Timothee Chalamet Pool Novels & Stories

Tatum’s POV: After disappearing into our bedroom Luna never comes back through the house so she must have gone out the doors in our room. I get up and go into our room shutting the door behind me. The glass door is cracked slightly so I find my swimsuit and redress and head outside to the pool. Luna is propped peacefully on the side of the pool with her back to me as she looks up at the full moon above us. "Mind if I join you?" I ask softly as I slip into the pool.

At each corner of the pool were four cabanas with their saffron curtains that pulled open to reveal plush couches and chaise lounges inside. The few people around the pool were either splashing inside or sitting at the edges with their legs dipped in with beachy garnished cocktails in hand. Cassie order a piña colada. She plucked teb cherry off and popped it into her mouth, using her cocktail to chase it down. Arden stared at her. Every movement she made to him, seemed to be cinematic. An award winning performance. He was already because he was still dripping wet sitting on one of the beach chairs. He had decided to show us his swimming skills and perfectly moulded body. The man was built li

“I can’t have my best friends dating both my sisters. Don’t you guys think about me when you do these things?” I clapped his back. “You’ll live.” I stood, needing to call my mate. I waded through the bodies of dancing people to get to the backyard. Storm had a pool and a tennis court, and he didn’t even play tennis. Luckily, the pool area hadn’t flooded yet, but there were a few people getting ready to swim. “Campbell!” I turned to see Heath march towards me. “What?” I grumbled. “We need to talk. I just got off the phone with Ximena.”

"Pool time?" The girls nodded eager. By noon, the sun blazed high, heat shimmering off the patio. Liam changed into swim trunks, the loose fabric hiding his semi as he thought ahead. He stepped out to the deck, towel over his shoulder. The twins were already there—Sophia in her one-piece, modest but hugging her perky tits and ass. Isabella in her bikini, strings tied loose like an invitation to pull. They lounged on chairs, skin already glistening with sweat.

I spoke in a low voice as Theo's muscular hand stroked my back, which was only protected by a thin cloth. My hands wrapped around his stocky neck as he carried me around. He took me to the back of the mansion, where the pool is located. His handsome face was hidden in my neck with a savage growl when it reached the pool. His feet stepped on, one step at a time, until the cold water of the pool felt on my skin. Theo lowered my legs until the soles of our feet touched down there. He moved his body to remove his black shirt and pants to reveal his underwear, which protected his privacy.

She took the towel she had left over the rail and wrapped it around her shoulders, keeping her head slightly lowered as she made her way toward the changing room. There was no route that did not pass the warm-up pool. Sophia and Chloe had moved down from the spectators’ seats and were now sitting near Caroline as if the three of them had arranged to meet there all along. Chloe held up her phone, angling it for photographs. Sophia leaned close to Caroline with the bright, confidential air of a girl who loved being near a scandal as long as she was not the subject of it. Devon stood beside Caroline’s chair. When Chloe urged, “Lean closer, Devon, I want to take a photo of you two,” he did not r

Wanting to wash off the exhaustion, I closed the sketchbook, left my things on the bench, and made my way toward the pool area. The water was crystal clear, reflecting the fading light. I took a few steps onto the stone deck, expecting the usual stillness of an empty house, but the surface of the pool rippled violently. Damian broke through the water, sweeping his wet hair back with one hand as he pulled himself up against the edge of the pool. Water slid off his broad shoulders, his chest heaving evenly from the swim. I froze mid-step, my hand still resting against the strap of my sandals.

The white t -shirt he was wearing was now soaking wet. He stood up and picked up the cellphone that had been on the small table. He remained standing opposite the transparent corner of the gym where he could overlook the swimming pool glowing in the darkness caused by the light poles in the Miller mansion. "I want an exact and full details about Chelsie R. Shoin," Luke said after picking up the call that he just answered. "I want it as soon as possible," he added. "Interested?"

Imogen said. "Sure. Come with me," he said, walking ahead. Imogen dragged me along. "Hey," I muttered. "What is with you?" "Nothing, why?" "You are acting weird," she said. I scoffed but froze momentarily the minute we got to the spot where everyone was. The pool is in a rectangular shape and at the extreme end I can see Candela, Mimi's mum and Irina. Guess what. They are all wearing green bikinis. You have got to be kidding me.

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,