Charli D'amelio 2020 Novels & Stories

"Get out!!" “I'm in! Let's do this. Chill," I retorted. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, glaring at the screen as it casted a subtle glow on his face. “You might have heard his name; Lorenzo D'Amor" He said, turning the phone screen to me. On the screen displayed an image of a handsome Italian looking guy. I took the phone from him, looking closer. I recognized that face but I couldn't say who exactly he was. “He's Lorenzo D'Amor! A billionaire CEO!" Charlie hijacked the phone from me with force, tossing it back into his pocket.

Amanda sat on the couch in her lavish living room, idly scrolling through her Twitter feed on her smartphone. As she scrolled past the usual array of celebrity gossip and fashion trends, a particular headline caught her eye. "Billionaire Damien spotted with mysterious new belle at exclusive gala. Who is the lucky lady stealing his heart? #Damien #Seraphina #GoldenGala". Curiosity piqued, Amanda clicked on the link, her heart pounding with anticipation. A series of photos appeared on her screen, depicting Seraphina and Damien together at the Golden Gala, their faces illuminated by the glare of camera flashes.

ARLETTE’S POV “Lettie, you need to calm down, babes. You are going to have a panic attack if you don’t calm down babe.” Charlie tells me. Well, that’s crazy because I’m standing here in a pretty red dress, looking and smelling all expensive, waiting for Matteo to come pick me up. Tonight, we are going to the fundraising he has been talking about the entire week. I’ll have to be officially seen as his girlfriend, and damn, I hope that keeps them away from Matteo for a while. I must make sure this is right, no flaws, and the only thing they’ll want more than ever is having him come to another party with his woman.

Instead, she took Amelia to the amusement park. Amelia knew that Alex was being nice, so she didn't decline. They had fun at the amusement park for the rest of the day. When Amelia went home that night, she saw the headlines all over the internet. "Flirting With a New Millionaire, Popular Celebrity Suspected to Have Broken up With a Certain President." "A Certain Female Celebrity Was Dumped, Proving That Some Mothers Still Depend on Their Children for Recognition and Power." "How Charming Is She to Have Both Her Old and New Boyfriends in the Same Scene!"

When they were all done and once everybody had departed and gone to celebrate, Ariel walked up to Damien , Alex and Elle at the podium. "Looks like someone's gonna get a beating" Alex snickered. Come on Elle. Let's leave them alone" "Ariel , I can explain" Damien tried defending "Well I'm listening" she said as she put her hands on her waist and stood akimbo. She wasn't angry at all but it was very fun to see him fidget, this alone made her laugh

The usual posts flooded my timeline: fashion influencers flaunting their outfits, food bloggers making me regret skipping lunch, and then there it was. Amelia. Of course, it had to be Amelia. My finger froze mid-scroll as I stared at the series of pictures and videos she’d been in. There she was, laughing, smiling, glowing. And not just with anyone. She was with Liam and another VIP Prince Tristan. The prince that everyone has been raving about on my timeline.

"She's in Paris. She left yesterday." "Paris? Why?" "Some kind of CEO charity ball tonight at the Ritz," Raul explained, scrolling through an email. "She was personally invited by the organizer—François Beaumont." "I know Beaumont," I said, mind racing. "He invites the top CEOs in Europe to this annual event. Raises millions for children's hospitals." "Looks like Amelia Alvarez made the cut," Raul confirmed. "Her assistant confirmed her attendance one weeks ago. She's staying at the Ritz through tomorrow."

Amelia The event was supposed to be a display of unity. The kind that costs a fortune to manufacture, chandeliers sparkling above crystal place settings, soft music fluttering like a pulse beneath polite conversation. This was the first gala held since Richard officially became one of two final candidates for Alpha King. It was meant to solidify donor support and sway neutral Packs. The room was packed with influential Alphas and their heirs, journalists from across the Kingdom, and council members whose smiles meant nothing. I wore a navy silk dress and my best impression of a person who wasn’t unraveling. Every inch of me had been styled to evoke strength and poise. Not a hair out of place

Winona suddenly gasped and said, "Doesn't seem so much like a bodyguard now! Is she keeping a toy boy for herself? Christopher's being a complete cuckold!" Winona laughed loudly. "To think that he'd have this coming!" Amelia was surprised indeed. This woman looked so carefree and secure in her relationship with Christopher. Christopher was keen and sharp-minded and would surely know that she was seeing another man. But… Would he really tolerate something like that? - Time flew by, and soon, it was eight in the evening. The charity dinner was officially underway. Amelia donned a black mermaid dress and a pair of heels. She entered the banquet holding onto Jasper's arms.

The scent of the man approaching soon blended with the air, and every breath was like the sweet smell of freesias appealing to Araceli's nostrils. Though her hate for this man was enormous, the sweet smell of his skin and perfume was magnetic. His aura was his secret charm, and his physique, emerald eyes, and his well-chiseled face and body could get him any woman he wanted yet he had her wrapped around his thumbs and never away from his radar. Francisco Valvez Salazar! A top presidential candidate in the coming Mexico election. A man whose name could cause shivers in the people of Mexico. Araceli had approached Francisco cause she thought he had hands in Franco's disappearance. She had gain