Beachvibes Stories

Willa Jane Maybank was born a Pogue and raised by the tide. JJ's younger sister, a surfer with too many feelings and nowhere to put them, she's caught between two boys from opposite worlds-John B Routledge, who feels like home, and Rafe Cameron, who feels like a mistake she can't stop making. In the Outer Banks, love is dangerous. And the ocean always pulls you under.

Some summers change you forever. This one would change everything.

Every summer, Emma returns to the same beach town with her family. And every summer, she runs into Noah-the boy with the messy hair, crooked smile, and a history with her she's never quite understood. But this year, everything feels different. Maybe it's the way he looks at her. Maybe it's the way she looks back. Or maybe... it's finally their time. (PD:Parts of this story were developed with the help of an AI as a creative tool.)

Jordan was ready for a chill summer - sun, sand, and her mom's best friend's beach house. What she wasn't ready for? Charlie. Brunette, tan, annoyingly cute... and somehow way funnier than she remembered. They've grown up circling the same family vacations, awkward cookouts, and too many childhood photos - but now, Charlie's taller, cockier, and way too good at pushing her buttons. He's the kind of guy who acts unbothered, teases her nonstop, and smirks every time she gets flustered. Oh - and he just so happens to surf like it's no big deal. Jordan's the sweet one. Blonde beach waves, ocean-blue eyes, a little shy at first - but once she's comfortable? She's hilarious, loud, and doesn't let Charlie get away with anything. Their parents are inseparable. Which means Jordan and Charlie are stuck with each other all summer long. And whether they're tossing insults in the kitchen, racing paddleboards, or pretending not to care, there's something building between them neither one of them can joke their way out of. A summer of banter, board shorts, late-night drives, and maybe - just maybe - falling in love when you least expect it.

Lo Finnegan and her family left their hometown Bradford to try and make a living five years ago. They just moved back for the start of her senior year into the high class housing; now apart of the council, local country club, yacht events and everything in between. Except Lo hasn't left the roots she formed while they still lived low income, so she goes right back to it even in her hometown. Reigniting flames and getting herself into something she never expected.

Maura never wanted to spend her summer on the Outer Banks. She came only because her mom asked, hoping a short visit would be enough to ease whatever worry was behind her voice. But the moment Maura sets foot on the island, she feels it. The shift in the air. The eyes that linger. The sense that everyone knows something she does not. Her mom told her to enjoy the beaches, meet a few locals, and try to relax. Simple enough. Until Maura starts to notice the patterns. Strangers who seem to recognize her. A family name she has never heard whispered like a warning. A past she does not remember tied tightly to a place she has never been. The Outer Banks has its own rhythm, shaped by secrets buried in sand and salt. Maura is supposed to be a visitor, nothing more. Instead, she finds herself pulled into a story that began long before she arrived, one her mom never prepared her for. Now the island is waking up around her, and Maura has to decide if she is ready to learn the truth it has been holding for years.

They both were in a relationship that could not be forgotten Read the story to find out

Harry is ten, wild-hearted, and full of sunshine - the kind of kid who turns summer into a playground. With his ginger fluff of hair, oversized orange hoodie, and a popsicle always in hand, he lives like the ocean's his best friend. Bill is twelve, quiet and thoughtful, with eyes like candlelight and a frog hat always pulled low over his face. He'd rather talk to dragonflies than people - except for Harry. One chaotic, unforgettable summer on the coast, their friendship deepens into something even they don't have the words for yet. Between frog plushies, beach races, and late-night stargazing, they begin to understand the feeling of first love - innocent, real, and warm as the sand beneath their feet. A modern-day twist on Achilles and Patroclus - but softer, younger, and messier. 🌊 A coming-of-age BL story about laughter, quiet affection, and holding hands when the tide rolls in.

This story is such a romance and will bring you joy, Anger, tears, and some may even blush from reading this. This story contains some inappropriate mature content such as, Nudity, Sexual acts, and Adult language. You have been advised and warned so don't tell me I didn't warn you ;). This is MY story so give credit if your using my characters, plot, or storyline. I WILL SUe YOU IF YOU DON'T GIVE CREDIT AND I FIND OUT ABOUT IT :). Besides, it's lame to not be creative and use your own ideas. Before reading this, grab your popcorn, Takis, potato chips and soda (trust me you'll be needing all that).

Just read🏝

Life for May Rose was not easy. Between her father leaving and her distant brother her life is chaos. She always makes sure no one comes into her life so she isn't heart broken or breaks someone else's heart but one spot on the beach changes her life but is it for the good?

after a few year's MIA....serafina cruise is back on the island!!!

I wrote this story with a close colleague in mind...something sweet and lighthearted just for her. She enjoys romance when it's about others, though she's not one to seek it out for herself. In my version of her story, she stumbles upon love in the most unexpected way. And since she has a thing for Italian men, I couldn't resist giving her the very best...straight from my imagination. _________________________________________________________________ He's the brooding Italian groomsman she never asked for. She's the island girl who doesn't believe in love stories, not even at a wedding. Keilani agreed to be a bridesmaid out of love for her aunt-not to get paired up with a stranger for two weeks of wedding prep. But when she meets Marco De Luca, the groom's brooding, maddeningly attractive nephew, sparks start flying in all the wrong (and right) ways. He's intense. She's unimpressed. And neither of them is looking for love. But under the warm skies of Fiji, hearts have a way of unravelling. And when tension turns into something deeper, Keilani must decide: will she keep her walls up... or take the risk no one expects? A slow-burn island romance filled with banter, unexpected chemistry, and the kind of connection you can't outrun, even in paradise.

This story is about sixteen year old Tara who decides to take her chance and go for the "school over water" boat trip. For half a year she'll get taught on a ship with thirty other students and will be able to explore many new countries from around the world. Who doesn't love diving, surfing, campfires, new friends and sightseeing tours? But life is not like in the movies. Turbulences, homesickness and hard decisions must be endured. And what plans does Love have for Tara?

everything started when Katie a decided to move away from new York to Australia to start a new life without knowing what was she getting herself into and that one step changed her life and made her love story cuter

A summer getaway. A pretty beach and beach house. The perfect beach town. Supposed to be one of the best summers ever before Luke and Reed head off to college, it quickly goes to shit- within a week. Isn't drama supposed to hold off until at least the second week of school? Apparently not in this case. On top of Reed and Isla constantly bickering and arguing it definitely doesn't help at all. Reed and Isla, aka Tom and Jerry. Constantly going at it; annoying each other, competing for everything, belittling each other, bickering and arguing 24/7. Luke being the only mediator between them is torn when he has to choose between his sister and best friend. Someone's definitely getting hurt and there's no way to avoid that. Can they fix it though? Who knows.

They didn't mean to hurt her. Not really. "Aloo. Panda. Motu." They were just nicknames. Cute. Funny. Said with love, wrapped in laughter. So she laughed too. She laughed until her stomach hurt. Until her jaw ached. Until the laughter sounded real enough to even fool herself. But at night-when the house fell silent and the only sound was her ceiling fan clicking rhythmically-those names didn't feel so cute anymore. In the quiet, they became weights. Weighing on her arms. Her cheeks. Her stomach. Her heart. She wasn't fat. Not really. She wasn't ugly either. But she wasn't beautiful. Not the kind of girl people wrote songs about. She wasn't the girl. She was the friend. The confidante. The shoulder to cry on. The afterthought. And she had made peace with it. Or at least, that's what she told herself every morning as she tugged her oversized hoodie sleeves over her hands and let her untamed curls fall like a curtain around her face. Until him. Until his eyes didn't skim past her like everyone else's. Until his smile didn't say "cute" like she was a stuffed toy. Until his presence made her question everything she had built her walls for. This isn't a story about glow-ups. This is a story about a girl who was never broken. Just unseen.

A short story of a peaceful beach house being enjoyed by the new owner when suddenly, it's erupted by her worst nightmare.