The House On The Cerulean Sea Novels & Stories

Lifting her chin with his index finger, he planted a soft kiss on her lips and whispered, "I'll try." ​Next, he drove her to a house by the sea. This one was modern and built on a much simpler scale. Rising across three levels, it was cunningly constructed into the northern side of a headland. It overlooked the charming seaside suburb of Saint-Zotique, its wide decks and panoramic windows open to spectacular views of the ever-changing surf. The house looked deserted, its gardens overgrown. ​In the car, Henri glanced at her. Sensing his hesitation, she said quickly, "Would you rather I wait here?"

The roofs were flat and draped in greenery, and the entire front of the house was open to the elements, allowing the trade winds to flow through the rooms like a living breath. Czar stopped the car and led Seraphina through the main entrance—a massive pivot door of reclaimed driftwood. As they stepped inside, Seraphina caught her breath. The villa didn't just have a sea view; it was the sea. The living area flowed directly into an infinity pool that seemed to merge into the horizon, creating an endless expanse of shimmering sapphire.

The door opened for me after he noticed no one's with me. When I entered the house, the calming ambiance greeted me. The red floor is made of expensive materials. Walls are decorated with classy arts artifacts. Entrance walls were made into a huge aquarium from the roof down to the floor. Inside the beautiful aquarium are rare expensive fish that can only be found in the deep blue sea. Probably because he lives close to the ocean. You will hear the subtle drift of the ocean. I was greeted and welcomed by this twin-butler, Rhio, and Rhoa. They are a highly known agent but resigned after realizing how the world works.

And he disappears off after my Master. ? ? Ohhhh... Me? OMG! He bought himself a Virgin. Giggling hysterically to myself, I follow the two through the beautiful house, almost walking into them as I find myself outside again, standing on a terrace. The view is amazing. Nothing but beach and dunes and sea, as far as the eye can see. White sands curve in a gentle crescent, before disappearing out of sight at either end of the bay. Palm trees sway over the house, and the sea is jade, fading on the horizon to a shade of azure matched only by the sky.

Ocean waves wetted the sand a bit more with each surge that rolled toward Ella’s bare feet as she sat in her favorite spot, laptop hugged against her chest, her eyes focused on the horizon in the distance. Above her, the circling gulls called to one another, their song haunting, yet beautiful and comforting in a way that anchored Ella to her new home in Abalone Cove and reminded her that this place had been special for hundreds of years before she and her husband Rome came to own the large beach house behind her. She had no doubt this place would offer solace to others looking for peace long after she was gone.

Chapter 52 Six months later. The sea was calm that spring afternoon, as if the ocean itself had decided to respect the moment. The waves broke gently against the rocks of the small, private cove, producing a constant and soothing sound that seemed to cradle the entire world. The sky displayed a deep, almost unreal blue, sprinkled with white clouds that glided lazily. Hector Silva was kneeling on the same balcony of the beach house where it had all truly begun.

A small town she’d found on some encrypted database that promised it was quiet, cold, and completely forgettable. “Sounds like a werewolf’s retirement home,” June mumbled, rubbing her gloved hands together. We found a house by the sea—two stories, white wood, wraparound porch, wind-chimes that clinked like bones. The rent was cheap, the neighbors scarce. It was perfect. We unpacked what little we had. June picked the upstairs bedroom with a skylight. Harper took the one facing the woods. Liam grabbed the basement. I chose the corner room that faced the ocean.

When I was five, I was always excited whenever it was time for bed. My Grandma Momma will cook our dinner. Let me brush my teeth and comb my long hair. And after that, she will put me into bed and bedtime stories will follow. She told me a lot of fantasy stories, but my favorite was the pirate of the Lost Sea named Escarial. He was the epitome of perfection. Gentleman, handsome, a knight in shining armor to most of the ladies in their land, and most of all, he caught the heart of the brave princess, Athalia.

We both nodded. Therefore, we walked for almost half an hour. I was exhausted as hell! That’s why I was so relieved when she stopped, finally! We stopped in an ocean. I looked around, this ocean is unlike any other oceans. It screams the cerulean blue color, and you can feel an unusual force all over the place. As if the ocean was telling me to go near it. I looked at Amansinaya; she whispered something on the ocean. It was as if she was communicating with it. Then, she looked at us. “It’s on the way.” She said. We looked at her, can’t understand what she was saying.

"Chop it anyway. It's green." "Green," Cale said. "Like your eyes." "Flatterer." "Observer." They cooked. They laughed. They lived. And in the bottom of the ocean, a silver compass settled into the sand, its needle finally still, pointing not North, but toward the house on the cliff where the lights were always on. The coordinates were final. The search was over.