Seaside Novels & Stories

The day was glass. Sun on water. A cool southerly combed small ripples into the ferry’s wake as it chugged off the mainland with five cars and a single truck—Bambi’s Gardening & Transformations stamped in green along the side. Scott leaned on the portside rail and worked his sunglasses with one hand. The coastline fell away, colours flattening to a band of gold and gum. Seagulls rode the slipstream; a pod of dolphins stitched silver arcs across the bow, here and gone.

July arrived like divine compensation for all the winters that had frozen me from the inside. The air was warm, salty, and filled with the scent of ocean, sunscreen, and freedom. The beach house we rented on the West Coast sat atop a dramatic cliff, with a panoramic view of the Pacific that changed mood with the light of day—crystal turquoise in the morning, deep and intense blue at noon, and a golden, orange, and pink spectacle at sunset that seemed painted just for us.

Whoosh. The gentle breeze of the Mediterranean Sea drifted softly through the air, carrying the fresh scent of saltwater and the warmth of summer in sharp contrast to the cold atmosphere within the Vance clan estate. The clear blue sky stretched endlessly above a luxurious private resort standing proudly atop the rocky cliffs along the southern coast of Europe. Beneath the brilliant sunlight, the crystal-clear seawater rolled rhythmically against the glass walls surrounding the resort's outdoor terrace. Upon the premium wooden deck overlooking the endless horizon, Vivienne stood gracefully with breathtaking elegance.

The ultra-luxury villa on a private island in the Seychelles floated above turquoise waters, its open-air design blending seamlessly with the tropical paradise. The warm night air was thick with the scent of sea salt, coconut palms, and blooming plumeria. Gentle waves lapped against the wooden stilts while a soft breeze rustled the palm fronds overhead.

The coastal morning broke with a slow, pale amber light creeping over the horizon. Cool ocean air drifted through the cracked bedroom window of the bluff cottage, bringing the fresh scent of pine and salt water. The soft, rhythmic roar of the waves crashing against the rocky shoreline below echoed peacefully through the quiet room.

"'You're mine, Nova,' Kieran growls, his eyes blazing with determination. 'And I'll stop at nothing to reclaim you.'" ********** Nova's world was shattered when Kieran, her alpha, rejected her and their unborn child due to the prophecy which was made a few months ago. Out of revenge and pain, she claimed the child belonged to another Alpha leaving Kieran in shock. Kieran vowed to do everything in his power to get her back. Will he able to win back her heart?

I rolled my eyes. “I like to help people,” Sierra said. She sounded distracted, her focus on the mess of folders and notes before us. The desk was pressed up against a wide window, through which we could see the sea, but it was largely obscured by wobbling stacks of old books and piles of colour-coded folders. Idly, I watched the waves crash against the white column of cliffs off to the west. The shoreline was rocky and ragged here, away from the neat pavements and gaudy tourist attractions of the main beach. I deducted another fifty pounds from Sierra’s imagined monthly rent payments.

It sat high up on a cliffside that rose high above the sea, the crashing waves thundered against the rock and the pounding of the waves spoke of death from its depths. There was no snow on the ground, the north was the only one to still be affected by the snow, and only a cold wind whipped across the land. Adelaides hair whipped across her face as they stood on the beach. Adam shifted on his feet beside her and she felt his nervousness as his eyes darted around his surroundings. The cold air bit into her skin and spray from the sea hit her in a refreshing wash. It would have been peaceful if it didn’t hold a sinister tinge to the air.

I barked. Jay leaned back in his chair, completely ignoring me, the bastard didn't even take off his head set. I stomped over to him and jerked it off and grabbed him by the shirt. "That's enough." "Not yet." He said in a calm voice, not even pissed that I'd grabbed him. I waited, my hands still digging into his shirt. Another wave crashed over her. She could die. Hypothermia happened all the time in Seaside. "Jay!" I roared.

“I promise.” Crystalline water crashes into a sandy shore, leaving trails of foam and sea shells in its wake. As the swells roll in with a steady whoosh, a cool breeze steals the salt from the waves, carrying it through the trees and over my skin. The verdant land melds into the endless blue cauldron with breathtaking ease, joined by sparkling black beach. Pearls land at my feet before I realize they’ve fallen, and Caspian’s arms come around my waist from behind with a comforting squeeze.