Whiskey Beach 소설 & 이야기

I did my makeup and added my new dark red lipstick to finish it off and curled and sprayed my hair into beaves waves. We finally headed to the beach that had been partitioned off for the party, there were already loads of people filling the area with music wafting from big black speakers, people were drinking from their red plastic cups and dancing while loads were chatting away It was crowded as far as the eye could see. We looked over to see a large marquee, it was black with all side down except from the front where you could see the makeshift bars where drinks were being served. The black marquee and the beach were lit up brightly with large lanterns and dotted around were tall tiki torc

"Look at you, acting all wronged." Then she walked off. Weasel instantly grew nervous. Nicole wouldn't be planning to steal his business, right? Nicole and Zeph continued toward Liberty Square on foot. Along the way, they passed several groups carrying pots, bowls, backpacks, and bundles of belongings. They walked slowly, expressions numb with exhaustion. Westbridge technically counted as a coastal city, but it didn't actually border the sea. Instead, it sat between Grayport and Ashmont in a triangular region, both coastlines roughly an hour away.

One hour later, I'm already driving my car towards our family business headquarters to start a productive day in my office. *** ~MAGNUS~ I just finished having breakfast with Lauren awhile ago. Then I return to my room to take a shower because we are going to visit this amazing tourist spot. It's a pristine beach resort best known for its powdery white sand and friendly whales. They are called gray whales and love to interact with humans. I opened the closet and removed a set of clothes as my attire to the beach when I realized that I'm no longer alone in the room. I glanced at the spot near the door.

This is the last fucking swimming pool I’m ever cleaning, B thought. This really is the last one. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel of his rust-dusted blue truck, waiting for his turn to drive off the ferry that shuttled him and his decaying pool gear from Seattle to Whidbey Island. He made this trip twice a month in the summer, and a couple of times throughout the winter for one person: WY — an entrepreneur with a $6 million waterfront estate on Smuggler’s Cove.

I offered my earlier suggestion, not wanting to leave just yet. Presley shrugged. “Sure, why not.” “We could grab a drink?” I suggested, and she smiled up at me. “Always an excuse.” She winked, but we began to move in that direction, turning away from the main street full of bars and restaurants, toward the waterfront area. I loved it down here. Full of quirky stores, bars, restaurants and coffee stores. There was truly something for everyone. It stretched for miles along the beach, and it was always busy on the warmer evenings as people came to enjoy the nightlife. I often came to sit on the beach and enjoy time alone. Or, I would come with friends and enjoy the bars too. It would all depen

Beverly Carington I parked the car and then walked into the seaworld alone. I bought the ticket and walked in. I took the map of the place and started to stroll around by myself. Actually, I never have time to go to places like this because I'm damn busy. I think 1 year is enough for me to rest and start enjoying my life a little bit. Just like what Becca said. I strolled the entire seaworld and couldn't get any happier. I love this place and really the best place for me to heal myself physically and psychologically. After that, I decided to go to Malibu beach. I have loved that place since yesterday.. I decided to go there again.

I drive to the private beach I once brought Jake to just to be alone for a while. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore greets me as I park the car and step out. I walk barefoot onto the cool sand, a bottle of whiskey in hand, and settle down close enough to the tide where the ocean could touch my skin. I twist the cap off the bottle and take a sip. “Ooh, that’s bitter,” I mumble, grimacing as the fiery liquid burns my throat.

Jason's dying father has a special last request for his son. Enjoy.. ****** I leaned against the railing of the deck and taking a sip of my beer, looked out across Easton's beach. By far the largest beach in Newport and the only one that had cabins for rent, it was still fairly crowded despite the fact it was after eight o'clock. I heard a female voice call out "cheers" and looked over to see an extremely attractive blonde walking with an equally hot brunette. They were both holding bottles of coke that I'm sure were spiked and when they saw me looking; hoisted them at me.

SCARLETT Izer drove the car to the outskirts of the city. Surprisingly, there was a whole ass beach out there and I knew nothing about it. I took in the quiet area at night. The sound of waves hitting the shore and washing back was soothing. But that was not the object of my focus. I had to pay attention to the small wooden structure in the distance. A pier, and a small warehouse. Izer stopped the car and turned off the engine. His eyes were watching the silent place just like me.

With a resigned nod, he gave in. "Okay, okay, where to? What's the big adventure for today?" Whitey did a silent victory dance in her mind. "Yes! I want to go hunt for seashells at the beach." The beach was Whitey's all-time favorite spot. It was where she felt free and at ease, where she could gaze at the endless blue sea, watch seagulls fly above the waves, and marvel at the shimmering seashells. However, the best part was building sandcastles with Matheo.