The Beach House Rachel Hanna の小説・ストーリー

They couldn't shake the worry that the stench of garbage might still linger on them. Elias said, "Dad, we've lived in this house for almost 20 years. The location is remote, and the decoration is outdated. It's time for a change. "Rachel's villa is approximately 13,000 square feet, with three above-ground floors and two below-ground floors. There's a courtyard in the front and a swimming pool in the back. How can she possibly live in such a massive house all by herself? "If Rachel wants our acknowledgment, she should consider giving up the villa and let you enjoy it first!"

"Might as well make the pool useful and the day enjoyable!" "No swimming for me right now, my dears." Rachael declines, shaking her head. "I've got loads of work swamping my desk currently." Then she directs her attention to me. "Hazel, swim and relax. I'll be in my private study, should you need anything." "Thanks" I offer my gratitude. She strides off towards the entrance of the manor. "Come on girl!" Bev snaps her bejeweled fingers excitedly at me. "Hurry up and get that nice and slim bod into a bikini."

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 wood, string lights already twinkli

“Patricia?” Patricia smiled. “I haven't been to the beach in twenty years. I'd love to go.” Victoria looked at Michael, who had moved on from smashing carrots to smashing peas. “The beach it is.” The house was on the Outer Banks, a sprawling rental with floor-to-ceiling windows and a deck that faced the ocean. Victoria had found it online, had booked it on a whim, and now stood in the living room, watching the waves crash against the shore. “This is amazing,” Liam said, running past her with a boogie board.

Hannah’s POV I was feeling so much lighter after Rafael and I went to the beach. That fire ritual followed by a dip in the ocean really had an effect on me. And what a swim! He was so affectionate, hugging me, kissing me, and ended up doing what he had said earlier. When we got to his truck, he took me to the back seat. There in that deserted corner of the beach, with night already stretched over us, I tasted the sea on his skin while he possessed me with that hunger that told me it was too good for us to be together for me to keep running away.

Somehow Rachel had been able to drive to the little remodeled cottage getaway she and Jacob used for vacations when she couldn’t be away from work without mishaps even though she did manage to take 2 wrong exits on the drive. She was just waking up with the biggest hangover she had ever experienced in her life with her head heavy and begging for some painkillers. After downing a bottle of water and some orange juice she had sat down to respond to calls when her agent began to blow up her phone with numerous calls and messages. Finally, she picked. “Where the hell have you been? Everyone has been trying to reach you!” “Long story. I’m in the cottage.” “Have you seen today’s episode of your sh

On days when Hannah would fall into depression for days, Rachel was there. There are times when Hannah Morales hated coming home. Whilst she loved spending time at her club, because she felt in charge, she couldn't stay there forever. Sometimes, she'd crash at Rachel’s house. On days when Rachel was busy or out on a trip for work, Hannah would lodge at a hotel. She knew, that after this party, her life would go back to its everyday monotony. No one could ever imagine that Hannah Morales stayed at hotels to escape the hell that was her house.

I had to make peace with the darkness inside me. I had to figure out how to be Racheal Thorne.And maybe, someday, Luna. The water ran clear. The blood was gone. Now I just had to make sure the guilt went with it.

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.

Her mom thought for a second, “Very true dear, my daughter right as usual. Just give us a ring if you need anything.” We nodded our heads and headed towards the beach house. Opening the back door I paused to admire the beach house. This whole week I was so gloomy I hadn’t noticed much of my surroundings. It really was quite nice. The floors were white marble tile, white walls and trim. Large windows that spanned floor to ceiling let natural light fill the space. It was such a serene setting how had I not noticed I’ll never know. Bailey elbowed me in the ribs after noticing my staring off into space. “Hey, I know you are worried about heading back. Let’s try and enjoy the evening and forget a