Novel & Cerita Charli D Amelio Aesthetic

Dear God. She subconsciously swallowed and she also wet her lips. She didn't understand why she did that, but she liked it. His hair was slightly scattered and he looked cute. He was sweating a little bit and that surprisingly made him look…sexy with the way a few strands of his hair were stuck to his forehead because of the sweat. Ariel couldn't take it any longer. He wanted him, his lips and…the whole of Damien. The thought of this made her smile inwardly.

He could not tell why or where this anxiety was coming from, but his gut was telling him that something big was about to happen… “Bren!” The door to the lounge opened. Charlene sashayed into the room in tailor-made sartorial finery, decked in jewelry amounting to more than a million dollars in total. She seemed to have made it her mission to become the epitome of a wealthy exhibitionist—one could see it on her face. And her face! The surgery was clearly a success, judging from her recovery. After leaving the detainment center, Charlene had some of her “imperfections” adjusted, and with the right application of cosmetics, she was genuinely beautiful in her own way.

She was not some stranger who would just walk in and leave without an effect. She was more than that. And worse… she was beautiful. Not in the vain, superficial way Lysandra flaunted. No. Delilah had that effortless kind of beauty, the one that didn’t need much to leave an impression. With her long dark lashes, soft voice, and mysterious demeanor, it was the kind of presence that made men stop and look. And Damon… He looked. Even if he didn’t mean to. Even if he didn’t want to. He still looks at her, he still watched, and deep down I knew that he found himself getting lost, admiring even.

Charlotte flipped her hair, fixed her shirt, smoothed imaginary wrinkles on her jeans, then posed like she was being photographed for a magazine cover. “Okay,” I muttered, grabbing her phone. “What kind of vibe do you want?” “Pretty girl energy,” she said. “Like ‘oh I don’t know you’re taking pictures of me but I look naturally flawless.’” “You do know I’m taking pictures.” “i said the vibe, maya. not reality.” I lifted the phone. “Fine. Show me the naturally flawless pose.” She immediately twisted her body into something that looked like a pretzel trying to flirt.

I barely manage to refocus when Delta Alistar calls, “Step through! Front stance, high punch!” My eyes wander back to Charlie, noticing how her olive-green singlet contrasts against her sun-darkened skin. She's wearing black biking shorts, sneakers, and her long raven-black hair in a tight bun that I know will fall apart by the end of our run. Charlie always threatens to cut her hair short. Each time she does, Dev, Bray, and I protest. Dev loves braiding it, weaving flowers into the strands whenever we hang outside. Bray just likes how it frames her face—he hates when she puts it up after training, always pulling it loose. And me? I love running my fingers through her hair. It calms me, feel

When she saw Amelia in this outfit, her eyes lit up. "Master Amelia, if you were a boy, just with your style alone, so many Miami socialites would want to marry you. No one could take their eyes off you." Amelia smiled slightly. "Clothes are meant to be comfortable. I don't care much about the rest." Some people are just beautiful in an androgynous way, and Amelia was one of them. Her entire being radiated an intangible charm—even passing dogs would stop to take a second look. That roguish charm—handsome and unruly—was exactly what described her.

They were widely regarded as the golden couple in the College of Business. Truth be told, Charlie was just as beautiful. She had thick, long, wavy blond hair. She had green eyes and a slender frame. She supposed the only difference between her and that ‘Regina’ was the way they dressed. Also, from what Charlie had seen, Regina liked makeup. Charlie wasn’t fond of dressing like a star. She was allergic to many makeup brands, so she avoided most cosmetics. She could dress like a model, but she was not used to it. She grew up with two brothers, and they had greatly influenced her fashion style.

Amelia looked directly at Daisy with a friendly smile. The first thing Amelia noticed about Daisy was that she didn't have a particularly striking or eye-catching appearance. Daisy's face bore a large scar, and her hair was disheveled, almost resembling a fashion disaster. However, Daisy's smile conveyed a friendly, comfortable feeling, and her demeanor was polite and refined.

mocked Charmine. McAmor’s face was pulled down. She could not understand how an arrogant person like this could pull off the gown’s elegance. However, Charmine was always into her stride when she was at work, and that impressed the rest. Throughout the time, Charmine would either be resting on the rocking chair or fanning herself. She had that incredibly delicate face, with long silky hair that hung above her waist like flash lightning. Her face was like a perfect labyrinth that momentarily led everyone away from their troubles. Strolling around the landscape, she was so beautiful that people would have made her into a national park if they got their hands on her.

Charlie who was filled with guilt that he accepted Ivote and Grey’s orders and even thought of betraying his kind master swallowed his shame and calls to Damian. “Master!” Charlie shouted while running to Damian who turns to look at Charlie. Days passed and Damian is currently with Amelia on a little date outside of their home. Damian watches Amelia as she picks out baby clothes for their soon to be born child. They had both recently found out that the gender of their child was a boy and so, Damian offered to take Amelia on a little shopping so she could pick out clothes for their child. The public had now forgotten about the recent scandal because a certain famous celebrity was found in her