Sandcastle Novels & Stories

"Of what?" "Of the water." I pulled her closer. "The water will not hurt you. I am here." She closed her eyes. Pressed her face into my side. "Okay." The safe house was a castle. Old. Stone. Towers. Flags flying in the wind. Red and white. Sable stepped onto the shore. "Marcus bought this. For Anna. For the children." I helped Lily out of the boat. "It is beautiful." Sable looked at the castle. Her face was soft. "It is safe."

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 faça

I said trying to get more information. "Salvador thinks its one of the brooks."Jack said. "Then how did the person get inside." "Everybody knows that the brooks train their guards so its no news if there break into our hideouts." "That's not good." "Let's just get going ,lets not keep Mr Salvador waiting."He said . Me and jack were driving in his car while Mr Salvador was in the other car at our front. They don't know the way to the place the building is in a hidden location and you can it a million times without even knowing.

She buried her head into her hands and sobbed. “Mummy can you give auntie a hug?” Sean asked his mother. “She is very sad.” Natasha turned to look at Luyando’s desperate state. “Sean, why don’t you and I go out and take a look at the beautiful orchard behind the house?” Tulani took his son’s hand and led him out of the room. “What is an orchard dad?” Sean asked. “It is a garden of fruits son.” “Woooow. Are there apples there?” the four year old asked excitedly.

“That's a bummer, huh?” They spent the next hour or so building the sandcastle, and by the time they were done, it looked like the Taj Mahal. It was at least as big as a dog house, with two stories and intricate windows engraved in the walls by Ethan. “I need a picture of this,” Laura said, pulling out her phone. “Wait, hold on,” Ethan said, hopping up from the sand. “I'll take the picture with you and the kids next to the castle. It'll be a family picture for you.”

I saved up everything I had and bought parts at the local junkyard to work on my bikes. When I found the Sandcastles, it was like coming home. I was eighteen. I just left home, rode my bike out to Austin with nothing but a duffle bag full of clothes and some money in my pocket. I found them on that first day and never left again. It wasn't easy joining the Sandcastles. I had to hang around the bar they used as their clubhouse for over a year before someone invited me to pledge. The man who sponsored me, his name was Leopold. Big guy, old-timer, member of the council. He took me under his wing, taught me everything he knew. I ple

Ash focused his entire attention on Rosalie, his gaze fixed on the woman in red in front of him. Even though Rosalie appeared resigned, he knew that as a mother, Rosalie wanted to use all of her strength to find her beloved daughter's body. They scattered through the forest in a straight line—parallel to facilitate common ground when they found what they were looking for—at that moment, after each gave a nod of agreement. *** At Skarsgard Castle Gabe and his two friends were visibly concerned as they observed some of the sturdy structures partially collapsing. Not at all, contrary to what Loui previously stated. Instead of being completely destroyed by fire, the classic structure was only pa

And it's built on cliff like terrain, with enormous jagged rocks jutting out at every angle I look. "Welcome, welcome." My attention snaps back to the task at hand at the sound of that enthusiastic voice. When I turn, I stumble upon a heavily built man. His skin is a rich dark chocolate. His hair is a luxurious cascade of dripping curls reaching his shoulders. He's dressed entirely in white sportswear. Joggers and all. Rows upon rows of gold jewelry hang from him. Even his fingers aren't spared. "Samson." The man spreads his arms wide, never moving from his regal golden velvet seat beside a large S shaped swimming pool.

With a stride, he walked to the vendor's stand, leaving Annabelle and Camille, hand in hand. The sea breeze whispered secrets as they basked in the sun, their laughter echoing, the waves having fun. Devon returned, drinks in hand, a smile so bright, A family moment, pure delight. As they sipped their coconut drinks, Camille's eyes sparkled with creativity. "Let's build a sandcastle, Dad!" she exclaimed, tugging on Devon's hand. Annabelle smiled, and together they set to work, constructing a majestic castle with towers and moats. Camille giggled as she added seashells and other beach treasures to their masterpiece.

It's not like it can ever be out of this forsaken mansion. It must be Maximo, he seems kinder than they said. The scent of sandalwood tells me otherwise. I sigh and snuggle onto it, enjoying the gentle feeling it brings, my mind is floating and everything seems to be nice. Like I am living in Wonderland, heck no! That's not a great comparison, even Wonderland has monsters. My mind, however, has this protective mechanism that refuses to cooperate and agrees that terrible things can happen to me. It's good at making up sweet delusions, and right now it's telling me Santino is a nice, kind man.