Charli D'amelio Pictures Novels & Stories

With a curse, Kayla abruptly ended the call. "I am not a whore!" She yelled loudly and violently struck her phone against the bed. "I still have my charm within me, Ace would love me and Amelia will go bye bye." She glared at the ceiling with a smirk. .... With the picture of Amelia clutched in one hand, Carl sat in his office chair. He trailed the photo, grinning. He let in a man he was using as a spy. He was taken aback to see Carl clutching an image of Ace Luna's wife. On the wall were also her pictures.

She added a few curls to her hair to tame the waves. Satisfied with how she looked, she smiled at her reflection and went out into the living room. Amerie sat down on the couch while scrolling through her social media. Her friends back in Nashville were going out tonight to one of their favorite restaurants followed by drinks at the bar across the street from it. One of them, Charity, FaceTimed Amerie on her way to the restaurant and the two caught up. When Charity got to the restaurant and said goodbye, it was time for Amerie to head out. The two expressed how much they missed each other and Amerie told Charity to tell the other girls she wished she was there. As she ended the call, Amerie

"Get out!!" “I'm in! Let's do this. Chill," I retorted. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, glaring at the screen as it casted a subtle glow on his face. “You might have heard his name; Lorenzo D'Amor" He said, turning the phone screen to me. On the screen displayed an image of a handsome Italian looking guy. I took the phone from him, looking closer. I recognized that face but I couldn't say who exactly he was. “He's Lorenzo D'Amor! A billionaire CEO!" Charlie hijacked the phone from me with force, tossing it back into his pocket.

Amelia barely spared him a glance, walking straight past him to find a seat, but Charlie walked right up to where Blake had saved him a spot and sat down, looking way too amused. Blake turned to him. “How the hell did that happen?” Charlie smirked. “What? Me and Amelia?” Blake nodded. Charlie shrugged. “Ran into her outside. We talked. She’s actually pretty cool.” Blake’s jaw clenched. “And now you’re friends?” Charlie grinned. “Why? You jealous?” Blake scoffed. “Of course not.” Charlie chuckled. “Relax, man. Not everyone’s out to get her.” "Well, you admitted to liking her". Blake said

"Because you’re being praised for more than just your quarterly earnings. Page six." I glanced down. It was a photo from the Charity Gala—the one where Amara had spilled wine. The photographer had caught us at the curb, just as I was stepping into the car. Amara stood a foot behind me, her head bowed, her hands clutching her clutch so tightly her knuckles were white. She looked small, miserable, and entirely out of place in the emerald silk Selene had forced on her. "She looks like she’s waiting for a bus, not a billionaire," Adrian joked.