Romans & histoires The House On The Cerulean Sea

Chapter 277. The soft rustle of ocean breeze slipped through the open windows as Rosealba stepped barefoot into the house, her fingers brushing the edge of the doorway like it might disappear if she didn’t touch it. Her eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. It wasn’t just a house. It was a palace crafted out of light and ocean. Floor-to-ceiling windows pulled the golden sun into every corner. The floors shimmered like polished pearl, reflecting the soft turquoise hue of the waves just outside. The ceiling arched high, beams carved from smooth driftwood, and airy linen curtains floated with the sea breeze. Everything smelled like salt, hibiscus, and something fresh—something untouc

(Sabrina’s POV) They drove me to the beach house the morning after the gala without telling me why. Eric’s way. When the world caught fire, Eric did not put it out. He moved you somewhere the fire couldn’t reach and let you sit until the smoke cleared on its own. The house was on the water. White clapboard, blue shutters, a porch that wrapped around three sides with hammocks strung between two posts at the far end. I lay in the hammock and watched the ocean and talked to whoever came close. Felix brought me a second coffee. Charlie asked if I wanted lunch. Adrian hovered near the screen door.

Everything seemed so magical last night and I was hoping that it would stay the way it was for the rest of our stay here. It wasn't long until Caleb finally woke up and the moment our eyes met, a smile of contentment appeared on his lips. At the same time, he breathed my scent and sighed in relief. "Ah, this makes me think of creating a house on a seaside," he mumbled. My eyes narrowed, "What?" "I said I am thinking of creating a house on a seaside," he repeated. "And I want that house to be our home soon." A gasp escaped from my lungs hearing him say that. Seeing my reaction, he chuckled and shook his head then pinched my cheek. He then moved and put his weight on his elbow, towering over m

“I'll let you settle in.” I went to the window as she turned to leave and looked out, taking a deep, happy breath. The mansion backed out onto a small cove. The sand was perfect and white and the waves small and calm. The sky was turning a deep shade of purple as the sun set on the opposite side of the island, causing the deep blue of the water to fade with the sky as it approached the horizon. It was absolutely stunning. That, I thought to myself, not the house, is what makes this a billionaire's place.

No sign of the words sea dweller. That did it. They couldn't he the third wealthiest island all planet Elyndra and had the second largest collection of books. There had to be at least one book that mentioned sea dwellers at least once. She floated to a crystal ball at the exact centre of the room. Placing her hands on it, she thought only of the words 'sea dweller'. On the crystal appeared the image of a brown leather book with multicoloured gem stones decorating the cover and spine. The book lslowly floated into place in the prophecy section.

Lucas held his hand up to him, “I don’t want to hear another word. i want to get to his house so lead the fucking way now.!” Blane turned than hurried away we walked with him to keep up, once when we were in front of the house it looked more like a cozy home, it was a brick house, but a nice homey porch, like were grandkids and parents can sit and talk about the good old days, there was a porch swing and hanging plants that hung from hooks off the porch, shutters on the windows, the color of the house was a light brown color with black trim, it was a nice look. i wondered how long had he been building on this island before anyone knew it was here, there was only eight steps to get to the doo

The waves crashed against the shore, creating a soothing symphony that serenaded us on our journey. Soon, we arrived at our beach house, nestled in a secluded corner of the island. It was a charming two-story cottage with a thatched roof, painted in soft pastel colors that blended harmoniously with the natural surroundings. The house stood just a few steps away from a pristine white sand beach, inviting us to kick off our shoes and feel the warm grains beneath our feet. This was totally amazing.

He couldn’t help but smile, despite everything. “You don’t like it?” “It’s…” She scowled as though the right word wouldn’t come. Finally, she was forced to concede the truth. “It’s stunning, so beautifully down but still, someone really built here?” “Someone did,” he agreed with a shrug. The sheets of curved, tinted glass that made up the entire front part of the house mirrored the waves of the sea and rolling grey clouds flawlessly with the renovated lighthouse just behind it. “Someone who has a lot of money, by the looks of it…” Liz sniffed.

He couldn’t reconcile the child he had seen just days ago with the creature now before him. Marlon’s mind raced as he processed the impossible scene. His breath came in shallow gasps as he watched the mermaid in the pool, but then his gaze shifted. Standing beside the pool, her back turned toward him, was Carmela. Her presence confirmed the connection—this wasn’t just some fantastical creature from the sea. This was a part of the town, tied to the strange events that had plagued Eldoria for weeks. Marlon felt a knot form in his stomach as realization dawned. The mermaid wasn’t just some mythical being. She was a part of this place, a part of a curse that had taken hold of the town. And it wa

When we finally pulled through the massive iron gates of the matrimonial home, even Mila gasped. The house was a masterpiece of white stone and glass, perched on a private peninsula. It was a four-storey building that looked out over the Coral Sea. High-tech cameras moved on the walls, and guards with German shepherds patrolled the manicured lawns. "Wow! This house looks like heaven," Mila whispered. "It’s just like a kingdom." "It's a fortress," I corrected. This house was even grander than the last house, filled with soft light and the scent of fresh sea air. Everything was exactly as Isabella had left it. The white piano she used to play, the soft blue curtains she chose – everything was