The Beach House Novels & Stories

MARIE The beach house looked like something out of a magazine, quiet and perfect in a way that made me feel even more trapped. It sat low behind a grove of palms, its white walls glowing softly under the sun, a wide veranda wrapping around its sides. There were no neighbors at all, no cars passing, nothing but the sound of waves and the wind pushing through the trees. At first, I told myself I could live here for a while. It was safe, secluded, far from the chaos of the city and everything that had happened.

I stood there watching until his car disappeared down the road, and only then did I head inside the house. The three-bedroom beach house was designed to be as comfortable as possible. The cozy living room, with its plush furniture and airy, ocean-inspired colors, felt like a calming escape from the chaos of life. Each bedroom was thoughtfully furnished with a large bed, a mini fridge, and a bedside table. It was the perfect place to unwind after a day on the beach. Bill had spent his money well—this place was a dream.

Even worse. Cody snorted. “We’re fine. I got directions from the Steven Rolen. We’re not getting lost. Or eaten by wild boars.” Thirty minutes later, we pulled up in front of a giant beach house. It was dark, making it hard to tell the color of the wood—either that, or my eyesight was worse than I thought. Cody bent forward, jaw dropped as he stared up at it. “Holy—hell. This is Bryan’s parents’ beach house? What are they, royalty? Do they own half the state?”

Her mother told me she was having nightmares and was getting very anxious. Heitor, to my surprise, was very excited about the beach wedding. He talked a lot about how beautiful Hebe's house was, but I wasn't expecting what I saw. Hebe really liked luxury and huge houses. I'd call it a mansion on the beach. The house has two floors, the construction formed a single floor, and it had many glass walls, another thing Hebe liked, as it let in natural light. There was also a large infinity pool overlooking the sea and a huge lawn where Hebe was already making plans for the party. It was a sumptuous place.

No one said a word for most of the drive, just the low hum of the car and the sound of waves getting closer as the air changed. When the car finally pulled up in front of the beach house, Nico practically bounced out before the driver even opened the door. “We’re here!” he squealed, launching himself across the sand. I stepped out much more slowly, taking in the place properly. It was beautiful, too beautiful for someone like me. I have never really seen such beauty. A white washed beach house with big windows that caught the light, wide stairs leading up to a porch, and the sound of the waves rolling steadily behind us. If I didn’t know any better, I would ha

He steals a sideways glance at me, a playful grin on his face. “Well, then, I can’t wait to see it,” I tell him. As expected, the white sand beach is breathtaking, especially now, right at sunset. He parks the car and takes my hand again, leading me down the sandy stairs toward the ocean. The house is a small building right on the beach with what seems like acres of fluffy sand in front of it. Ahead, bright blue waters reach for miles into the sea, with foamy waves lapping the shore in calming rhythm. I inhale the salty air, warm and fresh.

The car raced down Gantry Street, its headlights bouncing over the wet road. Behind them, three police cruisers had joined the chase. Their red and blue lights reflected off the wet pavement, making it look like a river of moving colors. Julian stared at the tracking screen. The tiny dot was still blinking. The small beacon inside Renata's locket was working. The signal was coming from the end of a long, dark piece of land stretching into the East River. "There," Julian said. He pointed ahead. "The pier." Kowalski turned sharply.

She trusts him but she likes to play with him. “Of course no. And. Stop talking nonsense or I’m going to stop the car now and bite your lips next.” Shawn threatened her. Bella quickly pulled her hand away from him and covered her mouth. Shawn chuckled. His car was now driving towards a beach when he heard the GPS announcement, “You have reached your destination.” Shawn stopped his car in front of a beach house. The house was a two-storey with all white structure, not a mansion nor a tiny house but just the right size. There is a balcony on the second floor overlooking the beach. He unfastened his seatbelt and stepped out of his car. He quickly walked over to the other side and opened the doo

“Your grandparents were originally from La Paz and I assume you’ve never been there since you don’t know these properties?” “I’ve only been to their old farm and to the strawberry plantation and factory. I grew up and worked there as a kid and never heard about a certain beach house. What happened to that thing?” Jace shrugged. “There’s an old couple managing the beach house which served as a permanent shelter for the beach tourists. It’s been going on for years.” “For years?! And what happened to the profit? Who are these old couple?”

He said and I'm not offended by that because a lot of men said the same thing about me. "I know. Will they hate me for this or not?" I asked and he nodded lightly. I walked to the sofa and sat there so Clyde could take a shower. He told me that we will go to Malibu beach after this with the family of course. I played with my phone when suddenly grandma called me. I automatically ran downstairs and when she saw me.. her jaw dropped. "What are you wearing?" "We're going to the beach right?" I asked and she nodded but still gave me a really weird look.