Timothee Chalamet Pool Novels & Stories

Archibald is wearing his navy swim trunks, the ones that show off his thigh tattoo a little bit. Isabella follows Archibald outside, towel slung over her shoulder. “It literally feels the same out here as inside the room,” Isabella says, whining. “There’s no difference. Except there’s a little breeze, so if anything, it’s better.” “Maybe it’ll be fixed by the time we go back in,” Archibald says. He sets his towel on the ground, then steps down the stairs leading into the pool, wading into the water. The pool is glowing fluorescent blue in the dark, the rippling water reflecting in waves of light across Archibald’s body. “Oh, this is much better.”

She had been searching for Gage for what felt like hours, but he seemed to be nowhere to be found. As she strolled along the winding paths, the sound of crickets and the distant beat of music from the resort's bar provided a soothing background melody. Nicole's eyes scanned the shadows, her feet carrying her towards the secluded pool on the backside of the resort. The pool was a tranquil oasis, surrounded by lush greenery and illuminated by the soft glow of underwater lights. The water's surface reflected the starry night sky above, creating a sense of depth and mystery. As Nicole approached the pool, she caught sight of Gage, his powerful strokes cutting through the water as he swam laps in

A week later, my house is loud. That alone feels like a victory. The pool is alive with splashing and laughter, sunlight flashing off the water like it’s showing off. Sofia is stretched out on a lounge chair pretending she’s relaxed while still tracking Renata’s every breath. Luca is in the pool, shirtless, holding their daughter just above the water while she kicks enthusiastically like she’s trying to swim her way into a medal. Gio is already wet, because of course he is, and Cara is perched on the edge with her feet in the water, sunglasses pushed up into her hair and then there’s Emma.

“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

I whisper, and Angelique nods in agreement. "Thank you," she says after Phoenix falls asleep. She places him in the now lukewarm water of HELLHOLE, adds some bay leaves, and begins chanting sacred mantras. I join her in the chant. "His skin looks normal!!" an excited Carol exclaims, and I can't help but giggle at her enthusiasm. "I'm curious about how you two became this close, but I'll ask we'll talk about that later," she whispers to me. I smile back at her.

“But your body language is screaming please whisk me away to drink overpriced wine and make out on cliffs.” “Oh my god,” she laughed, catching the pillow. “Your ego needs therapy.” “My ego has its own therapist.” Later, they changed into swimwear and took a dip in the private pool on the upper terrace. The water was cool, the sky cloudless, and for a few suspended moments, it felt like nothing else mattered. Amelia floated on her back, eyes closed, feeling the sun kiss her skin. Adrian swam over silently, creating soft ripples. He pulled her gently into his arms, letting her body drift against his.

"I hope you forgive me....Elise." In a serene courtyard , a tall and slender figure stood at the edge of a swimming pool. Dressed in a sleek swimming suit, a swim cap firmly fitted over his head, and goggles covering his eyes, Damian prepared to dive into the water. He moved with grace and skill, as if the pool was his natural habitat. With each stroke, he exuded an air of confidence and professionalism.

With the lights by the pool glowing faintly blue across the plants, the water shimmering under the moonlight, it was really pretty. Asher took a few steps closer, his bare feet silent on the cold stone. Then he could clearly make out Ethan and Charles's voice. Asher's brows pulled tight. What the hell were they doing out here? He moved even closer until he was barely shielded by a tall column and there he saw them. Both men were in the pool with Charles sitting shirtless at the dge, water lapping against his calves, while Ethan was in the water, swimming laps. Asher's eyes widened. He'd completely forgotten Charles even had a pool. He'd almost stepped out of the shadows to call out to them,

I tease, smiling widely up at him while I tread water in the center of the pool. His lips spread into a predatory grin and he moves forward, a lock of hair falling down over his forehead as he ambles over the rocks at the edge and gracefully enters the water. It ripples around his body as he slowly sinks beneath the surface, caressing the taut ridges of his abs and the corded muscles of his forearms. I trap my lower lip between my teeth, watching his every move like a total creep. Did the water just get hotter? Callum blows out a breath as his shoulders dip below the surface, his eyes sliding closed. “Damn, this is nice,” he rasps before flopping backwards, spreading out his limbs to float i