The Beach House Rachel Hanna Novels & Stories

“Hello, Kristine. I need to purchase some basics for Ms. LaRue. “Rachel smiled politely at her, and the woman’s eyes flashed with recognition. “LaRue? Jack's beach bride Emma LaRue...” The woman's voice trailed off as she realized she was quoting a tabloid magazine. She suddenly looked at me in a very different manner. “Of course. Let me get the room set up for you!” Rachel turned and faced me. She ran her eyes up and down, eying me like a blank canvas she was preparing to paint. I tried not to fidget.

“Hello, Kristine. I need to purchase some basics for Ms. LaRue. “Rachel smiled politely at her, and the woman’s eyes flashed with recognition. “LaRue? Jack's beach bride Emma LaRue...” The woman's voice trailed off as she realized she was quoting a tabloid magazine. She suddenly looked at me in a very different manner. “Of course. Let me get the room set up for you!” Rachel turned and faced me. She ran her eyes up and down, eying me like a blank canvas she was preparing to paint. I tried not to fidget.

"Don't get me started. His place is so cold and empty, not a bit of warmth or life, and there are so many rules. You can't touch this, you can't move that. Who can live like that?" Just one night in that house had left her feeling uneasy. The house was so sparsely furnished that it felt eerie. She couldn't bear the thought of sleeping there alone. Haley raised an eyebrow. "I never thought the fearless Miss Fisher would be scared to stay home alone." Rachel's face turned bright red with embarrassment. "So what if I'm scared! I admit it, but you can't laugh at me!" "Alright, alright, I won’t laugh." Haley shook her head, finding Rachel a bit less annoying, maybe even... cute?

Sanna peeked out with her head full of white bubbles, "Get the robe on and go back on the bed, Rachel is coming over to do your makeup." "She is already done?" I asked her with wide eyes. "We are used to short showers." Sanna said and shrugged her shoulders as she went back to washing her body, "You took your time." "I shaved my legs," I said and shrugged my shoulders. Sanna only chuckled as I walked out of the bathroom, pulling the robe close to my body. As soon as I closed the bathroom door, Rachel was walking back into the room. She had on a gray short dress, and her black hair was pulled back in a bun. The gray dress was simple, a small skirt that fanned out and thick straps that rested

she is feeling really sleepy. Nana was already awake and seated on the bed. “Nana, please lock the door before Ariel will..... Her words were cut shut as Ariel barged into the room. “Merry Christmas!” she shouted jumping on the bed. “Nooooooooo!”Rachel screamed covering her ear. *************** After having her bath, Rachel removed her phone from charging only to see messages piled up on her inbox. She smiled and dropped her phone deciding to check later. Nana was in the bathroom having her bath. They are going to church first and then they would go to the beach for the rest of the day.

she asked, gesturing to the yacht. Nora looked at her before dropping the yacht on the table. “It’s Aunt Rhea’s and Uncle Nero’s birthday gift. They gave me a luxury yacht.” Rachel raised an eyebrow. When she arrived at the party, it was already late, but she still got to talk to Mrs. Hale who mentioned offhand that Anna’s choice of gift outshone hers once more. She joined in the laughter that time, agreeing. But she had no idea that Mrs. Hale’s gift had been a yacht!

As the room falls silent, they both know that their journey ahead will be challenging, but together, they are determined to face whatever comes their way. * Mary Lou steps out of the carriage and onto the cobblestone pathway leading to Aaron’s parents’ beach house in the Hamptons. The house is breathtaking, a grand structure of white-washed walls, large bay windows, and an expansive porch that wraps around the front. As she approaches the house, she hears the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore, blending with the lively chatter and laughter of party guests. The sun is beginning to set, casting a golden hue over the scene, making everything appear warm and inviting. Strings of f

I laugh. We have dinner at the beach, we all head downstairs dressed to the nine, our table is settled right next to the beach on a wooden pedestal, fairy lights cover the top along with lit candles on the table, and the dinner table is filled with a different array of food, and I’m welcomes with a sash with the word Bride written on it, Hannah is right, I should enjoy the moment and ignore everyone else. Rachel and Grace come down first, followed by Francesca and I’m silently gossiping with Reyna when Grace decides to be Grace.

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.

And maybe he is, he definitely isn't mine anymore. Let's go back to thirty minutes ago... When we get to Seattle, Robyn has to direct Case because he doesn't know the way to the beach house. Quickly enough, we realize we can't trust Robyn's directions after missing our way twice so we decided to make use of G****e maps, a few minutes later we arrive at the beach house. Just as I expected, the beach house doesn't look like any normal beach house. At least not like what I have seen or imagined. It is huge and looks more like a beach mansion than a beach house.