Seaglass Cottage Novels & Stories

He whispered, placing his lips close to my ear. Oh, dear! What exactly did they have in mind? They had promised it would be different in the room. They had just made love with me at the shore, but back in the cottage, they promised a good fuck. And hard. The door slammed shut behind us. As the cottage was had an open design where it faced the ocean and adorned with white light curtains, I could still hear the waves crashing against the rocks. The open design of the cottage allowed the salty sea breeze to permeate the air, carrying with it a wild abandon.

Her gaze was fixated on the villa. It was a vintage two-story cottage located by the seaside. Its red roof and garden filled with blooming red roses made it seem like a scene straight out of a fairy tale. It was as picturesque as a painting. Seeing how Larissa's eyes were glued to it, Ambrose asked, "Do you like it?" "It's quite pretty," she replied, nodding her head. He said warmly, "Buy it if you like it. We can spend our holidays there." Larissa was very intrigued by his suggestion.

003 AUGUST No one had been inside the Loz feliz glass mansion before. We only imagine how it was. It wasn't just big, it was offensively big. The kind of house that could make you feel poor even from a distance. The Uber dropped me at the front entrance. As I stepped out, I was faced with towering gates climbing into the sky. The gates gleamed under the sunlight. I came very early. You wouldn't come late to a one-thousand-dollar weekly paid job. But suddenly, my black tank top felt extravagant. Like I’d shown up at a funeral in a crop top.

We'd rest when we got there. Cambria appeared as the sky started to lighten. A small coastal town that looked like it had been assembled from a postcard collection. Main street with local shops. A bakery with a chalkboard sign. A hardware store with a flag out front. Houses spread along the hillside above a stretch of rocky coast where the ocean hit the shore in steady, rhythmic crashes that I could hear through the car windows even before I parked. The cottage was at the end of a quiet road. Small. White paint, slightly weathered. A porch with two chairs and a view of the water through a gap in the neighboring houses. The key was under a ceramic pot near the front step, exactly where Naomi

I follow suit and stops next to him. I glance down at myself. The purple sundress I borrowed from Jordan's sister looks perfectly good on me, and I begin to come to a conclusion that this island basically has every fabric and garment that suits every woman in the world. Perhaps I'm being exaggerating but it really does comes close. The cottage looks utterly soothing. Made entirely out of giant timbers with gray windows that minimized views from the outside. He leads me inside the wide cottage and as he does, everyone would genuinely greet him in process.

Unconsciously, I stuffed more of the pasta into my mouth to hide my blush making my mouth look like a small baby whale. The boat started slowing down and I guess that we were nearing the shore of the island. My eyes widened in wonder as they fell on the now clean house. It was huge. Mega huge. And the house was mostly made of glass. It was beautiful, designed neatly and professionally. It looked like a dream house.

I smiled then stood. I walked into the cottage on the beach then got in. The cottage was very dark. It had a bed for two, three chairs with a small wooden table. It had a small television with a wardrobe and three drawers. There was also a door that led to a very small toilet. There were two standing fans and three small windows in the cottage. I sank into the bed. I was too tired and my back ached so much. I was slowly dozing off even though it wasn't intentional.

She glanced around, her eyes wide with awe, but there was a hesitation in her steps—an uncertainty that Michael either didn’t notice or chose to ignore. The cottage was massive, each suite tailored for couples seeking the perfect honeymoon escape. Everything from the soft ambient lighting to the subtle scent of roses hinted at romance and exclusivity. Large bay windows framed stunning views of the resort’s private gardens, where other couples strolled hand in hand, lost in their own worlds.

“Gabriel wouldn’t have sent us here otherwise.” “She could be another ghost.” “She could be the reason we’re still standing.” That silenced him. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Coastal Cottage — 10:07 a.m. Perched on the edge of the bluff like it had been forgotten by time, the cottage looked more ruin than refuge. Peeling paint, sagging roof, vines choking the porch rails. Still, the curtain stirred. Juliette froze mid-step. A sensation curled in her gut: part instinct, part blood memory. Something in her bones recognized this place.

The boy encouraged with a smile at his sister and we all turned just as they uncovered the gift to the left. “Wow! This is super amazing. Mum, look at that.” Erica screamed and I could not even utter a word, even though I wanted to tell her I was looking. Really looking at the wonder God just gave me as a partner. With my past, never have I expected to get this lucky. Not with a man anyways. To our left is a beautiful princess cottage. A pink outdoor play cottage that even without touching yet, one would know it’s from the best store in the country. Expensive and highly recommended, it features smooth wood details, an adorable chimney, large beautiful windows and even a working doorbell.