The Beach House Rachel Hanna Novels & Stories

“Barely any yoga. I tried one class on Tuesday night, but my mind kept wandering. Ended up leaving early. What about you? Any beach trips since I saw you?” Hannah’s palms glided down my back, spreading warm oil. “Not yet, but I’m planning one soon. There’s this quiet spot about an hour out soft sand, almost no people. Perfect for clearing your head. You should try it sometime. Sounds like you need it more than I do.”

He had brought blankets and mats, a picnic basket overflowing with food, even a small portable speaker playing soft music. It was, objectively, lovely. Hannah's face was radiant as she looked out at the water, at the endless expanse of ocean stretching toward the darkening sky. "It is beautiful," she breathed. "I forgot how beautiful it could be." I sat down on the blanket beside her wheelchair and tried to let the peace of the moment wash over me. James settled on Hannah's other side and began telling us about the history of this particular beach, some story about pirates or smugglers or something that I could not quite focus on.

Danielle was a little too abrasive for people who were meeting her for the first time, I thought ruefully as I linked a hand through her arm. Danielle looked after the woman’s disappearing figure in some curiosity. ‘The Boss thinking of setting up a home for lost folk or something?’ she asked as we walked away and I shushed her with a shake of my head. As we chatted and strolled to the kitchen, to settle on stools while Beatrice bustled about making coffee, Rachel informed me that she was getting married the following week and then she would be flying out to Iceland. She had taken up a new project there.

“Helena is supposed to be dead but now that I am hearing she is behind all these, I do not know what to think.” I pulled into the driveway of the beach house and switched off the engine. I had acquired the property because it was located by the sea and it was further into my territory. Majority of my pack members, especially high-ranking members, were staying around this area. “I am so exhausted,” Yulia said, stifling a yawn. I realized that we had not really slept well in days. One problem after the other had kept the both of us awake. I trailed a hand down her face and I did not even know when my hand moved. I had missed her touch so much. She closed her eyes and leaned into my touch.

"Playing hookey?" Rachel attempted to smile as Becca opened the door to her apartment. She saw her sister take in the sight of her uniform. "My shift starts at eleven,"Rachel answered. "Becca, I need to talk." Becca took her by the arm, pulling her in. "I've made some tea, come on." Rachel silently trailed behind her sister as they walked to the kitchen. Three days had passed since that night and she hadn't heard a word from Galen.

I walk out of the bathroom with my towel around my waste and I see Hannah curled up in the middle of my bed asleep with a towel on her head. She is wearing one of my shirts and I am glad to see her make herself at home. It’s strange to me that none of this feels new. It’s as if she has been here the whole time. I get dressed and head over to the pack house. My uncle is going to want to talk to me, I’m surprised he hasn’t barged in demanding answers already.

She crossed the room slowly, reached past me, and closed the tab with a decisive click. “There are many other documents that actually need your attention,” she said lightly, brushing imaginary lint from my shoulder. “Instead of mooning over your ex-wife’s picture.” She gave me a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, kissed my lips, a smirk reaching her face, and walked out, heels clicking down the hall. The door shut behind her. My office felt suddenly too quiet. I reopened the tab anyway. --- Bella’s POV The private beach house sat on a hill like it had been carved there just for us. Nathan paid for four days. The ocean stretched out in both directions.

Scar felt her resistance melt,well she's exhausted from the to and fro of the day after a few moments she fell asleep. Ethan holds her,he has a feeling whatever is coming won't just leave him bankrupt but destroy every good thing he has,and for now he just wants to be with the woman he loves. As though on cue. Beautiful things by Benson played in the background. Lisa woke up, stretching contentedly,it's rare she felt this safe while sleeping. She looked around,she's at a beach house, the floor to ceiling window by her left that faced the endless sea. She slowly climbed down the bed walking into the bathroom,she cleaned up dressed in linen shorts with a button down shirt oversized,clearly Eth

“My dad practically cross-examines me every time I go out past nine.” “Well, mine doesn’t have to know,” Sarah said, smirking. “Sarah,” Anna warned. “I’m kidding!” she said, then lowered her voice. “Mostly.” That was when Anna’s face lit up, like she’d just remembered something. “Wait! What about my family’s beach house?” We all looked at her. I blinked. “The one in Long Island?” “The very one,” Anna confirmed, popping a red bear into her mouth. “You mean the massive white one with the infinity pool and private dock?” Sarah shrieked.

Candy wrappers, trash cans overturned, a half-eaten tray of tacos on a rolling cart—now cold. And on the floor, Minnie’s gown’s heels lay abandoned. His chest clenched. She was here—not there. He dropped to his knees, pressing palms to the cold tile. “Minnie…” he breathed. But she was gone. Night at the Beach House After searching with Ana, Dane, Kevin, Lana, and security all night, he retreated to the Castile beach house, exhausted and hollow. He walked in and froze. Lulu. Naked in his bed, her face swollen from Jackie’s blow.