The Beach House Novels & Stories

(Sabrina’s POV) They drove me to the beach house the morning after the gala without telling me why. Eric’s way. When the world caught fire, Eric did not put it out. He moved you somewhere the fire couldn’t reach and let you sit until the smoke cleared on its own. The house was on the water. White clapboard, blue shutters, a porch that wrapped around three sides with hammocks strung between two posts at the far end. I lay in the hammock and watched the ocean and talked to whoever came close. Felix brought me a second coffee. Charlie asked if I wanted lunch. Adrian hovered near the screen door.

As long as she focused and listened to my thoughts, she would get the exact score. Then she would crush me in public and secure the Foster inheritance. She slowly closed her eyes and gathered her attention. In the dead silence that followed, Sophie began to hum again, completely out of control. "Darling, hold my hand... "Jet 2 holiday... save 50 pounds per person..." For one instant, the entire venue froze. The crowd before the Harborfront screens froze too. Then the live-stream detonated. [Help! She's doing it again! Classic jet 2 holiday returns!]

He hoped that after some rest his mind would be clear and he could think straight. The beach house they were staying at was only five houses on the right lower down the street. When they arrived at the beach house Davis helped them take out their luggage from the SUV before opening the house for them. “To the right of the house is a pool and behind the house is the beach. If you go in the pool after coming out from the beach just don’t let my mother see you, she would add to your fee. There is an outside shower also to the back of the house to rinse the saltwater off your skin.” “Couldn’t you show us that tomorrow?” Michael aske

We pull off the main road and onto a narrow one, after a few minutes the trees surrounding us start to clear out and we drive along a long road just before a beautiful beach house appears before us and the beach closely follows. Liam pulls up alongside the house, parks the car, and quickly comes around to my side and opens my door for me. He takes my hand and we walk around to the front of the house. The house is a white stone with huge windows and French doors that lead onto the beach, we step inside and a gasp leaves my mouth at the beauty, it's a small house, so cozy and cute. There's a cream sofa in front of a large fireplace with a tv up on the wall above the fire, and there's a large c

She makes me feel like a potato. Dane hauls me with him, past the kitchen and through the spacious, standard Florida beach house, with an open plan layout and comfy couches scattered on the main floor. It's clean and neat; you can tell rich people own it. Everything is placed with a design fair; even the art on the walls is modern and pricey. Light and bright, given the sun is still up, and the ocean view from here is breathtaking.

Stefano says with a wicked grin. I roll my eyes. This man impossible. There is only one house on the entire island. We land on the helicopter pad next to the mansion. It is situated right on the beach, looking towards the thousands of sparkling lights of the mainland. Once the helicopter is gone, we are greeted by the serene sound of the waves slowly lapping against the shore. The entire pathway is lit up with dozens of lanterns and candles, showing us the way. The house has a beautiful modern design. Everything is made with glass and wood, keeping to the beach theme, and blending spectacularly with the surrounding landscape.

“You will survive a few hours longer without knowing. Stop interrogating me and I’ll let you control the music.” And, well, that’s a hell of a selling point. Traffic is decidedly not good, and three hours later they’re driving through a gate and down a very long, private road through some coastal scrub that culminates in... A house. Specifically, a beach house, a two-story that’s been painted ocean blue and white on stilts with wraparound porches and bright windows on all sides. It’s a beach house beach house, with sand dunes and sea oats on each side and a short walk down to the shoreline.

I squirmed inwardly, hoping as she looked at me, she wouldn’t see the image of the girl whose legs were spread wide open with her soaking pussy being pleasured by her step-uncle’s fingers hours ago. “Look! The beach!” I pointed out the tinted window with fake-enthusiasm, desperate to break the drowning silence. The car drove through a clear pathway, and it didn’t take me long to realize Daniel owned a private property on the beach! The beach house stood majestically on the shores of a crystal-clear turquoise lagoon, surrounded by swaying palm trees and lush tropical gardens. The exterior walls were painted a soft, creamy white, with wooden accents and large wi

I ask,tearing it open. " Your new house. It's already paid and the paperwork transferred to your house. The girls and I will be furnishing it today so that you can move in immediately." Nyx informs me. " A beach house?" I ask and she nods. " Yes. I think it's a perfect location, away from the city. It's the best option after the other two houses. " She points out. I flip through the documents and realize that the said beach house is next to mason's house.

I immediately cut him off before he could doubt himself. He looked at me again, surprised. A slow, satisfied smile spread across my lips. “A weekend getaway sounds nice.” ~~~~~~~~~ Thirty minutes later, we arrived at a secluded beach house nestled along the shore, far from the noise and chaos of the city. The house stood elegantly against the backdrop of the dark ocean, illuminated by the soft glow of porch lights. The walls of the house were white with large glass windows overlooking the endless waves. A wooden deck was wrapped around the exterior, and a private stretch of beach was just a few steps away.