Charli D Amelio Aesthetic Novels & Stories

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

She looked anyway. Camila Calloway was the kind of beautiful that didn't need to try. Not the kind that came from effort and early mornings and the right lighting. The kind that just existed, easy and uncomplicated, like it had never once been a question. Dark hair. Strong face. The relaxed posture of a woman completely comfortable in whatever room she walked into. And Damian... Helena zoomed in slowly on his face.

said Charlotte with a smile . " Let me give you a piece of advice. Looks aren't anything . What if the handsome boy's character is mean and abusive or a selfish narcissist ?! It is so disgusting that the charms of their looks lose effect in less than a week . " said Charlotte looking at them with a smirk . " Pffft ! " laughed king Damien . " Wow ! Charlotte is so cool !! " said Dylan amazed when he saw her . " She's got guts . " said nanny with a satisfied expression .

Since he left France and came to leave in Monaco, Armel had become one of the Principality’s most eligible bachelors and at the many parties they had attended, he had always been the center of attention. Ever since she’d known Armel, Harley always saw women flocking around him and making their interest clear with a bold smile, a slight touch of a hand, or a knowing glance loaded with sensual invitation. He had responded to their blatant flirting with one of his cool, faintly sardonic smiles, and she’d felt reassured. But Chantal Auclair had been a totally different story. The stunning glamourous top model had pursued Armel with relentless determination and had shamelessly flaunted her specta

Alessio The date with the popular influencer, Charlotte Moore, went smoothly enough. She was a beautiful woman. Tall and striking with big boobs and wide hips, exactly my type. She had also obviously agreed to be my date to the charity gala. But she just didn’t strike my interest. Everything that came out of her mouth sounded like she didn’t pass through school, and when she laughed, the sound grated on my eardrums. Plus, I was sure those boobs of hers were a hundred percent plastic.

"You think any of those sensors beat your guilt?" I opened my mouth to fire back when another voice cut in. The soft click of stilettos striking concrete. Cold climbed from my spine to my neck. That sound had echoed in my head too many times: the waiting room, the office, the video calls with eyeliner too perfect. Amelia. She stepped through the doorway. The overhead light carved her silhouette first. Long beige trench coat, belt cinched tight. Her blow-dried blonde hair skimmed her shoulders. Her lips were painted red. Cherry Flame, the one she once complained to Sophia made her look "aggressive."

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.

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.

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