Timothee Chalamet Pool Novels & Stories

Izzy jolts, but Carter grips her shoulders and says, “Now, look.” She obeys, and when the elevator opens, it comes into view. The surprise that Carter is referring to is a private pool with candles lit around it. There is also a bottle of champagne that’s chilling on ice. “This is quite…” she whispers. “…unexpected.” “I thought maybe we could use some privacy,” he says, his voice deep and enticing. “Let’s have a swim?” The place is definitely better than Carter’s riverside house. She knows because Aria had described it to her before. This time though, there are servants hovering around the private pool, so it’s not really that private.

“It’s like something out of a travel magazine.” “I told you,” I said, smiling. “I’m moving in,” Malik announced, already kicking off his shoes and dipping a toe into the water. “I don’t care if you have to adopt me as a cousin.” “Get out of my pool, Malik,” I said, trying not to laugh. Denise and Zendaya were already pulling out their phones, taking pictures of the stunning view—the pool reflecting the sunlight, the palm trees swaying lazily in the wind, and the marble steps leading down into the clear water.

* Princess Caralyn storms into the pool area with the Supreme Ultima’s suit jacket in her hand. She looks around, but there is no sign of Mateo. That will be the second place she has been to, searching for him. She had gone to the dining room first, since it was the closest to the kitchen. She is about to leave the pool area when a sudden pump of water hits her face, and she gasps in surprise, almost falling back as she startles. Giggles erupt from Chiara as Caralyn tries to dodge the water. It finally stops. Caralyn wipes her face with her palms, her eyes landing on two figures: Liam, smiling from ear to ear, clearly finding the situation funny, and Chiara, holding the water gun, giggling w

Why was I so sensitive to him? Not giving Damien another chance to repeat the move, I removed his hand from my thighs and turned towards my best friends. “Guys, do you wanna go to the pool back at the main hotel? It’s really big and has a natural waterfall in it. I heard they even have water sports.” “Really? What kind?” Victor was instantly interested. “Water polo and water volleyball. That’s what I heard some of the guests say when I was strolling down the beach last night.”I answered him, watching Damien frown from the corner of my eyes.

this pool belongs to me" he repeated again. "What! Why? how?" I asked. The door opened and Artemis walked in, "there you are! She said, grinning." "So, Artemis, I see you forgot to tell her this was my property." He said, his eyes gleaming mischievously. She sighed, " Hayley, this pool was made for Poseidon. Zeus gave him this spot as his private spot. The fishman also missed his habitat. And I don't think you can use the term 'property' for a pool in Zeus's house."

I push open the heavy oak door. The pool is a sanctuary of silence and echoes. Moonlight filters through the glass roof, carving bluish diamonds on the black, still water. The air is humid, heavy with chlorine and a mineral scent. I am not alone. He is there, standing at the edge of the pool, on the other side. He didn't hear me enter. He looks at the water, his back turned. He isn't in uniform. He wears a simple black t-shirt that molds to the breadth of his shoulders, and dark sweatpants. He is barefoot. He seems... disarmed. Human. A crack in the armor.

“If Stellan hadn’t jumped in, I’d be dead!” Leona’s gaze dropped to the pool. Then back up. “The pool is one meter forty deep, Rebecca.” Her voice was pure ice. “You could have simply stood up.” Silence. Garrison made a sound like he’d swallowed something sideways. Rebecca’s mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. “You — I — there was a current, or—” Leona pointed past her shoulder toward the tree line. Everyone turned. A small black camera lens blinked between the leaves, angled directly at the pool.

They ran into the bar that was stocked with everything from pineapple juice to champagne, and they came rushing out towards the pool. “There's a pool!” Tiffany shouted. “And a hammock!” Timmy yelled. “I get it first.” I followed them through the glass doors leading out to the massive private deck. There was an outdoor dining area, an infinity plunge pool, and—just like Timmy said—a netted hammock suspended above the ocean and steps that led straight into the water. Tropical bliss. “Want to see the master suite?” Thane offered me his hand, something flickered in his eyes when I placed mine in his.

“No promises.” I glance at the back door. It’s locked. I slip my bikini top over my head, then slide my bottoms off, tossing them onto the chair. The air is hot on my bare skin, goosebumps chasing down my arms. I stand, feeling more naked than I ever have in my life, and walk to the edge of the pool. Liam watches, hungry and unashamed. “Fuck, Tess. You’re beautiful.” I try to act casual, but the way he looks at me makes my knees weak. I slide into the water, gasping as it closes over my skin.

They left for Santorini, Greece, after spending a day in Athens. Amaro booked a villa for them. At sunset, Kashmir wanted to swim. She wore her bikini, donned a robe and walked towards the private balcony where the pool is situated. Amaro was at the sun lounger looking at his MacBook. He didn’t notice Kashmir drawing near the other sun lounger as he was reading an important email. Kashmir took her robe off and went near the edge of the pool and dive. Amaro looked at the pool as soon as he heard the splashing of water. He saw Kashmir swimming in her ravishing bikini.