The Man By The Sea Novels & Stories

Their attention follows me like a slow drag of fingers I can’t shake. One of them smiles when our eyes meet. That’s worse than a threat. “You’ve been busy,” a voice says quietly behind me. I don’t turn. I don’t need to. “I’m working,” I reply evenly. “You always say that,” the man murmurs. I glance sideways just enough to see him leaning against the bar, relaxed, amused. He’s younger than the others. Too calm. The kind who enjoys watching people realise they’re already in trouble. “You left something on my car,” I say.

a collector seated in the front row asked curiously, “the lighting in this piece is incredibly gentle. What was your state of mind when you painted it?” Ethan held the microphone, his gaze soft as it landed on Jane. “At that time, I had just woken up. I didn’t remember anything, and the world felt empty. It was Jane who gave me a second life. When she stood in the yard feeding the chickens, sunlight falling on her, I thought to myself that this was the kind of peaceful life I wanted to keep for the rest of my days. This painting is of the woman I love and my salvation.” Thunderous applause filled the room. Jane’s eyes brimmed with tears. Right there, in front of everyone, she threw herself i

"By the way, I've worked hard to seek justice for you. No matter what happens, at least I won't regret it." She smiled. "I've heard that all seas in the world are connected. So, this time next year, I'll be seeing you from a different beach." She looked at the sea one last time before turning around. What she saw sent chills down her back. Even through her cap, she could see a figure coming down from the yacht. It was Wyatt! She instinctively turned around. At the exact moment, Wyatt, who was coming down from the yacht, stopped in his tracks. He had an odd feeling which made him look up to see someone turning around.

Because deep inside he already knew it was true. Back at the beach. When everything seemed lost. He wanted someone. Something. Something that kept him alive. And the sea had answered. Not cruel. Just... hungry for meaning. Aren started crying. Soundless first. Then his voice broke. “I am really?” I went to him right away. But before I was able to touch him, the sea suddenly began to tremble. The waves hit the fence. The shape slowly lifted the hand. And behind it the water surfaces opened like doors.

What did he expect? "What did you expect?" The girl sighed and sat down next to the man she loved madly. He held his hands. His cold eyes were staring at the sea. "My darling." "......." "Good luck. Come quickly." ... The last person he spoke to in Istanbul is the last word. "Come now" and the point. This much. How many years had passed since that day? Ever since he left Istanbul and came to these arid lands... The young man was staring at the vast land with his hands on his chest. Empty, meaningless and cold. Being the only child in his family was never in his favour. How many times her mother had been pregnant and miscarried for unknown reasons. The fact that she lived alone had

The bandaged man felt though as if was watching the storm from afar, as if he was standing on a pier, gazing out over a grey sea. Dark grey skies made their way over his head, and splutters of rain fell down on him. He felt as if he was dying inside, staring out onto the grey ocean, watching the waves whipping up, and rocking up and down. There was no railing, and it seemed to easy to step over the precipice and step into the sea. The bearded man spoke," I don't think that you want to actually hurt anyone, despite the injuries that you have and were given. If you hurt somebody in the future, that you just came from, there's really nothing to stop somebody else from taking their place."

THE MAN IN YELLOW

The sun was beginning to dip beneath the horizon, casting golden streaks across the surface of the endless sea. The waves lapped softly at the rocky edge of the shore as Serena’s father stood alone, his cloak flapping lightly in the salt-scented breeze. He hadn’t come here in years—not since his wife passed. Yet today, something pulled him here, to this very spot where sea and sky embraced. The last few months had been nothing short of a storm—his heart torn between the truths he buried and the consequences they finally brought to the surface.

“What about the others? The pilot?” The man stopped pacing, his dark eyes sweeping the waters. "There's no one else here. Just us. We’re alone.” Thea’s face crumpled, tears spilling. “This can’t be happening! My phone’s gone, everything’s gone! We’re gonna die out here!” “Don’t say that!” I snapped, my own fear building. “We need to… I don’t know, build a fire, signal for help.” The man crouched, his voice flat. “Help? From who? We’re in the middle of nowhere. That storm blew us way off course. I'm Adam, by the way. It would've been nice to meet you, but considering the circumstances... tch."

This man was handsome though. She knew there were handsome men somewhere on this earth whose handsomeness exceeded that of her ex Johnny.But this man before her was above them all. Even the hospital's director's handsomeness is a bit behind when compared to this man.His was bewitching. The one that can topple cities. It didn't make him look girly though. The man’s face was sculptured finely. Every part of his face and every line was perfect and flawless.His facial features were very three- dimensional and deep, with a pair of cold and deep eyes, a tall nose bridge, and sexy and alluring thin, tight lips.He had a noble temperament and exuded a cold aura from all over.There was no expression o