Surfer Stories Novels & Stories

My heart is beating very wildly as he is sitting very close to me now. "You go first!" I whispered. "Okay." "I sing so well. I play the guitar. I have never been in love." "Which one is the lie?" "you play the guitar." "Aww. You are wrong." "Ohh. So which one is the lie?" "I have never been in love." He said. "I have actually been in love. It ended in tears sha. Hot, premium tears." He added. I couldn't help but laugh. "Do you mind talking about it? I'm sorry for laughing though."

It isn't even that hot. While I was thinking, somebody placed a cup of coffee on our table. "Ah, we didn't order this." I said as I looked up and saw Cerulean. "Al." He replied. "He ordered this for us?" He nodded his head, then walked away. That guy's really a man of few words. Still, I don't feel anything different when talking to him even though his colors were flickering. If it doesn't make a difference, then why were his colors like that? It's just one issue after the other.

Samantha picks it up and adds it to her collection. Later that afternoon, Samantha and Andrew decide to rent some surfboards and try their hand at surfing. Neither of them has ever surfed before, but they're both up for the challenge. With the help of a friendly surf instructor, they paddle out into the ocean and wait for the perfect wave. When it comes, they both stand up on their boards and ride the wave all the way to the shore. They're both thrilled and exhausted, but they've never felt more alive.

He pinched her chin. She couldn't decide whether to tell him about the attacks on her and Jordan. And who is the guy launching such attacks? And why? Is there a history she doesn't know of? "Is Leviathan a rogue?" Willow suddenly asked. She really didn't give it a thought since Jordan mentioned the name but somehow, it popped in her head. "Leviathan" Rowan said. "I think I know that name. Some years ago, something happened but I really don't know what it was because the Storm Riders were discreet about it"

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.

he growled, kicking my legs apart. I obeyed, water running down my back. His cock rubbed between my ass cheeks, thick and hot. “Ryan... condom?” I asked, voice shaking. “Raw. Like I promised.” He spat on his hand, slicked his cock, and pushed the fat head against my hole. “Gonna breed this stepbrother ass.” He thrust in hard. The stretch burned like fire as he sank deep in one long stroke. I cried out, the sound echoing off the tiles.

Sloane wakes up to her phone blowing up. The blurry tunnel photo has gone semi-viral on soccer gossip accounts. Sloane jolted awake in her bed as her phone vibrated nonstop on the nightstand. The screen lit up with dozens of notifications. She grabbed it with a sinking feeling in her gut and clicked on the first link. The blurry tunnel photo stared back at her from multiple soccer gossip accounts. Two figures locked in passion, one clearly on her knees. Comments flooded in fast. Some mocked the rivalry, others speculated wildly about secret affairs between coaches. Her stomach twisted with fear. This single image could destroy years of hard work. Sloane sat up quickly, heart racing, and thre

Soon the three women arrived, returned their boards, and went to Blake. “Are you alright?” Asked Sara kneeling in front of Blake; she knew what trauma he could develop after a significant wipeout while surfing. “I’m fine, and a little tumble will not damper my spirit of surfing. I don’t want to cause too much trouble with the locals who are surfing, and it can be seen they don’t take too kindly to stranger surfers.” Blake replied. “Especially if they are of the male variety.”

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

I asked kindly. May cleared her throat, “Okay. The tragedy started almost two years ago when Harry Scott attempted to take on a bigger wave which was 40-feet high that completely wiped him out during the competition. The wave buried him deep into the waters causing the young pro surfer to have a huge coral pierce through his thigh, a few major bruises on his upper body and a traumatic contusion on his head.” “Oh gosh that’s so brutal.” I hear Claudine commenting. “Can we just carry on with the sketches? The news is making me sick to my stomach just imagining about it.”