Castle Swimmer Fanart Novels & Stories

I walk until the water is up to my waist. Closing my eyes, taking a few breaths, I dive under the water and swim as the shift takes hold. I breach the surface, throwing my head back as I do. My wet hair is thrown back. I open my eyes, smiling as I look at Carter, who is naked as he enters the water. He isn’t scared; he is confident. I swim closer to him when he stops. The water up to his chest.

“I don’t know her last name but I can tell you what she looks like. She is about as tall as you. Her hair is black but I don’t think it’s her natural hair color. She had a nose piercing and wore a silver nose ring the last time I saw her. She usually dresses in floral prints, you know…to ward off the suspicion that she is doing anything related to witchcraft…since you know…people assume that witches practicing dark arts wear dark clothes all the time.” Katya controls her tongue to not comment on that. This kid is not dumb. “She has a tattoo…a black rose on her collarbone. She also wore a black stone necklace on her neck. I don’t think I have ever seen her without it. Other than that….” He sq

" He said, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me slightly. "Thanks," I whispered looking at the girl I was painting staring back at me, her lips were painted red with some of it dripping down her skin. The blue and white waves welled up in her eyes while some of it streamed down her face. I was only starting on her hair, and so far I had grey locks covering part of her face. "What is it that you can't do?" He asked with a smile on his face as he looked at the painting astonished. "Suck dick," I said looking up at him with a grin and he looked back down at me shocked before clearing his throat.

I shook my head. "Hey, Zhanaia!" he called me. "Come here, see this one." I walk towards him. He pointed out the artwork of a nude woman in fire. "Do you know this one?" he asks. I nodded. "Yes. That's artwork from one of the important contemporary artist of Switzerland, Pipiloti Rist, entitled 'Swimming In A Bath Of Lava'. This is a miniature video of a woman swimming in a bath of lava that captivates a mixture of wit and powerfully visual of the woman in the fires of hell. And it is said that the subject of this artwork of Rist is about a self-confident woman in a fervid environment that mixes eroticism and assertive feminine physicality." I explain.

Marc closed his eyes, trying to push her out of his mind. But the harder he tried, the clearer her smile became. “Uncle Marc,” Cassandra’s sweet voice echoed in his head. “Teach me how to swim. You used to be a champion, right?” Marc swallowed hard as his eyes locked onto her. She was standing in the water, wearing a tiny two-piece swimsuit. Her wet hair clung to her shoulders, her glistening skin making her look even more tempting. Cassandra reached for his hand, guiding it toward her chest.

Celeste said, making herself comfortable on Baltasar’s lap. Celeste was wearing a black & silver one piece bikini. It exposed her back and had lacey straps around her neck and at her hips. Baltasar wore some chocolate brown and orange swim trunks that came down past his knees. I was wearing a cream, red and beige bikini. The top was strapless with beige flowers on it, while the bottom was barely considered a skirt with a built in panty and tied at my hips. Lio’s swim trunks were a solid navy blue.

“Just like the boys. Don’t worry about it. Come, sit. It’s not often we get wanderers and you seem like you have a hell of a story.” I set my backpack down on the floor and pulled off my jacket. My tank top felt gross and I sat down, careful not to lean against the back of the couch. Nasir laid down on top of my feet. “Goddess above, is that a marking?” He leaned in, now looking at my arms. The silver pattern shimmered in the light and I blushed. “Yeah.” “How far does it reach?” “It covers down to my feet.”

Even if it involves getting her hands dirty and she encourages her swimmers to do the same. Arte came to stand beside me, taking her place in the middle as our lead. She always chose the middle, giving us all a sense of security. I watched her look to the stands and wave frantically at her boyfriend, Cole, who waved back. When Arte looked away and focused on the water, I watched Cole's eyes gaze at another girl. I grimaced. This was the second time I'd seen him looking at that girl like this...As if he were in love with her. His eyes were so soft and gooey when looking at that little shark, Ebony Walters.

Creighton stopped and pointed to the beautiful blue and yellow fish, not very large, only about two or three inches long, swimming along the edge of a rock. “It’s a flameback angelfish,” Creighton’s voice filtered calmly through her helmet. “And over there in the sand, see it? It’s a white spotted bamboo shark.” “A shark?” She gulped in fear as a warm hand touched the small of her back, steadying her from swimming backward. “It won’t hurt you. It’s considered a carpet shark and harmless to humans.” She drew a deep breath and relaxed, the warmth of his hand remained on her back. “Take a picture,” he reminded her, and she pulled the arm holding the camera up and snapped the button.

I hadn't been alone with any other men beyond that, and the only other person I was close to was Gianna, who couldn't possibly be the one since she was a woman. I furrowed my brow, and then it hit me—a month ago, Gianna and I had gone swimming at the public pool, where some guy harassed me. He deliberately swam close to me and even made disgusting, inappropriate gestures toward me. I was beyond furious, and Gianna went off on my behalf, furiously dressing down the man for what he had done.