Charli D'amelio Ass Novels & Stories

I used to be Adelina’s partner in crime before you took my place," he explained. "You’re that cousin?" She laughed at him. "I’ve heard all about you too." "That’s my pulling power shot to death." Estelio sighed. A long, fluted glass of fizzing champagne appeared in front of Charley, and she glanced up as she accepted it to find Dami standing over her like some dark, towering giant. "Oh, thank you," she murmured. He just nodded his dark head, sent an acknowledging nod towards Estelio, and drifted away again, leaving Charley feeling—odd.

Alexander was here. This was going to be bad. I stared down at Chiara. She was just as impaled as I was, but not as angry. Amelia was now moving elegantly toward us, swirling a glass of champagne in her hand. She got closer and stopped directly in front of me. I dropped my previously draped arm and curled it into fists. “A good night to you, Jaxon.” She tittered and let her gaze stray to Chiara. Chiara gave her a sweet smile.

"I can't do what you do Amelia, no one can be you let alone dance like you” “Sweetheart if he hates your dancing I will be there straight away," I can only watch as Maximus checks his phone and quickly types a response, "You can do this, Sabrina?" Maximus asked or it was more like a final statement and I nodded as I watched Amelia lean over me, bringing forward a tray of assorted high-end makeup, it's followed by a bottle of patron silver and two shot glasses. "Let's do this Buttercup." °Alejandro D'Amelio°

She sees me, waves her friend goodbye and attempts to leave. “Charlie.” I called. “Hello Stan.” Her friend walks away, not wanting to see her friend being punished. “What was that about?” I ask. “That was Amelia. She’s in charge of the dessert for our opening party, and she brought some sample cake.” “Let me see.” She shows me a piece of chocolate cake wrapped in a see through foil. “You can have this one, let me know what you think boss.” Charlie says and heads back to her desk.

"We're leaving. Now." "Do you know this jerk?" Chad asked, standing and meeting me chest to chest. If he only fucking knew how pissed I was, he'd be running with his tail between his legs. I stood taller, dwarfing him by at least six inches. When I turned toward Charli, I couldn't believe my eyes. She wasn't wearing anything that I'd bought. Under my grip was some cheap gold jewelry that looked like a snake twisted around her forearm. Her eyelids sparkled. She was made up like some kind of eighties' throwback punk-rocker.

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

But it's time it was Ria. “Charlotte, where are you now?” She asked in an agitated tone. “I am on the island. What’s wrong?” Charlotte asked with a frown. After hesitating for a moment, Ria said, “Um, I met Darren in this morning. I was having breakfast with a client, when I saw him with Amelia, a female star of Eastern Entertainment.” Charlotte felt a pang in her heart and she unconsciously tightened the grip on her phone so that her knuckles turned white. “Really?” She asked while trying her best to stay calm.

“You’re even prettier in person. I can’t believe it’s you!” I looked at her name tag, “Oh Charlie, you’re so sweet. My name is Amelie.” “I can help you find whatever you need,” Charlie grinned. “Let’s take you ladies up to the premier changing room and viewing lounge.” “Thank you, Charlie,” Morgan replied.

Charli D’Amico never expected to become the captive of a Syndicate kingpin. Elijah Holder is the Head of the Snake. Ruthless, powerful, and feared by everyone who knows his name. He is her captor. She should hate him. She should want nothing more than to escape. Instead, Charli falls hopelessly in love with the man holding her prisoner, pulling her sisters into a world of dangerous men. Because sometimes the most dangerous man in the room is the one who makes you feel safest.

"Ms. Krestel, is it?" I turned to my left to find a known face coming toward me. It was Amariel Dawson! Amariel was a popular model who'd worked with some top brands from around the world. She was tall, straight, and had this goddess beauty. She was loved and admired by many, me inclusive. Having her in front of me felt like a privilege. And...she knew me. "Ms. Dawson!" I drew in a quick breath and smiled. "Y—Yes, it's me. I'm Solayne Krestel."