Hotel Transylvania Pool Novels & Stories

"Did you just say save a failing inn in the middle of nowhere?" Her camera shifted slightly, changing angles. Behind her looked like a Kensington commercial come to life: a pool glittering under the sun in the hills of southern Verdania, vineyards cascading down the slope like they'd been hand-combed. I squinted. "Are you… at the pool?" "I'm in a strategic meeting," Zoey replied, dead serious, floating on a giant grape-shaped inflatable. "This wine and I are discussing happiness metrics. Now repeat the part about the inn."

I asked her. I smirked at her but said nothing. As the doors opened, we stepped out into the hallway and walked to the large glass doors that led to the poolside patio. This hotel had one of the largest pools in the country, along with several hot tubs. The pool overlooked the beach; there were a ton of light streamers lighting up the night sky and with the bright stars and quarter moon, it was perfect for night swimming. “Where is everybody?” She asked, noticing that there was nobody at the pool despite the hotel being busy.

“Go ahead.” “What the fuck, Troy? Are you out in the parking garage or something?” “Swimming pool. A couple of our tipsy female guests thought it would be a good idea to go topless.” I wonder what the hell that has to do with anything. Must be windy outside. “Unless they decided to come inside the casino, how is that something security can't handle?” He laughs in that deep baritone of his. “Remember the NASCAR convention this weekend?” I roll my eyes, imagining a bunch of sweaty rednecks confronted with bare tits. “Say no more. Can you go up to Linc's playroom and notify me when the delivery gets there?”

Chapter One Hundred And Forty Eight The indoor pool is completely dark, except for the soft, white lights coming from within the water. Lana steps fully into the closed dome as her mouth drops open, taking in the sight of the huge pool. This was the first time she was coming to this part of the house. Hell, no one told her the Romero villa had a fucking indoor pool. She grinned wildly as she walked towards the edge of the pool. Suddenly, she stopped, frowning slightly at the rippling water. It's dark surface shimmered with her reflection dancing in it.

There was an extension building built southwest of the mansion, intended as a bar, entertainment area, and pool area. The building had a Mediterranean structure, mixed with Gothic arches and lovely Greek pillars. The pool area was surrounded by palm trees and the turquoise pool itself was shaped like a big letter ‘S,’ exactly living up to the name of the resort. Lianne, upon seeing the way her friends looked at her, raised a confused brow and questioned them. “What? What’s up with those funny faces of yours?” “By some way, you didn’t have some mischievous activity last night Lianne did you?” Jen answered with a calculating look on her face.

“Still not used to how… prepared everything is here.” “You’ll get there,” she teased, stepping in beside him. “Come on. We’ll take the back hall to the pool. Less chance of bumping into my dad mid-shirtless stretch.” Cato snorted. “That would definitely be a royal-level horror.” Seris laughed. “Right?” ⸻ The Royal Pool and Sauna

Poor hotty! I action him to come out, but he keeps staring at me blankly. I open the door, take his other hand to lift him out of the car. I see blood on his knuckles and light scratches like he had bruised his hand a week ago. Hotty smells like he is completely drenched in alcohol, bathed and perfumed in whiskey. I put his arm around my shoulder for support as we walk towards the main building. God, he is heavy! There is a huge swimming pool in between the two buildings. One is made up of glass and I can clearly see it’s a gym. The other building looks like a seven-star hotel. Only the lightning of the building might cost the same as my apartment.

"The water in the pool house is heated. It feels like silk on the skin. I want to feel the water and I want to feel both of you." They walked to the back of the estate. The pool house was a giant building made of glass and blue stone. Inside, the air was warm and smelled like chlorine and expensive tropical perfume. The pool was huge, with blue lights glowing under the water. The water was perfectly still, like a blue mirror. Marcus, the giant guard, stripped off his uniform. He was a mountain of dark, hard muscle. Leo took off his clothes too. He stood proud. He was young, but his cock was standing tall and ready for battle.

Whitney slumped back into her chair and continued working on the case files of the murder of Judy Nathan. Waldorf Hotels, 16:00 hours Amongst other striking features the Waldorf Hotel possessed was its striking pool. The fascinating, open-air swimming pool is located near a tremendous ocean with a beautiful view. The swimming pool was constructed with cool blue tiles that enhance the color of the water in the pool. This pool was the center of attraction for most visitors, especially the wealthy people of America. In hot seasons, the hotel management often organized countless pool parties for the high and mighty families around the state and beyond. The pool could carry at least 1000 humans a

Judging by Alex’s reaction when he saw us dancing, it had worked—a little too well, judging by Madeline’s glare. “I didn’t realize you knew Alex,” I fibbed. My stomach churned, and not because of Madeline’s poisonous tone. The Hausses’ pool room looked like a luxurious, modern Roman bath, all white marble and gilded columns. The pool itself gleamed turquoise beneath a glass dome that revealed the night sky in all its glory, and I spotted the colorful swirl of mosaics beneath the water forming the shape of a mermaid. But the smell of chlorine and sight of all that water…