Charli D'amelio Beach Novels & Stories

I decided to cut all ties with Julia Summers. She said she was busy with work, so I quietly packed my suitcase in our bedroom. Then she brought her so-called true love, Henry Stone, home. Right then and there, I asked for a divorce. In my past life, I’d poured my heart and soul into this family and nearly drained every last bit of our savings. Even then, on my fortieth birthday, my own children knelt before me, begging me to let Julia’s dying lover be buried in the Summers Estate. I looked at Julia and said, "You once told me you’d only ever love me. Have you really forgotten?" Her eyes turned red. "I’ll stay with you," she said, her voice trembling. "But Henry just wants a name. Why would you hold a grudge against someone who’s dying?" When I opened my eyes again, I was twenty-five. This time, I’d give them what they wanted and finally give myself what I deserved.

as soon as I stepped out of the villa, it felt like I’d walked straight into a nightmare. Hector, the man I’d missed so much, was surrounded by soldiers, passionately kissing some woman I’d never seen before. The cheers and whistles around them felt like knives stabbing into my heart. I froze, my happiness turning into icy disappointment and rage. I forced myself to walk closer, even though every step felt like I was wading through quicksand. As more people noticed me, the noise died down, like someone had hit the mute button. Hector and his mystery woman were still in their own world until they finally sensed the eerie silence and pulled apart. When Hector’s eyes met mine, panic flashed across his face, but he quickly masked it. Holding the woman’s hand, he approached me. “Elena, this is Vanessa, she’s—” Before he could finish, Vanessa flashed a confident smile and offered her hand to me. “Hi, I’m Vanessa, Hector’s partner. We fell in love on the battlefield.”

Violet's world was shattered when she emerged from prison after three long years, only to discover her husband Loenard had moved on with his life. He'd married his childhood best friend Francess, and the ultimate betrayal - they'd claimed violet's own son as their own. The pain and anger ignited a fire within violet, fueling her desire for revenge. But fate had other plans. She was kidnapped by a mysterious figure from her past, hell-bent on taking down Loenard and his family. It seems like the universe was smiling ok Violet until things began to get complicated.

My name is Clara Kelly. I was born in Brooklyn, into an Irish-American cop’s family. My father spent his whole career walking a beat out of the 84th Precinct. My mother volunteered at the parish. I was the first girl on our block to get into Columbia Law. The year I graduated, I was volunteering at a charity gala. I picked up the wrong glass of wine and ended up dumping it down the front of a man’s Brioni suit. That man was Adrian Francesco Moretti. Fourth-generation Don of the Moretti Family of New York, and one of the five families of Cosa Nostra. He chased me for four years. I said no six times. The seventh time, he stood outside my law firm in the rain until three-fifteen in the morning. I married him. Two decades in, he’d handed me the keys to the entire Moretti Family. In our world they called me “the Irish Donna,” a woman with no Italian blood who somehow held the seat. Childless by choice, the two of us. Famously in love. Until that Wednesday afternoon, when my college roommate of twenty years, my best friend Vivian Sinclair, walked into my living room with a five-year-old boy. She said the boy was Adrian’s son. She said that five years ago, she’d taken a used condom out of the wastebasket in my upstairs master bedroom, kept it frozen for three years, and done IVF. She said she was the real mother of the Moretti heir. She was the real Donna Moretti. “Be smart. Pack your bags and walk out. You might even get to keep your life.” “You’re barren. The Moretti Family doesn’t need you.” I looked at the woman I’d called my best friend for half my adult life. I didn’t say a word. She thought she was holding the winning card. What she didn’t know was that she’d just stepped onto a board Adrian and I had been laying for twenty years. I needed exactly one sentence to shatter every piece of the Donna fantasy she’d spent five years building.

Would Aira choose her family and give up on the love of her life or she'd choose Asher and leave behind the people she once called home??

I woke in the middle of the night to my Don husband murmuring in his sleep. “Juno, be good. Tomorrow I’ll buy you and Mamma a new house.” My eyes flew open. Juno? That was the name I’d always planned for a purebred Ceylon cat I dreamed of owning, but I’d never gotten one because of my pet fur allergy. And a new house? Could this just be a coincidence? I shook him lightly. “What did you just say?” He frowned and mumbled coarsely, “Had a nightmare. Dreamt of a shootout.” I didn’t press further. In the darkness, I reached for his phone and silently opened his messages.

Amelia Thorne thought she'd missed her chance at finding a mate. Now 20 was 2 years over the usual mating time. She'd resigned herself to finding someone nice to marry... or living the life of a spinster. But when the Kings sons are all looking for a bride a contest is created... 50 girls from all over the country aged between 20 and 30 would be called to the castle and made to compete for one of the prince's. Desperate not to live the life of a princess, Amelia doesn't apply, but her family had other ideas. Part of the contest, Amelia instantly caught the eyes of all 3 prince's... but who will she choose? if any of them?

Thalia's antisocial life worsen when her mother remarried. She'd married non other than the Alpha King who killed her father, whose kids were bullies. No amount of sobs could save her from this fate than to accept it but ended up as their toy. Dorian was the first to submit. “I'd never bully her, she's now our sister” “I never knew she had so much fire in her” Draven said with lust and Dracula didn't disagree with his brothers. Now she was stuck between her three handsome brothers, revange for her father and her own hybrid trait.

Olivia's world was shattered when the Alpha King she loved banished her from their pack, rejecting their mate bond, framing her for treason, and forcing her to flee, leaving her sick mother behind. He'd also demanded she abort their unborn child. Three years later, Damien comes crawling back, begging for forgiveness and claiming the very child he'd once wanted her to abort. But Olivia's heart now belongs to another, the Alpha who healed her wounds and loved her unconditionally. Olivia must decide can she forgive the man who betrayed her or will she choose the love that rebuilt her?

Harriet thought the worst thing she’d done this December was surrender to a stranger in a dark room one reckless night that left her shaking, breathless, and certain she’d never see him again. She was wrong. The next morning, she arrives home for Christmas only to learn her parents have rushed off on an emergency trip, leaving her alone to supervise the renovation of their house. Except… she’s not alone. Devon, the boy who grew up in their home like family, the “almost-brother” she hasn’t seen in years, opens the door older now, broader, too handsome for her peace of mind. And when he looks at her, she feels it in her bones. Because he isn’t just Devon. He’s the stranger from last night. The man who took her virginity. The man she swore she’d forget. Now they’re trapped in the same house for the holidays, two people who should never have crossed that line, pretending not to remember the way his hands fit her body, the way she whispered his name without knowing it was his.