Charli D'amelio 2020 Novels & Stories

103 Alex Charlotte suddenly paused mid-rant, a sly smile creeping across her face. She tossed her phone onto the bed and leaned against the dresser, arms crossed, her expression calm and calculating. “Actually,” she said, her tone shifting to something almost playful, “coming late might not be such a bad thing after all.” I froze, one shoe in my hand, glaring at her in disbelief. “What are you even talking about?” She shrugged, her smile growing wider. “Think about it, Alex. You’re the President of the United States, and I’m the daughter of a powerful billionaire. People *expect* us to make an entrance.”

"She says just deliver, why check? What if it's confidential?" "You need to get going you two love birds," muttered Marie, who led in from the entrance. "Pamela and David are already at their errand, and you two are still romancing." "Get in, boy," shouted Daniela at Charles, who was still questioning the package. "Alright. Alright. Let’s get it done then," agreed Charles, heading in to start the trip. "Drive safely you two," wished Marie.

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.

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.

Alex said. “Sister-in-law, I am glad that I treated you nicely when you were overseas, or else, I would be walking around without my head,” Zane said as he laughed. The two wanted to hug her but just a single glare from Axel and they could only scratch their heads awkwardly as they shook her hand. Amelia did not feel nervous anymore after realizing that they were not there to chase the debt. But she turned to Axel with a questioning gaze. “They are going to walk the red carpet with you today at the Global Models Award,” Axel said.

Amelia didn’t respond to her immediately. Instead, she walked calmly toward Adrian. “I’m sorry for the sudden intrusion,” she said politely. Adrian looked between her, Charles, and the officers. “Amelia… what exactly is going on?” George nodded in agreement. “Yes, madam, we would like an explanation.” Amelia sighed softly. “Actually, that is exactly why I’m here.” She turned and briefly looked at Shantel, whose face was already burning with anger. “This woman,” Amelia continued calmly, “is Shantel Moore.”

"Ms. Krestel, is it?" I turned to my left to find a known face coming toward me. It was Amariel Dawson! Amariel was a popular model who'd worked with some top brands from around the world. She was tall, straight, and had this goddess beauty. She was loved and admired by many, me inclusive. Having her in front of me felt like a privilege. And...she knew me. "Ms. Dawson!" I drew in a quick breath and smiled. "Y—Yes, it's me. I'm Solayne Krestel."

They might at least talk a little longer in her villa. However, Charlie didn't want to be alone with her—the woman was so liberal that it was really… overwhelming. Hence, he smiled, "I'll pass. We're checking out soon and flying to Male. Just wanted to give you a heads up." Tanya nodded, albeit feeling a little disappointed. Sighing, she murmured, "I wonder when we'll meet again after you go…" Charli chuckled. "There are plenty of opportunities since you're partnering with Curtis Autos. In fact, we will be inviting you as brand ambassador when our launch model is formally launched."