Charli D'amelio Beach Novels & Stories

At that exact moment, it hit me—I was never even a side character in this novel. I was just a pitiful nobody, not even worth a name in the story. In the original plot, I’d loved the wrong guy for six whole years, only to end up betrayed, locked away, and left to die a horrible death in the red-light district. But now, I’d woken up. I knew how the story was supposed to go, and I was never gonna follow that damned script to my inevitable end. To escape and get back at everyone who’d hurt me, who’d betrayed me, I set my sights on a man no one dared to mess with—my boyfriend’s adoptive father, Alexander Knight, the famous “Ice Tycoon” of the upper class. This alpha was cold, ruthless, and known for his unbreakable self-discipline. I’d planned to get close to him, seduce him—even sell my body if I had to—just to get his protection and run from the fate I’d suffered in my past life. But I never could’ve guessed that the second I stepped into his world, everything would start to spiral out of control. Caught between revenge, desire, and a destiny that was supposed to be set in stone, I had to make a choice: walk away before everything fell apart, or risk it all to take a role that was never meant for me. When fate stopped playing favorites, not everyone could handle losing their spot as the hero.

Just when Eloise had thought things would get better in her marriage, her husband divorces her and she’s back to having nothing but the seed he’d left in her, his heiress. She’d changed her identity to move on from him and to stay away from him But three years after the divorce, Eloise uses the black Amex card her billionaire ex-husband Edward Bassett had left with her for a medical emergency and there he finds her. Edward wants her back and he’d do anything to have her, even if it meant playing tricks.

”Mr. President, your wife sent over the divorce papers.” ”How much alimony is she asking for?” ”Actually, she’s offering to pay ‘you’ alimony.” Two years ago, he’d thought her the perfect wife: sweet, submissive, the kind of woman who’d make a lovely accessory to his life. She’d thought him the ideal husband: a handsome, workaholic billionaire who’d leave her alone. She married him, but after divorce, it came out to be a marriage of convenience. No strings attached. Just a secret deal. But now, after the divorce…. “Mr. President, the mastermind behind our competition is… your ex-wife.” “Mr. President, the person who saved you earlier—pretty sure it was her.” “Mr. President…” “I want to know everything about my wife’s secret life, NOW!” “Sir… we found nothing. She’s completely off the radar,”

I'd been lonely lately. Having accrued enough wealth to no longer need to go on the raids I was well off. Now I just needed a little slave girl to warm my bed. I'd considered a docile thing with a warm spot for me. But instead, I was intrigued by the spitfire commanding she'd not be touched. I saw her body and thought her too tiny but when I touched her, I wanted her. And what I want. I get. Afterall, I'm a wolf at heart. And a full moon is coming. She'll learn the way of things. One way or another.

When the illegitimate daughter, Sophia Gracia, married Alexei Dè Sokolov, a so-called old pervert by some, she thought her life was over.  She had no idea it was the beginning of a new chapter in her life. Alexei Dè Sokolov, a billonaire who was dubbed as a "old pervert" because he never appeared in public and for some nasty rumors. He'd had his eye on Sophia since high school.  So when she received an offer from the Gracia family, he couldn't refuse it. Alexei had no idea that taking this risk would save Sophia and give her a reason to start a new life.

Samantha: Jaecar, the fiercest of the Border Guard, has always been kind to me. Indulging me despite what I thought was his lack of sexual interest. That all changed the day he told me he'd have me as his mate. I said no. Spurring Jaecar to go from the sweet boy next door to the hungry wolf with his eye on me. Jaecar: She was mine. She'd always been mine. She just didn't know it yet. I courted her, I was kind to her, all with my end goal in mind. Possessing her. She thinks she can run from me. But I know everywhere she'd go. I know everywhere she'd hide. Because I know everything about Samantha. The Mating Moon is rising. And she will be my mate. Willing or not.

Kane Porter was as boring as his name implied. Of all the financial coordinators under me, he was the one least likely to be interesting on an intoxicated evening. Kane was quiet, well-mannered and nobody was friends with him. I was his boss and I got along well with everyone until I came across a problem. The account I'd been skimming from had a good hunk of change missing now. Not good. How could I have it investigated without flagging myself for the ten thousand dollars I'd 'borrowed'? There was only one thing I could do. Porter was a nice guy. He'd help me out. No one could be safer to ask...

After the college entrance exams, my parents left me at home and took their adopted daughter on a trip to the beach. A typhoon hit, and the three of them never came back. When the news reached me, I did not cry or throw a tantrum. I had their deaths registered right away and pulled out the life insurance I had bought in advance. I received one hundred million in compensation. My fiance scolded me for caring only about money. What he did not know was that I had been reborn. In my past life, after I learned about their deaths, the huge debts they had left behind fell on me. I gave up the chance to go to college and started working to pay everything back. I fought to protect our ancestral home from debt collectors. My fiance stayed with me and cheered me on when I came home late at night from delivery runs. But he never gave me a single cent to help. At thirty-five, I finally cleared every debt. On my birthday, I bought myself a ten-dollar cake to celebrate. Just as I was about to blow out the candle, the door opened. My parents and their adopted daughter, who should have died in the typhoon, walked in dressed in designer clothes. They smiled at me smugly. “Well done! We can finally believe that you aren’t greedy for money. You’ve passed the test. From today, you are qualified to be the daughter of the Jameson family.” “Jane, this brilliant idea was all thanks to you.” My adopted sister smiled. She leaned close and blew out my candle. The only light left in my twenty years of lifetime went out with it. My body gave in to exhaustion. My heart failed. I collapsed and died on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, they were about to head to the beach in the middle of the typhoon. I bought a massive accident insurance policy for them on the spot. This time, all I wanted was for them to disappear from this world forever.

For three months, I’d been seeing a guy named “Rex.” A total stranger I’d only met online. We were in the thick of it, that honeymoon phase where every night my phone would blow up with messages that made my pulse jump. “Miss you, sweetheart.” “Dreamt of you again last night. You were all over me, begging for it.” I was about to suggest we finally meet. But then he sent me a picture, a casual shot of his desk, and I saw something familiar: the crest of the Falcone crime family. And I work for a company owned by the Falcones. For three months, I’d been sexting a dangerous man, a made man in the mafia, who could be right under my nose. And just when I was trying to figure out who he was, I saw them. The custom black onyx cufflinks I’d picked out for “Rex”… on my boss, Marco’s, wrists.

Salvatore Greco is genius and monster. As the right hand man and brother of the Capo of the D’Angelo, his lack of feelings is a blessing, not a curse – until his brother asks him to marry for the sake of the D’Angelo. Celestina Romano, cousin of the Capo of the New York Famiglia, is chosen to marry Salvatore Greco to prevent war with the D’Angelo, but what she hears about Las Vegas makes her veins pulse with terror. After her father betrayed his Capo and paid with his life, her family thinks marriage is her only chance to bring honor to her name; but only Celestina knows she’s a faulty prize given in return for peace.