Charli D'amelio 2020 Novels & Stories

Then, suddenly, his fingers froze on the remote. On the screen was a news broadcast from Country M. A high-profile social event. Cameras flashed, journalists swarmed, and at the center of it all was a woman, a woman who looked exactly like Aria. Dressed in an elegant gown, she clung to the arm of a striking man. The caption below read: "Alaric Royale and his wife, Elona Royale, make a stunning appearance at the charity gala."

"Four months, Amelia. And we're just hearing about it now." Amelia took another drink, seemingly unfazed. "So what? She's probably just scraping by. That's the fate of ex-cons." "That's what I thought," I countered, stopping in front of her. "Until I saw this picture." "What picture?" I pulled up the haunting image on my phone-Adrian with Darcy Rodrigo and a little girl who looked oddly familiar. "This one. She works for this billionaire or so I thought." Amelia squinted at the screen, her indifference shifting to sharper awareness. "That's... Darcy Rodrigo. I've seen him in the society news."

Lila Winstone knelt in the mud and waited for a man to choose her. Aurelia Chen doesn't wait for anyone. She laid the dress over her arm and reached for her laptop to review her keynote notes. The charity was real. The cause was good. The venue was neutral ground. She could do this. She'd survived worse. Her phone buzzed. Unknown number. Three lines. You're coming back. I know you are. I'll be there. She stared at the screen. Her thumb hovered over the block option. She didn't block it.

Dante ran a warm bath for her. … “Omg!! These pictures came out so nice.” Amelia's assistant bootlicked her after the premiere pictures for the reality show came out. Amelia smiled proudly and opened her I*******m and posted one with the caption. “Anticipate me on your screen.” In less than a minute the picture was trending, with her fans gushing over her. “No one can beat this.” “Our one and only Queen Amelia.” “Spot the glow, guys. Can't wait for the show to start.”

Still doubling back in laughter ,a loud shout tore amidst the curious bystanders. "Give him his book back!" Heads turned to face at the source of the commanding tone.I knew that voice. It was Charli Dawson.Another highschool freak. Dressed in all black , her make up greatly amplified today, with the extra dark lip stick and mascara, the girl reprimanded , her eyes a pale imitation of her mother's.I never used to see any resemblance between Amanda and her daughter , but today,I saw some fraction of it.

She sees me, waves her friend goodbye and attempts to leave. “Charlie.” I called. “Hello Stan.” Her friend walks away, not wanting to see her friend being punished. “What was that about?” I ask. “That was Amelia. She’s in charge of the dessert for our opening party, and she brought some sample cake.” “Let me see.” She shows me a piece of chocolate cake wrapped in a see through foil. “You can have this one, let me know what you think boss.” Charlie says and heads back to her desk.

"Bianca and I decided to get married again. This time, I wanted it to be a grand wedding." "Oh, wow!" Amelia's eyes widened with delight and excitement. "Let me handle it, Bianca, Gideon. I'll seek help from the most famous wedding organizers in the country." Amelia was preoccupied with Gideon's announcement of a grand wedding when an unexpected person came. "Charlie, I thought you're not coming," Amelia said. She stood up and greeted her son. I stiffened in my seat. After the talk we had last week, I hadn't seen him again. Until now.

she pointed at an A–lister, "Cora will advertise our lipsticks and beauty parlor. "However, what else aside from their beauty can they offer our company?" She asked. "Cora is the daughter of the Mayor of Nairaland, while Charlotte is the best upcoming model the Country has at the moment. "... but Ma'am, what about Amelia Wales? You didn't choose her. She's one of the biggest Celebrities in Nairaland. It's a guarantee that she'd do a better job with marketing. Moreover, she's the third most followed Celebrity in Nairaland."

You could tell that she was really angry from her voice. But still, Amelia did not get the person she was talking about. Chloe called almost every person she did not like a bitch so, she was not sure who she was talking about at the moment. “Who?” “That bitch, Layla!” she said the name through gritted teeth. Amelia was startled when she heard the name. When she had gone overseas, Chloe had told her that Layla had debuted as a model under the History Entertainment agency. The company was managed by her grandmother, the iron lady herself, Eva.

Amelia continued calmly, “is Shantel Moore.” Adrian frowned. “Yes, she already introduced herself. She claims the child—” “I know,” Amelia cut in gently. “She claims Wendy is her daughter.” Adrian gestured toward Shantel. “And she insists someone took the child from her.” Amelia let out a quiet humorless laugh. “Yes… she does say many things.” Shantel’s voice rose again. “Stop twisting things!” Amelia ignored her and continued speaking to Adrian. “About a week ago, she contacted Charles with a shocking claim. She said the daughter they once had together— a little girl she claimed had died years ago— was actually alive.”