Timothee Chalamet Pool Novels & Stories

I turned another page. The words blurred for a second as my eyes burned. Then: The pool is closed now. It had to be. My stomach dropped. Pool. I sat up straighter, papers rustling. Did Damien have a pool? Of course he did. Rich men collect water and call it luxury. But Katherine’s tone… it wasn’t casual. It was weighted. I scanned the next lines hungrily. Not the full story. Not yet. But enough. Enough to know something happened there.

He sucked in through his nose, gathered momentum, resting his palms on the edge of the pool, and with a leap, he rose, emerging, drawing with him a quantity of water that curtained around his body. Carla glued herself to the glass doors, her lips parted and she felt thirsty. What her eyes beheld almost unblinkingly, was a full-fledged man emerging from a pool, wearing a dark blue boxer that fit like a heart attack, completely wet, showing off an incredibly shapely body.

“We’re done for today.” ~ Kadeem wasn’t even remotely close to done with Chelsea. He could still feel the shape of her body against him even as he watched her walk out of the pool area - never looking back once. He almost wanted to hop out of the pool and trail after her, but he lost his chance as she already reached the door to the women’s locker room. It wasn’t until it swung shut that he realized he was still standing in the pool. Alone

Then there are doors that take you outside and are solid glass so that you can see the gorgeous view outside. The pool is huge and looks cozy. The water is crystal clear and there's a large fountain where the water enters into the pool. There are several chairs with thick cushions up and down both sides. "Wow, it's like a big bathtub." She said. Tamera is nervous about swimming naked. Even though she and Dax have made love and even showered together. She's still shy about showing her body. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. Look at what your body does to me." Dax said.

She just smiled faintly and excused herself to fetch a clean set of loungewear. She found Theo at the pool. He was slicing through the water with fluid, powerful strokes, his body moving with the ease of a professional swimmer. For a moment, she was mesmerized. Then without warning, he surged upward, emerging from the pool like a predator. Droplets clung to his jet-black hair, trickling down his sharp jawline across his defined collarbones, and Bianca's breath hitched. How does a man who eats so much still have such a perfect body?

They watched, their faces were tensed, the air was thick with unspoken desire. “Come on,” I called, my voice echoing, and dripping with challenge. “Or are you going to let me have all the fun?” Damien’s jaw clenched, but he stripped off his shirt, his muscular chest rippling under the moonlight, his eyes never leaving mine. Kade followed, his tattooed skin glowing, his grin wicked as he dove in. They swam toward me, their bodies cutting through the water, closing the distance until we were inches apart, the pool’s surface rippling with our breaths.

She had walked along that path for a while, past a cluster of flowers, before she saw the swimming pool Leandro had mentioned. The swimming pool was open-air, with coconut trees planted on both sides, four in a row. Under the trees, there were sun umbrellas and sun loungers. Near the side of the villa, there was a small room, inside which was a long table with a wooden color and white cushions, along with matching benches. When Charlotte walked past, Leandro was swimming in the pool. Under the sunlight, the man's robust figure was attractive, with his straight and slender legs usually hidden under his trousers. In the swimming pool, Leandro was like a flexible fish, with the water surface sh

“And a two-piece.” “Use a GoPro.” Janice stood. “Maybe you’ll find something like drugs.” She shrugged as I gaped. Is there such a thing? That could be interesting. “Ahw, seriously?” Callisto complained. I looked at Raven who shook his head. “Off to our room.” He reached my waist. “No.” I shook my head. “Don’t you want to swim?” He tilted his head. “We have a pool by the ground floor and another one connected to the seawater. Which do you prefer?”

She tiptoed barefoot through the halls, down the staircase, and out through the back patio doors. The night air was warm, tinged with jasmine and chlorine. Crickets sang in the distance. The pool shimmered in the moonlight—blue and tempting. And there, cutting through the water with slow, easy strokes, was Jace. Lena’s breath caught. He was shirtless, of course. His back muscles flexed with every movement, tattoos glinting against wet skin. He reached the edge, turned, and pushed off again, disappearing beneath the surface like a shadow.

Emily’s laughing somewhere to my left, doing a lazy backstroke while balancing her rosé glass like it’s a trophy. “Told you it was perfect! You look like someone just stole your soul.” I swipe water from my face and force a grin. “Maybe they did. You’re a terrible influence.” She splashes me. “And proud of it. Now stop brooding and swim.” I kick off the wall, gliding toward the deep end. The pool is massive—infinity edge overlooking the ocean, tiles glittering like shattered diamonds under the sun. I’m trying to focus on that, on the blue, on anything except the man who just walked out onto the terrace shirtless and is now dropping into a lounger like he owns the place. Well, he does.