families who wanted to enjoy their weekends since Lake George itself was the perfect place for enjoyable weekends. Currently, Sam who is in just in his denim shorts and Sarah who has just her matching bikini of pink and white polka dots design, are building a sand castle on Evans who's whistling, stealing glances at girls butt who walk by. Sam throws a sand ball at him and he just throws his head back laughs out of excitement.

Fair. Immediately. Reasonable. Everyone looked. God. The sandcastle was enormous. Fair. Like a real castle. Reasonable. Towers. God. Bridges. Fair. Flags. Reasonable honestly. Everything. God. Then Lily pulled Adrian toward it. Fair. Just for a closer look. Reasonable. Just for a minute. God. One tiny minute. Fair. One harmless minute. Reasonable honestly. Then they stopped. God. Admiring the castle. Fair.

I eat silently and think about my plan. I’ll sneak into Isidorus’ wing. Take a handful of the traveling sand. This place is highly enchanted which doesn’t allow anyone to travel in or out of this place with the help of traveling sand. I could travel somewhere inside the Kingdome with the traveling sand but to travel somewhere outside the Kingdom, I need to get to this secluded sanctuary which is not enchanted.

After bathing Harley and dressing him in clean pajamas, Cynthia listened as he rubbed his eyes and excitedly recounted their day—how he and Lucien had played at the beach, built a huge sandcastle together. When Cynthia finished cleaning up the bathroom and came out, Harley was snuggling up to Lucien again. Lucien scooped him up, and Harley beamed up at him. "Uncle Lucien, let's take Mommy to see our big sandcastle tomorrow! And the giant turtle! I wanna see the big turtle again!" Lucien glanced at Cynthia. "Go ask your mom if she wants to come with us. If she says yes, we'll go." Harley ran over immediately. "Mommy, Mommy! There

"Daddy! Over here! Help me build a castle!" Junior shouted from the shoreline, his hands busily scooping sand with delight. "Coming, sweetheart. Daddy's coming," Lucas replied, half-running toward his son. Without hesitation, he sat cross-legged on the wet sand, letting his pants get dirty from the splashing seawater. "This part needs to be thicker in the front so it won't collapse when the waves hit it." "If the waves come, will it break, Daddy?" Junior asked innocently, blinking as he looked at Lucas with pure curiosity.