Timothee Chalamet Pool Novels & Stories

They all just looked at the pool… "Whaaat!” At the pool was a body, swimming gracefully like he's one with the water. It was Zairo Lee, the best swimmer in the university. He won many times in every prestigious swimming competition here and abroad. After finishing his 100-meter freestyle, he’s like a model with wet hair ascending from the pool, every girls’ prince charming. With dark brown hair and deep blue eyes with stares as cold as ice. He’s the type of person that hides his emotions and his thoughts deep inside. He just nodded when he saw Migo, who like other girls was mesmerized with his beauty.

He waved at me. "You're awake too, Ana. Come on in." And then in the farthest corner of the pool, Leon. He sat quietly with his back against the pool wall. His face was facing the large glass window that looked out over the valley. He didn't glance at me at all, as if I wasn't there. As usual. "Come on, don't just stand there. The water's warm. It feels great," Adrian said. "I don't have a swimsuit." "You don't need a swimsuit. The water's cloudy because of the sulfur. Nothing will be visible," Sebastian said.

It would have been amazing to float and watch for shooting stars. "Want to see something cool?" Caelum asks. Without waiting for an answer, he climbed out of the pool and walked towards the panel. I looked at him and it took me a second that I was ogling at him…but who can help it when he's built like the sculptures of Ancient Greece? His taut back muscles and calves were flexing as he moved. And his butt? I wanted to slap myself for my thoughts. So, I dived down the water and tried to hold my breath as long as I could, trying to focus on doing the feat rather than someone's body.

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.

Princess Alleta asked. "Do you remember them?" asked prince Xander. Princess Alleta nodded. "Dante, Glory and Mr George, right?" asked Princess Alleta to be sure. Prince Xander smiled and nodded. "You're right, honey. They're probably having fun. They're very happy here," answered Prince Xander. "Wow, this pool is so beautiful. I've been holding myself back since the first time I saw this pool. After all, I have to bathe in this pool. Can I?" Princess Alleta asked with a pleading face to prince Xander.

I stopped and pulled off my shorts and white t-shirts in front of her before looking. "Tara in kas, let's go solo pool oh," he looks and me from head to before and remove his shirt in front of me. My lisp parted when it feels like a slowmo reveal of his freaking hit abs. "Dali," I pull his hand and we both step in the pool, the water is cold but it's just right. "Forget your stress at work, let's enjoy the night and forget about our stress." I said, let go of his hand and swim.

“You came harder than any of them. That’s currency. That’s power.” The door opened again. Damian entered, now in charcoal cashmere that clung to his frame like it was stitched on, holding a fresh SD card between two fingers. “Pool deck in twenty. Swimsuit optional.” He tossed the card; it landed on the duvet like a coin on a corpse. “Bring the Hasselblad. We’re shooting underwater. Breath-play series.”

Schuyler We enjoy a couple hours relaxing in the pool, using the swim-up bar, and soaking up our last day in the tropical heat. I relish Calvin’s attention and his body, which seems to be constantly in contact with mine. While in the deeper section of the pool, he loads me onto his back as he walks about. I lean over his shoulders to clasp my hands in front of his chest, and my thighs grip his hips. The sun-warmed skin on his back starkly contrasts the cool water that surrounds me. He lowers me to stand near the pool's edge.

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.

Liam floated in the swimming pool, the one tucked in the back of the mansion, away from the prying eyes of Ethan's endless stream of visitors. Even though the pool water was temperate enough to calm a suicidal man, Liam felt unsettled. He couldn't stop reminiscing about three days ago, when he was summoned by his father... ***