The Beach House Novels & Stories

I wanted to be sane the moment I saw him again. “This project will be the biggest we will have this year because Beach House is a huge chain of luxury hotels by the sea. They have been ranked the number 1 for five consecutive years when it comes to design, accommodation, food and location. The tourists—foreigners and natives—have been choosing the Beach house as their hotel of choice during the summer.” Mr. Pines, the head of the engineering department stated.

Next, Adam does the same, walking to the trunk as I take three more steps forward, giving myself completely over to the scenery. “ Is it a private beach?”, I suspect it is. It's just that there isn't a soul walking around these parts. “ Yes, it is! Our house is at the end of the beach.” “ Any particular reason?”, I bite my lower lip, presenting myself as much more attractive than our luggage that is losing its attention right now. “ Guess what!”, he gives them up for good to come toward me.

With undeniable excitement in his eyes, Damon said, “We shouldn’t catch a cold, or else this vacation won’t be enjoyable.” Smiling harder than I intended to, I cupped the roughness of his jaw in my hands. Though the sky was gradually becoming gloomy, I could still see signs of unshaven sprouts on his chin and for a second, I pictured Damon with a beard. It was a great imagination. My body bounced gently as Damon began to walk toward the beach house built with exquisite wood products. The enormous bungalow has been existing for years and despite the fact that it was standing on loose ground, it remained strong.

Chapter 14 The house was absolutely beautiful, a single-story gem painted a warm shade of yellow. It featured five bedrooms, a kitchen, a bathroom, a living room, and a washroom—nothing overly extravagant. According to Ace, the beach was located just behind the house, and I would be able to see it in a little while.

Looking at Marcus over the hood of the car, I asked, “Are we at a beach house?” “I hope you like the ocean.” He said with nonchalance as he pulled out our bags. “Like?” I said, “I love it!” He flashed me a grin to die for, “Thought you might.” Excited, I followed him into the house. It was a small property with fences around the porch, while the backyard remained free. I suspected that it led into the private beach that I couldn’t wait to find out. Once the door was unlocked, Marcus ushered me inside first. As soon as the lights turned on inside, I squealed in surprise when my feet were off the ground. Scooping me up in his arms, he descended his mouth to meet mine.

The employees were working in harmonized disarray, throwing baskets, coolers, beach towels, toys and even what appeared to be portable grills into the rear of two black SUVs. Chrysander was in the very middle of it all, the sort of conductor of an orchestra, his own twins, bouncing in his arms, and Athena easily radiant by his side. One of the maids said something and she laughed and then turned to me. "You will love the beach house, Juliet. It is by the shore, it is secluded and serene. Chrys refers to it as his escape, but we all know he still does half his business over there." Her voice was teasing, yet Chrys smiled, and made the sunglasses fit. That is no

Thalia's POV Alex drove us through the close-packed trees until we finally reached a secluded stretch of beach, just as twilight began to settle over the horizon. We'd made a few stops at roadside diners for coffee and snacks, making it a long but peaceful drive, the hum of waves against the shore grew louder as he parked the car just off the sand. And I stepped out, my eyes immediately drawn to his 'humble abode' It was stunning: a modern beach house, with white walls that gleamed faintly in the dim light, balanced by large glass windows and blue edging that mirrored the sea itself. The house stood tall, strong yet unassuming, right on the point where the sand met earth.

They definitely looked like the same person. When the weekend arrived, everyone headed to the beach house located in the Hamptons. The main house had eight bedrooms and seven bathrooms, a sauna, an indoor and an outdoor swimming pool. There was also another large building where the guests would be staying. One by one, the guests started arriving. Nicole, Santi, and Sara were among the last to arrive. Some guests were still missing, including Sophie and Máx, who would arrive later with Dante. Nicole was glad that things had worked out between Sophie and Dante. It seemed like their relationship was going to work, especially now that they were going to be parents

The salty musk filters in my nose and I can’t breathe enough of it. I don’t know how much time goes by, but when I get a shiver I realize it’s probably been too long. When I turn back toward the shore, I see River in an active conversation with another very large male. I gape when I see a massive beach house behind them, beyond stunning from what I can see. There’s a huge deck with party lights and I’m sure it sees plenty of action. As I approach, the males get a bit quiet. When the stranger turns to face me, my jaw literally falls. Goddess!

“This is just the beginning.” Isla’s eyes widened as they approached a stunning beach house that seemed to rise from the sand like a mirage. The architecture was a blend of modern luxury and natural beauty, with large glass windows that offered breathtaking views of the ocean. The house was surrounded by palm trees swaying gently in the breeze, and a private infinity pool glistened invitingly in the sunlight. “It’s beautiful,” Isla breathed, her heart racing at the sight. She had seen lavish homes in magazines and on social media, but standing in front of this masterpiece felt surreal. “I can’t believe this is real.”