Sanditon Novels & Stories

Sienna: The soft hum of birdsong outside the cottage window was the first thing I noticed. That, and the warmth. It was a warmth that I felt, that I did not expect to feel, that I did not know or understand. But the smile that formed on my lips told me quickly that I was well aware of what it was from, that it was from one person and one person alone. It wasn’t from the fire, which had long since burned down to soft embers. But from him. From Damon.

“I don’t know why I let you convince me you had anything to offer. Clearly, you’re useless.” “Well, clearly, I’m not as well-connected as you are,” Sandy said, hoping her empty flattery would distract Bianca from the fact that she really didn’t know as much as she pretended to. “I mean, you have access to so many powerful people. I knew Ronan had a Luna, but I heard he’s been keeping it pretty private.” Inwardly, Sandy felt herself relax. She really had thought that woman was Julia, but after finding out that was Ronan’s Luna…well, there was no way her boring sister was mate to the Alpha.

Ava stood outside the small, desolate bungalow at the edge of the Sandbar, her silhouette barely visible in the sweeping darkness. The sandstorm raged around her like a living thing—howling, furious—grains of sand slashing at her skin and finding their way into her mouth each time she opened it to speak. She cupped her hand over her mouth, struggling to breathe as the wind threatened to knock her off balance. “Mr. Vanderbilt…” she rasped into the phone, her voice raw and wind-snatched.

Somewhere beyond the hills, Ignatius laughed-the dawn had reached his window and the world, at last, was breathing in peace. __________________________________________THE END____________________________________________________________

Sandra and I took the time to update each other about our lives, talking about the things that a phone screen could not say and the emotions that a phone call would never be able to convey. It wasn’t long before we reached the bistro. It was cute and casual, the type of place I could have picked even. We spoke for a while before Sandra, in her usual way, steered the conversation to me. “You know Reine, I still don’t get why you decided you wanted to stay in that godforsaken town.” I admonished her gently, “Not everyone hates Youngstown, Sandra.” Sandra rolled her eyes. “Trust me, I got that the first hundred times you told me. I’m still trying to process it. You’re so smart. And with your cr

Before he could figure out whether he ought to pursue the issue to suss out if Ari had a problem with that, a car pulled into the drive. "Anybody you know?" Flynn asked. "Nope. Maybe it's one of the new reservations." "If it is, they're early." The sedan rolled to a stop in front of the steps and the driver, a middle-aged man with graying sideburns and a neat goatee, stepped out, followed by a woman Flynn assumed was his wife. "Good day to you," Flynn called. "Welcome to the Misfit Inn." "Oh honey, he's Irish!" the woman exclaimed.

Sandra says, “Can you move in with me?“ Richard asked, “Maybe after my final exams,” Sandra says, and Richard starts the car engine and drove to the hostel where he dropped Sandra, and she came out of the car, she walked to the entrance of the hostel where she met Bounty, “welcome, what did you bring for me?“ Bounty asked, “only roasted meat” Sandra retorted, “you didn't bring soft drinks?“ Bounty asked,

Steve sat in his car and watched Carla walk into her home, today can only be described in two words, A DISASTER. And Steve saying that, was an understatement. What exactly did they go to do at the beach? They walked, changed their clothes, and came back? Carla didn’t even wait for them to change back into their real clothes and had returned home in her one-piece swimsuit. It was barely twelve and they were back already, did being with him make her so uncomfortable? He wondered with a sigh.

I never knew he could be so sweet. After about an hour, Kash finished cleaning the floor. He then went into the bathroom to wash his face and walked out. "You’re hungry, right?" There were beads of water dripping from Kash's damp hair. With his exotic features, he showed an evil and handsome smile. I nodded and then shook my head. He laughed brightly and walked over to pat my head. He then thought of something and withdrew his hand. "Come on." I stood up. He took his jacket. "Is it okay to eat pizza? Those girls recommended a good place to eat pizza."

So she was forced to get up and open the knocker. "Good morning Miss." Troy's casual greeting to the maiden. River showed her simple smile and then reciprocated with a good greeting at Troy. “Good morning Troy,” She says. Troy smiled slightly but in an instant his face became serious. "Spynx is calling you," he said to River. The smile on River's lips immediately disappeared and was replaced by sadness. "All right I'll follow, I'll take a bath first," he said to Troy. Troy just nodded and then immediately left.