Charli D Amelio Aesthetic の小説・ストーリー

The idea that a virtual stranger could do that to her, could make her nearly frantic with need, did not please her. Maybe there’s something in the air, she thought suspiciously, taking a discrete sniff. Maybe it’s not me at all, but something to do with that thing he calls me. What was it, a charmer? Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she asked, “What is this charmer business about, anyway?” He looked at her; obviously surprised she would choose to speak to him. He took a moment to answer. “A charmer makes men want her. It’s the special pheromone she produces that makes the Haunt male wild.”

Amelia didn't want to turn back, but if she pretended not to hear, Jenny might whisper something in Alex's ear again and Alex would come after her again. She turned her head and looked at the two men coldly. Alex froze for a moment. Amelia was bright and beautiful with exquisite makeup. She always used to wear straight hair, or long hair pulled back in the head, but today her long hair permed into wavy curls, with exquisite features and a lustrous red dress. She looks like a genie in the dark as sexy and seductive.

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.

Vanessa showed the boys a pic from g****e, the pic shows a model wearing, a dark reddish-brown-colored sweater whose front was in black jeans with the same color shoe. "I don't want to walk like a dark academic person" Charlie complained. "What's wrong with you walking like a dark academic model?" Vanessa sought. "Nessa seriously,does charlie look like wholikese poetry, arts, greek and gothic architecture, heck do you think he can pull out an aesthetic outfit like that?" Kova questioned. "Umm you are right" Vanessa agreed and looked at Charlie, "Charlie tell us, how you want to represent yourself in front of maria?"

I answered, bristling at Senator Carroll’s description of Charli. She was beyond pretty, and hearing the words from his lips made them sound inadequate. I fought the urge to tell him that Charli wasn't just pretty. She was ravishing, a spitfire with a mind of her own, who could tear him and any other condescending man to shreds. I'd warn him to approach with caution, because though she may appear tame, in reality she was almost too hot to handle. In her eyes she held her essence. They glistened with joy and love even when danger and pain surrounded her. Her beauty went further than her gorgeous exterior. She was enthralling and alluring.

I wanted to reply, but before I could, she pulled out her phone and played a video on the screen. It was a part of the conference. The camera turned to the reporters, and I saw a brown-haired woman wearing a black hoodie and jeans. It was Charlie. She stood in one of the last rows, but her voice boomed throughout the hall. A faint smile crossed my lips. She barely had any makeup on her beautiful face, which made her look as if she had only graduated from high school. She oozed the confidence able to crush the toughest businessmen and politicians. She was… stunning.

Among Khloe's new small team, Charlotte was the only one who caught his attention. Not because of anything else, but simply because she fit his aesthetic perfectly. Fresh out of college, Charlotte carried a youthful innocence, yet her delicate features, porcelain skin, and thick black hair cascading to just below her waist made her look like she had stepped out of a manga panel—a charming, guileless young girl. Ethan had a taste for women who were attractive without being overtly flashy—clever enough to intrigue, but not calculatingly sharp. She was far more appealing in his eyes than Khloe.

Visiting high-end venues with my friends, I eventually ran into one of Charlie's old acquaintances who had met me before. One day, Charlie showed up at my office building with Dakota and Dominic, waiting for me. Her tears streamed down the moment she saw me from afar, and she ran toward me with open arms. "Mom!" Just as she was about to throw herself into a full hug, I held up a single finger and gently pressed it to her forehead. "Hey, brat. You've got the wrong person." In just a year, Dakota had changed completely. I had never dressed her as extravagantly as Cecilia did, but the clothes I bought were all from top international designers—minimalist in style, yet impeccably cut and tailored

“Well, since you’re marrying Delia Kensington, you might as well know what she looks like.” I raised an eyebrow as he tapped on his screen and handed me the phone. I*******m. Of course. A carefully curated feed of designer clothes, overpriced cocktails, vacations in Bali and Saint-Tropez, and the kind of artificial smiles you see on department store mannequins. Delia was pretty, no doubt. Blonde, bright-eyed, and painfully polished. But nothing about her felt real. “She’s not my type,” I muttered. Zane smirked. “Keep scrolling.”

Both caramel skinned ladies had always been beautiful and confident in their looks but tonight, they looked exceptional and at the thought of their warm greeting, she could feel her previous anxiety slowly dissipate into thin air. Amari Shadley, a 24 year old black woman with hazel eyes and long ombre hair ranging from the dark brown to really light brown colour as it cascaded down her shoulders stopping at the middle of her back. Her caramel skin was on show with her yellow off–the–shoulder top which revealed her glistening collarbones and a bit of her cleavage — much to her boyfriend's chagrin — tucked into her high waisted ripped blue washed jeans, cobra–skinned heeled boots and a white G