Charli D Amelio Aesthetic Novels & Stories

No doubt he’ll be getting promoted by society to rule something. Damiel is a man with beautiful eyes, one an ocean blue and the other a deep yellow, those eyes of his can make one’s knees weak. His face is well sculpted, ‘goddess he is sex on legs’. He has a chiseled face, one sharp enough to cut through glass. With his large build, that well-sculpted pointed nose of his. With him standing in that king curly black hair of his that ends into his back, his round mismatched eyes and his full lips. The man looks archaic. Damiel cut Charlie’s blush short when he sighted him, especially with a suit that smells like an alpha. He walked towards Charlie the same time Charlie started his movement to h

Like Charli wearing pink or blue and not her usual black color. "She does look good in pink though. I love this picture because she doesn't look as though she'd about to attend a funeral or something gothic ," Amanda spoke in a saccharine voice. "Vibrant colors really seem to compliment her eyes and radiant skin. I wish she could see what I see." I silently fished out my phone from my back pocket and discreetly snapped a pic of the homescreen picture , my mission being to show Charli how ridiculous she looked in pink.Maybe even use it as blackmail if she ever messes with me again.

Somehow, with that beautiful hair, now sexy and wild, her mesmerizing eyes, and perfect body, she didn't seem to realize what she did to me. The idea that she needed all that makeup or a garish outfit to stand out was absurd. It was wrong on her. Alexandria Collins—my Charli—exuded elegance and culture with the perfect hint of sexy vixen. It was a unique blend of perfect qualities. I didn't know anything about her, not really. I knew that for a week I'd made her a princess, and with everything in me, I wanted that title for her for a lifetime.

Somehow, with that beautiful hair, now sexy and wild, her mesmerizing eyes, and perfect body, she didn't seem to realize what she did to me. The idea that she needed all that makeup or a garish outfit to stand out was absurd. It was wrong on her. Alexandria Collins—my Charli—exuded elegance and culture with the perfect hint of sexy vixen. It was a unique blend of perfect qualities. I didn't know anything about her, not really. I knew that for a week I'd made her a princess, and with everything in me, I wanted that title for her for a lifetime.

Amelia quickly slipped her clothes back on after her video call and solitary pleasure session. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes scanning over her body critically. The fabric of her shirt clung to her damp skin, and she could see the outline of her bra through the thin material. Her current wardrobe just wasn't cutting it anymore.

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.”

Camila replied awkwardly, “Uh… I have to go. I will call you back later.” “When are you coming back? I need help choosing my dress for tomorrow.” She said while Camila hung up her phone. She needs help in choosing her dress? Camila stared at her phone screen for a while, anger welling up inside her as she stared at Amora who was her phone wallpaper. Amora was smiling so elegantly in her loose dress and loose hair. Her long raven hair was sprawled all over her body with her smoky eyes. She stared at that picture until she lost her sense of breathing.

He looked polished, he looked comfortable, and he looked elevated. She knew that look. He didn’t own that lifestyle, he simply wore it. And if Amelia was the source of it, then Amelia was the bridge. Shantel returned to the desk and opened her laptop. Amelia’s social media page filled the screen. A recent post: a quote about loyalty, posted just a few hours ago. Shantel leaned closer. “Still preaching loyalty?” she murmured, amused. “Let’s see how loyal your man truly is.” She opened another tab, Charles’s page. Scrolling, she studied.

These scars. "You're still beautiful," Carlos said. You don't have t o worry about that. Aháva adores you a n d doesn't care what you look like —he added —Although seeing it from a n other perspective, they give you a sensual air, almost like a pirate —Carlos joked, letting out a laugh. "I think what you're worried about i s what someone else might think, right?" Charlie commented with some mischief. "Dominik i s the least interested in how you look, I'm telling you." Carlos winked at her.

She said with a cheerful smile. Oh yeah she definitely looked awesome. Her face was filled up with glow and her responses were full of sarcasms. And don't get me started on her dress today. She was wearing this amazing floral pink and white maxi dress giving off her cute vibes. I was absolutely in love with her cute hairstyle and white open strap anklet heels. That cute crushable style really stood out today and that's what I told her. After what felt like five minutes of praising and hyping each other up, we were interupted by Charlie.