The Beach House Novels & Stories

The drive to the beach house was short but scenic, and when they finally arrived, Ava was left in awe. The house was a marvelous sight to behold. A beautiful white plantation-style home with expansive porches wrapped around both levels. The architecture was traditional Southern antebellum, complete with grand columns at the entrance. The house sat on a vast piece of land that stretched out to the ocean. Grand oaks draped in Spanish moss dotted the landscape, lending an air of ancient grace. Adjacent to the house was a vast expanse of pristine beach, the waves gently lapping at the shore. The crown jewel was the long wooden dock pier, stretching out into the se

I’d seen beaches like this dozens of times, from the Amalfi Coast to private islands in the Maldives, but they never failed to leave me in awe. “Wow,” I murmured, unable to stop myself. Regan didn’t respond. He was too busy pulling his phone from his pocket, already distracted as the driver unloaded our bags from the trunk. The beach house stood a little further back. The house was striking—modern, minimalistic, and drenched in sunlight. Glass walls reflected the ocean, and the sleek wooden decks were accented with lush greenery. It was the kind of property that screamed exclusivity, even by my standards.

A turquoise-looking pool at the back of the house completes the magnificent property. The house has a balcony and porch facing the beach. A perfect place to hang out, drinking coffee or wine while reading a book, waiting for the sun to set on the horizon. The long stretch of powdery white sand beach is a feast for the eyes. A paradise for nature lovers. The house was surrounded by palm trees, adding allure to the beach house. "I love this property!" Luna Viviana gushed. She already feels at home in the house. "Yes, I love it as well. Perfect for you!" Mia said in a thrilled voice.

So they picked the beach. The beach house, aptly named "Serenity Cove," was a cozy, four-bedroom villa nestled among the palm trees, its wooden decks and railings weathered to a soft gray. The thatched roof and large windows added to the tropical charm, while the private patio and outdoor shower offered the perfect spot to watch the sunset or rinse off the sand after a dip in the ocean. While they were on a blanket, staring at the waters, their babies were playing in the sand not too far away, building sand castles and having fun.

He wraps his arms around me from behind. "I think this is perfect." The house is not one of the big mansion-looking ones; it's likely one of the smallest in the area. Tatum takes me inside, and it's all white, blue, and grey beach-themed. It's a ranch with one bedroom and one bathroom. There isn't anything fancy anywhere I can see. It's cozy and comfortable. I smile as I look out over the private beach. "This is incredible," I say when he comes to my side. "I'm glad you like it. We can stay here for a few days if you'd like." I turn to him and smile.

It wasn't spectacular or modern; it was simply quiet, the exact example of what he had in mind. It seemed like a place where time appeared to slow down. It spelled peace, serenity, tranquility, and safety. “This looks more like it,” he said to himself. He took up the phone and dialed the agent's number, which was printed beneath the photo of the house. “Hello,” a woman’s voice answered quickly. “Sunstream Beach Properties, how can I help you?” “Yes. I am interested in the beach house at Ocean Hill Bay. The one with the lavender garden.”

She was jumping on the bed like a five year old that was offered three candies. The ride to the beach was long in a way, 'cause tell me why I had closed my eyes for a while and I opened it, yet we were still in the road. Oh, here we are. Jesse led me to the beach house, the one Ian rented. I had thought the house would be some small cottage, but this particular one right on front of me was like a mini mansion. "Thanks, Jesse." "It's fine, ma'am." I pulled off my shirt, putting it inside my tote bag as I entered inside.

Her eyes darted from my crotch to my face, and her face suddenly turned sour. **** The beach house was massive with marble floors, the scent of money clinging to everything. It was a 2-bedroom apartment with a massive hall, a movie room, a modern-day kitchen, a balcony, and a glass pool in the backyard. Anthony had already shared the rooms accordingly. Beatrice, him, Cindy, and me in one room, and the rest in the other room. We’d just arrived, and everyone was still busy dumping bags and talking over each other about God knows what, but me? I had more urgent issues. My bladder was ready to burst.

Jane's stuck on her phone as usual, and Christopher uses the opportunity to reach up and adjust the rearview mirror, tilting it so I’m right in the middle of it. I shift in my seat, pressing my thighs together harder. My brain’s already running ahead to that beach house… stilts over the sand, big deck looking straight at the ocean, tiny bedrooms with walls you can probably hear everything through. Knowing we're probably going to have sex when we get there gives me chills and anticipation. We finally get to our destination, pulling up right as the sun’s getting low and golden. The beach house we'll be staying in looks exactly like I pictured. Gray weathered woo

CHAPTER 64 LORENZO The beach house was perfect. Not too big, not too small—just a cozy cottage right on the sand with floor-to-ceiling windows that let in the ocean breeze and the sound of waves. Private enough that we wouldn't be disturbed, but close enough to civilization that we could get supplies if needed. But the best part? It was just us. No pack business, no visiting Alphas, no family drama. Just Olandria and me for an entire week.