Timothee Chalamet X Reader Novels & Stories

Harry Chalamet leaned against the balcony. He was lost in thought as he stared at the photo in his hand. I could not see his face clearly under the hazy moonlight. A cold breeze blew in from the balcony, and I coughed lightly. He froze for a moment. Then, he instinctively closed the balcony door. “You’re awake?” I suppressed the bitterness I felt and forced myself to ignore the fact that he had hidden the photo as fast as a lightning strike. “I feel a bit thirsty.”

“Under the all seeing eye of Selene, I, Alpha Tatum Cromwell accepts your rejection, Carmela Easton as my mate.” The moment the words leave Tatum’s lips, a painful grunt escapes Leila and she grips her chest from the strong and unexpected pain that strikes her heart.

Chase warns him. “The weird little thing I couldn’t figure out has shown its purpose. It’s positioned perfectly at my clit, and it’s sucking while Hudelone rails into me. Heat burns through my bones, and I’m silenced by the pleasure that builds,” Jax reads aloud with a grin. “Okay, stop reading the fucking book!” Chase laughs, shaking his head as he walks off. “I’m reading them all. Every single one of her books,” Jax smirks, clearly enjoying himself.

She wanted to respond, but stopped when they heard a scream from the study. She and Alex shared a glance before they rushed to the study. When they entered, they stumbled upon the scene of Elle bawling her eyes out while questioning Damien on why he was still writing to Ariel. Damien just sat on his chair, staring blankly like what he was watching had nothing to do with him. Alex growled as Jasmine went to comfort Elle. "Damien l! Why the hell would you treat Elle like this? She is carrying your child for heaven's sake!" Alex yelled. Damien just kept looking at them without a change in expression.

We just stood there, watching from the threshold like ghosts who didn’t want to disturb the present. The kid with the textbooks glanced up first. Saw us. Eyes widened—recognition hitting like a blindside block. “You’re… Dante Cruz?” Dante nodded once—calm, easy. The kid’s mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. “And you’re Eli Summers. The writer.” I smiled—crooked, the same one I’d had at twenty when I was still trying to figure out how to talk to the intimidating quarterback across the room. “Guilty.”

She pulled Tim into a warm, familiar hug, and Tim responded with soft, continental kisses on her cheeks. "Cam, this is Chloe. Chloe Wellman," Tim said, his hand finding the small of Chloe's back—a gesture that felt like both a shield and a claim. "Chloe, this is Camille Laurent." Chloe took a breath, smoothed the invisible wrinkles of her emerald gown, and stepped forward with a wide, radiant smile. She took Camille’s hand, her grip firm yet elegant. "It is such an honour to finally meet you, Camille," Chloe said, her voice steady. "I was just admiring the depth of the shadows in your 'Midnight on the Seine' series. The way you captured the loneliness of the water... It’s haunting."

Liam says, growling toward me. “It’s okay. I’ll be back soon. I need to tell Ana something important,” Chloe says, placing her hand on Liam’s shoulder to calm him down. He looks like he wants to rip my head off for trying to take Chloe away. “Okay, be quick. There is so much we need to do and catch up on,” he says, smirking. He instantly cooled down the second Chloe touched him. I don’t think I’ve ever touched Theodore . I can’t help the tiny tears that fill my eyes, seeing how amazing they are with each other. I quickly draw my tears back before either of them see them. Chloe and I walk back to the living room to talk.

" Just call me if you need anything. No, he wasn't going to call his mother or any of his friends. He left a message for Merilee that he would be on deck and picked up Thunder struck, the book he'd he had brought and tried to read on the plane. At that time, he was unable to concentrate. It will be who would be luckier now? The book had been written by Theresa's new boyfriend, the author Australian Damien Black. Matt had gone with the Fallons to Damien's reading and had been drawn to from the passage Damien had read. He was about to buy the book when Theresa stopped him.

He would scroll through the latest reviews and fan theories while his other hand slowly worked under her clothes, fingers tracing lazy patterns that made it hard for her to focus on anything else. “This one says Damon is the perfect amount of toxic,” he would murmur against her ear, two fingers sliding deeper. “She wants him to put another baby in Lila before the end of the year. Should we give the readers what they want?” Juliet would try to laugh and then break off into a soft moan when he found the spot that always made her hips move. The book had become its own kind of foreplay. Their private joke. Their shared secret that the entire internet thought it owned while the real version staye