Charli D Amelio Aesthetic Novels & Stories

She said, moving to the side so I could slide into bed. I laid back on the bed, grabbing Amalia’s hand to help her on the bed. Her beautiful strawberry blonde hair had been in a messy bun earlier today, but now it was falling over her. It was a gorgeous color. She clearly never colored it, which was a pleasant change from some of the women I had dated who seemed to change everything about them. I didn’t mind when a woman colored her hair, but when you added that with fake boobs, collagen injections, and all other things plastic, it became too much. Amalia, however, was completely real. Her breasts were heavy and full. Her hips were rounded and although her stomach was flat, she wasn’t a stic

Additionally, Jasmine gave off an ominous vibe, which scared Sally. Charlene held Jasmine and said softly, "I know you think you're cool, and that's great, Minnie. However, one's perception of beauty is subjective. While some people favor sweetness and softness, others may like a ferocious, tomboyish appeal. Because someone's taste is different from yours, you cannot offend them. Please, let's respect each person's aesthetics and tastes. Charlene was aware of her daughter's extraordinary intelligence. For Jasmine, things that may be confusing to other kids were simple. Jasmine comprehended. Although she was aware that her actions were inappropriate, she couldn't stand to see Charlene show af

Amelia spoke “Yes. I am going on a date with Charlie, any problem?” Amelia took hold of the bedsheet and tightened her fingers around it. “Charlie? Argh!” She scorned in her heart and looked at the caller ID. She could not help herself from smashing her phone on the ground but kept herself from it. Since they knew each other, Amelia had always felt inferior to Alexa in all aspects including beauty, brains, and body. Everything she always wanted, she had to work for it but Alexa gets to be spoiled by her uncle.

He hated himself more for ever wanting her. A soft laugh caught his ear. Damien’s head turned. There she was Amelia in a red silk dress that hugged every curve like it had been painted on her. The slit on the side rose scandalously high with every graceful step. Her lips glistened with cherry gloss, and her dark hair was pinned up in that effortlessly elegant way that made his hands itch to ruin it. She stood among the investors, smiling, composed, untouchable. But her eyes those eyes were distant, flickering with something unsaid.

Charlie’s attention split automatically, tracking exits, reflections in glass storefronts, the security guard near the food court who looked bored and underpaid. Sky, meanwhile, was practically vibrating. “I want something dramatic,” she said as they walked. “But not too dramatic. And not something that makes me look like I’m trying too hard. But sexy.” Charlie wasn’t sure what answer she expected from him. He shrugged, watching the way the light from the atrium roof turned her hair almost silver at the edges. She glanced at him, eyebrow raised, daring him to make a joke. He didn’t. Not then. They entered the first store. Mannequins stood at odd angles, all sharp elbows and synthetic poise.

The C–list Artists were indeed pretty, but there's more to being the ambassador of her company than just being pretty. Mika put aside the prettiest among the two and continued flipping through the A–list Celebrities' profiles. The last picture caused a cold smile to settle on her lips. "Amelia, I never expected you'd fall into my hands so soon." She mumbled. She put Amelia's profile aside and continued going through the others. Once she was done, she made her decision. "This C–lister, Charlotte, is good enough to be the face of our makeup brand. But her lips are too thin, so…" she pointed at an A–lister, "Cora will advertise our lipsticks and beauty parlor.

Charlie, one of Azazel’s bartenders, gives me a welcoming smile. Charlie is a gorgeous blonde with cornflower blue eyes, a small button nose, pouty lips, and legs that never end. However, that’s not the most poignant part of her. Her large, enhanced breasts definitely take center stage. She has expressed an interest in me before, but I could never reciprocate. I guess my beauty queen is the only girl that I want. Charlie leans across the bar, emphasizing her large cleavage, which is being held together by a tight red string cropped halter top. “Hey handsome, what brings you by?”

All the men obediently listened to him and began to exit the place while Amelia looked confused. "Sit," Rey ordered, patting a chair in front of them. Amelia glanced at him a little unsure before going to sit. "What is happening?" She asked after the last man left. "Princess, this is Charlie, an old friend of mine. He owns this hair salon," Rey started. "Oh, hi." Amelia waved at Charlie with a smile on her face. Charlie only nodded at her. "Okay, so I am going to give you a new hairstyle. We have no idea why you were being followed or who was following you, but just to be safe...I think we need to make you look different." He explained.

Well, the cruelly perceptive bitch, Charley thought breathlessly. "My style team managed to get it just right, don’t you think?" She smiled through gritted white teeth. She hadn’t been around Adelina for years without learning how to respond to such a woman. And even if the floppy brim of her cute pink hat hadn’t been blocking him off from the shoulders upward, nothing on earth would have made her look up at him as she felt Dami’s fingers bite into her again.

Amily sneered and said, “Hey, why are you making personal attacks when I asked you to read my Feng Shui? What’s wrong with my big eyes and thin lips? I cause trouble easily just because of this? Why don’t you say that I’m beautiful, tall, and have a good figure, then?!” Charlie smiled and said, “I was just about to say that your raised eyes, drooping mouth shape, and mole are all standard charming looks. It’s not an exaggeration to say that you’re naturally charming, but the reason why you are so happy has an inevitable connection to your natural charm. To put it bluntly, your looks and figure have helped a lot for the good career luck that you’ve had so far.”