Whiskey Beach Novels & Stories

What is the point if all I want is her? I get out of the shower and wrap a towel around my body, walk out of the bathroom and head over to my table and pour a whiskey. Taking it all in one go and pouring myself another, I Open the balcony doors and step out the balcony. Looking at the sea and sipping my glass of whiskey, I see a woman strolling with her back to me at the beach. Her long blond hair is swaying in the wind. She is beautiful in the moonlight.

“Yes sir, born and raised. ” “You don’t smell like a rogue.” I comment. “Jace kind of made the beach club into a little pack, I guess I get away with it on a technicality.” He lifts his fingers into the air, making a quotation movement with both hands. “So what’s with the hat…and the whistle?” I was intrigued more over the whistle than the hat, and as he seems relaxed about questions…I wanted to keep them coming. The beach club was located in one of the hottest parts of the country, the hat goes without saying. Even as a werewolf any sun burn wouldn’t last long thanks to our advanced healing but the whistle…that I just couldn’t understand yet.

He was also my friend, he is like a brother to me, since he and my brother Zik were close friends, they often came to the house and hung out, so they became my friends, Yes, not only Trevor, but Kid Whiskey as well. *A few minutes later* ***HOUSTON'S WHITE BEACH RESORT*** Time Check : 6:30 pm I quickly got out of the car and then I looked around. It's amazing because even at night I can really notice that this resort is unique and beautiful. I immediately called Trevor's phone number. *Ring~Ring~Ring~* ["Hello?"] ["Yoo?! Where are you now?"] I heard Trevor ask. ["I'm here outside the Houston White Beach Resort you're talking about, where are you guys?"] I asked him.

I rolled my eyes, taking the stool next to her. “Is this house new? How were you able to get one so close to the beach itself?” Even as I spoke, I let my eyes drift over her shoulders, the beach coastline almost making me want to wade into the water and never stop walking. Whitney broke my train of thoughts with her sigh, and I saw her twist her straw in her coconut, just as the bartender set a similar drink in front of me. It smelt like a cocktail with spirits, and the bartender confirmed my suspicions when he grinned at us.

They're up at the sight of me. "There was a bear," I shout and frantically shed my layers. "What?" My mother leaves the table and comes to me. "A bear? Where?" "I was walking on the path to the beach and there was this big dark thing. I think it was a black bear. Are there black bears?" My grandma, flushed, says, "Why, there are black bears here. I should call the town hall. Usually they don't get so close. They need to put out a warning."

It was a chance for me cause I didn't have enough money. " We are going to the cherry beach, it is the best spot for kit boarding and night parties. You will love the place!" He said. I smile at him and arrange my large-cap on my head with my two little long wick curls in front of my face. We arrive at the beach and Zack invites me to come down. I get down from the car and close the door behind me. " Remove your shoes and let's go!" Zack's said.

Now if only justice was so swift for Vlad Solonenko. And while I was at it, I’d like to see Agent Green get what was coming to him too. I pulled into the parking lot at Haulover Beach Park. I had a towel in the back of the car, and I carried it with me out to the beach. If you park in the north lot and then cross under A1A, you come to the nude beach; if you turn left there, and go to the northernmost section, you’ll find it’s all male.

The sun as it sank in the west gleamed on a bit of downy hair between them. I was walking on the part of the beach that is public. Mainlanders and werewolves own vacation houses on Vukasin. Some are small cottages, and some, like this one, are lavish seaside homes with wide beaches. The beach is private. But the rule is that if the sand is wet, that part of the beach is public. I’d taken my shoes off and was walking along the wet sand, making my way to the villa beyond this one, for I’d heard it was for sale.

And there was also an afternoon at the beach that included everyone. Maya was explaining how the beach is on the lake, about half an hour drive from the packhouse, and it has a good stretch of sand so they can play beach volleyball, relax in the sun, and swim. That event will end in the evening with beer and roasting marshmallows over a campfire. Talia listened to this attentively because she never went there. The outing on the beach was totally Maya's idea and it sounded fantastic.

Madeira Beach is a small community below the Clearwater area on the West Coast of Florida with a Key West feel to it. It was more of a beach community than a city. Bike paths outnumbered the streets, and a canal ran alongside the road opposite the shoreline. Furthermore, most restaurants and businesses had a boat dock for customers to arrive by water. The beach back home was more laid back than the mainland, but you could still feel the city encroaching on your location. Madeira Beach was different. Faith had not realized how much she missed the place until they pulled up into their condo rental.