Charli Damelio Feet Novels & Stories

"That doesn't give you the right to scream bloody murder outside my office door. Can't you yell at him, somewhere else?" Before Charlie could retort, footsteps approached from the end of the hall. It was Damien, accompanied by a young woman with warm eyes and a friendly smile, his girlfriend, Clara. The third person with them was his sister Celia. They stopped, taking in the scene Charlie fuming, Tristan looking pathetic, Vanessa annoyed, and discarded sandwiches littering the carpet. "What's going on here?" Damien asked calmly, though his eyes narrowed slightly at Charlie's display. Celia looked at Charlie. "Jeez, Charlie, why are you acting like a spoiled toddler whose toy got taken away?

The beats from the music made her remember Damon. She danced harder, screaming again, “Come on! Louder!” She turned too quickly and crashed face-first into a stranger's warm, solid chest. “Shit—sorry!” she gasped, using her hands to balance herself after she hit the stranger. Her waist got caught by strong hands that belonged to a man with big hands and familiar hands. Elena slowly raised her gaze to him. Her heart thudded heavily against her chest. It was him. Damon Voss stood there in the VIP section, looking down at her with dark, burning eyes. His black shirt had the top buttons open, showing smooth, tanned skin and a hint of hard muscle.

Dylan had had a crush on Charlene since 10th grade, it was going to be a night he will never forget. She looked incredibly stunning in her pink champagne flower embroidered dress. The sleeveless transparent top fitted the outlines of her body, her medium cup sized breasts were enveloped under the flowers, almost naked in the corner of everyone's eyes. The wide cloaked skirt draped all the way to her ankle, right above her high heels shoes with a matching color. She made her hair into big wavy curls, and let them fall over her shoulders. She turned everyone's heads that night and almost made Dylan's heart stopped when he had the privilege to escort her into the venue.

I wanted to reply, but before I could, she pulled out her phone and played a video on the screen. It was a part of the conference. The camera turned to the reporters, and I saw a brown-haired woman wearing a black hoodie and jeans. It was Charlie. She stood in one of the last rows, but her voice boomed throughout the hall. A faint smile crossed my lips. She barely had any makeup on her beautiful face, which made her look as if she had only graduated from high school. She oozed the confidence able to crush the toughest businessmen and politicians. She was… stunning.

Don’t put all of your eggs in one basket and all that. Brilliant flame red hair catches my eye and I know who it is before I turn. Char leans against the counter, she straightened her hair today and it falls over her breasts. Large hoop ears and a diamond hang from her ears. She’s wearing a red skirt to match her hair and shiny black heels. Char is my manager, well, she’s the only manager at Ocean Side. She can’t be older than twenty-five, but she runs a tight ship and leaves no room for error. She leans in close so I can hear her over the music.

How can she share a room with upcoming models No way. “ I know you very well , you are the wife of Dan Roger, the current CEO of AXEL .” Emily said “ I didn't expect you to know me , I'll give you an introduction …” Cherly was saying with a proud look “ Am not interested in knowing you miss Cherly , just stop disturbing the peace here my makeup artist can't concentrate .” Emily said giving the makeup artist chance to talk “Yes Miss. We don't care who you are , this room was designed for Miss Claire here so please Leave before the security arrives. “ The makeup artist said

said Charlotte . " Exactly ! Just what are you doing ?! " asked Damien . " I am behaving well . This is an extra present . No need to include it in my behavior . After all we are married and we need to.....try and be good to each other . " said Charlotte with a smile . " I am definitely convinced now . " said Damien with a serious expression . " Convinced of what ? " asked Charlotte confused . " Princess , are you perhaps retarded ?! I heard that the doctor checked your ankle . He should give you a brain check-up too ! " asked Damien with a serious expresison .

When they were all done and once everybody had departed and gone to celebrate, Ariel walked up to Damien , Alex and Elle at the podium. "Looks like someone's gonna get a beating" Alex snickered. Come on Elle. Let's leave them alone" "Ariel , I can explain" Damien tried defending "Well I'm listening" she said as she put her hands on her waist and stood akimbo. She wasn't angry at all but it was very fun to see him fidget, this alone made her laugh

Seraphine was dressed for the office, ready to leave for her first full day of intensive work in over a year. “But these ones are SPECIAL! They’re my FAST shoes!” Charlotte was adamant. Seraphine found the “fast shoes” under Charlotte’s bed, helped get both children ready while Damien packed lunches with military precision, and finally got everyone out the door twenty minutes late. “Good luck,” she told Damien, kissing him before heading to her car. “Text me updates.” “I have this under control,” Damien said, though his expression suggested otherwise. “Go. Work. Be productive.”

I barely manage to refocus when Delta Alistar calls, “Step through! Front stance, high punch!” My eyes wander back to Charlie, noticing how her olive-green singlet contrasts against her sun-darkened skin. She's wearing black biking shorts, sneakers, and her long raven-black hair in a tight bun that I know will fall apart by the end of our run. Charlie always threatens to cut her hair short. Each time she does, Dev, Bray, and I protest. Dev loves braiding it, weaving flowers into the strands whenever we hang outside. Bray just likes how it frames her face—he hates when she puts it up after training, always pulling it loose. And me? I love running my fingers through her hair. It calms me, feel