Whiskey Beach Novels & Stories

Vera. Ethan 9:06 AM: Haha i feel ya bro. Ight ill talk to Charles bout it, shouldn't be a problem tho so long as i give him enough notice. Plus i got my 6 month chip so im not as restricted. See you this week! Im so hyped UP man i never been to the beach! Wildwood sounds awesome Tony 10:04 AM: Your in for a treat then man Wildwood blew my fuckin mind! The boardwalk is insane! All the rides and shit its wild. Foods killer too and the beach is beautiful.

It’s good to hike here when the weather is good since it has hidden falls around the mountains surrounding the whole city. “We’re here,” The driver of the van informed us and we waited for him to park before taking out all of our things. All of us gasped in surprise after seeing such a bright blue beach filled with golden sands, there were not many people around since it was a private beach. We even saw some celebrities walking around as if they owned the place wearing such fantastic swimsuits. “Welcome to White Pearl beach, the CEO owns this place,” Judeo informed us, so we happily clapped our hands.

Now she would pick up Rafe's call and talk to him because Rafe must have called her for something important. “Hi Honey, sorry for not picking up your call. I was at Kaella's bridal shower. It's very noisy in here. Tomorrow you will come to her wedding right?” Lexie finally found a comfortable and quiet place to talk to Rafe. While everyone was partying like crazy in Kaella's suit room. She has a balcony which is very quiet and with a beautiful view of the city of Charleston. Folly Beach was in the landscape in front of her, stretching out beautifully and in golden blue. The sun's rays make the surface of the sea look like it has a glittering gold layer. There are colorful umbrellas that can

"There is a medical van in the back of our convoy. Let us take care of those feet, Miss Vivienne." "No," Dominic said, his grip on my hand tightening until it hurt in the best way possible. "We take our car." Harris smiled faintly. "Fair enough. Drive south on Highway 101. Ten miles down, there's a small coastal town called Shell Beach. The house on the cove has the keys in the mailbox. It's yours." Harris turned around and walked back toward the black SUVs. The blue and red lights shut off one by one, leaving the quiet road bathed in the warm, yellow light of the rising sun.

The sun glinted off their surfaces, making them shimmer. "It's beautiful," I breathed. "Wait until you see the water in Grand Cayman." His thumb stroked small circles on my hip. "Crystal clear. You can see straight to the bottom in most places. The beaches are white sand, soft as powder. Seven Mile Beach is one of the best in the world." His hand moved higher, resting just below my ribs. "The business meeting shouldn't take long. A couple of hours, maybe four or five. Then we'll have time to relax."

Mika'il didn't sound sorry as he roared the monster of a car into life filling Bushra with more excitement of trying the new car. And just like that they took off to Marine Parade the place that consist of a bathhouse, Queenstown beach and so on. That is where Zara wants to go, who are they to deny the new bride of her wishes? Besides, Bushra like beaches and pools so this won't hurt to stay for a little while. She can't wait to see what Zara is wearing underneath though, the girl is hellbent on showing her body from what Bushra could see in those clothes. But she is not insecure herself, her body is to die for hourglass.

he said softly. Allie blinked, her gaze finally registering their surroundings. He had brought her to a beach—the famous Glass Moonlight Beach along the Silver Bay shoreline. Under the moonlight, the sand shimmered with an eerie, lake-green glow, as if tiny fireflies were trapped beneath the grains. The waves crashed gently at her feet, the icy touch sending a jolt through her body, grounding her in reality. But the tears wouldn’t come. She had already cried too much. Or maybe… she was just too numb now.

The ultra-private beach villa on a secluded Bahamian island was surrounded by turquoise waters and powdery white sand. The warm tropical night air was thick with the scent of sea salt, coconut palms, and blooming hibiscus. Gentle waves lapped against the shore while soft reggae drifted from hidden speakers, blending with the distant call of night birds.

I was cut off by none other than my brother who slid in between Vivian and I, glaring straight at the witch that stood at the same tall height as him, if not, taller, but yet the woman refused to be intimidated as she silently waited for him to speak. "The beach." He eventually said. "The beach?" Three confused voices echoed at the same time; Me, Vivian, and Maxwell. "Yes. In a place called Miami, there is a secluded beach where my father is waiting for us... and I believe that my sisters' dear lover is also present at the scene." Halcyon spoke, turning to look over his shoulder at me when he mentioned Alaric. What? Rick and my father together on a beach? This can't be good.

"If you want to be alone, we have a private spot in front of the beach, just off the main path. No one usually goes there so late." Selene looked at him with curiosity. "It is quiet. There is only the sound of the waves. I can bring your drink and set up a chair and table for you.No noise, no ccompany, only you and the sea." For the first time that day, Selene's face softened. "Yes," she replied quietly. "That sounds like just what I need." "Is there anything in particular you want to drink?" "Whiskey," she replied, her tone firmer now. Everything. Cocktails, wine, but I prefer whiskey."