Novel & Cerita The House On The Cerulean Sea

When the ocean finally appeared on their right, it caught her by surprise—a vast, shimmering expanse of silver-grey in the late afternoon light. The water house was smaller than the main estate, built low to the ground with massive glass windows and a wooden deck reaching toward the shore. It smelled of salt, old wood, and the crisp cleanness of a home that was loved and looked after. Nadia stood on the deck for a long moment, breathing in the cold air. There was no Roland here. No investigations. No heavy portraits watching from the walls. Just the sea stretching ahead of her, quiet and untouched. Cullen immediately bolted upstairs to claim the room with the best view, and Caiden let him ha

"Is it okay for us to stay here, hon? this place is so big and looks so luxurious," I asked as I took a look around. The big white and blue house is glamorously beautiful but not intimidating; it's huge and appears luxurious but it's still welcoming. We are already standing in front of the big blue gate, looking out at the ocean. Yes, this opulent residence is located directly on the beach. We can hear the ocean waves from here. I looked up at my husband when I felt his big, warm hand on my cheek.

The azure waters of the Aegean Sea stretched endlessly before us, each wave whispering tales of the timeless beauty that surrounded our haven. The Grecian sun, a molten orb in the cerulean sky, cast a golden glow over the whitewashed walls of our secluded vacation home. I had orchestrated this idyllic retreat, a sanctuary where the echoes of our love story would harmonize with the serenity of the landscape. The villa, nestled on a hillside, offered panoramic views of the sea, a canvas painted in hues of sapphire and emerald. Every detail had been meticulously arranged—a testament to my desire to create a moment etched in the tapestry of our shared history.

The idea of living by the beach, with its soothing waves and calming horizon, has been a beacon of hope through the darkest times of my life. As we pull up to the property, my eyes widen in awe at the first glimpse of the house. It's a charming two-story structure, painted in a welcoming shade of pastel blue. The exterior is adorned with white trim, giving it a coastal cottage vibe. A neatly manicured front lawn stretches out, offering a hint of greenery against the backdrop of the golden sands and azure waters of the beach.

"They didn't tell me they were dragging me to hell. The colorful houses were becoming distant, disappearing into the immensity of the sea to our coasts, being replaced by light mountains. Cannes was a paradise to be observed, carved by nature itself. Even in the distance, the cluster of houses above the mountain attracted attention for its originality. The sea that licked the white sand was becoming even darker, as if trying to imitate the color of the cloudy sky. I was lost some time in the movement that the speedboat made when cutting the sea, but ten minutes later, all that beauty seemed useless to my boredom.

"This is my wedding gift to you." A large screen behind us flickered to life, and I saw a video of a house in an island. It was a modern mansion, perched on a cliff overlooking the Pacific Ocean. It was breathtaking. My mother's eyes welled up with tears. "Oh, Julio, this is so beautiful," she said, dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief.

She followed him, still feeling dazed and confused. He took her to a car and opened the door for her, and she got inside without saying a word. The car drove them down the street and onto the highway, heading towards the ocean. She sat silently as they drove, wondering what was going to happen next. Max opened the door to the house and ushered Carmela inside. It was a large, luxurious beach house, with high ceilings and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the ocean. The walls were adorned with beautiful paintings and sculptures, and the furniture was elegant and expensive.

"Come on. We don't have all day." We followed a hidden trail that was barely visible. The vegetation was so thick the sunlight barely got through. Luca complained about mosquitoes every three steps. I was sweating in places I didn't even know existed. Then, out of nowhere, the brush opened up. And I stopped. The house was white. All white. Made of light wood, with a huge porch that faced straight out to the ocean. Floor-to-ceiling windows that mirrored the blue sky. A curved staircase leading up to a second floor. And in the back, in the yard, a natural pool carved into the rocks, seawater flowing in and out.

Isabelle chuckled. Caleb agreed and Isabelle made him capable to breathe underwater temporarily and they both dived into the water. Caleb was amazed to see fishes of different colors and species, which made the sea look beautiful. They dived deeper and got to Isabelle's home. He sat and watched as Isabelle did a welcome gesture. “You're free to look around." Isabelle said. Caleb stood up and looked around the beautiful house, it was spacious and decorated with coral reefs, there were about six clams which contained a picture each of her and her family. It was a beautiful sight to behold.

The afternoon sun hung high over the endless stretch of blue sea, its reflection shimmering like melted gold on the calm waves. The air was warm and clean, and the only sounds were the gentle hum of the engine and the cry of distant seagulls. Calla stood near the railing, the cold breeze playing with loose strands of her hair as she stared at the horizon. They were aboard Vernon's ivory-white yacht, named Venus, gliding smoothly through the water. It was one of Vernon's favorite places in the world, serene, hypnotic, and detached from everything else.