Charlie Besso Age Novels & Stories

Monte pinched her nose. “Enough. I know you’re young.” Charity stared at him coldly, feeling speechless. She was not as stupid as to not grasp the point that he was hinting that Charity was older than his new girlfriend. However, Charity was not old. She was merely 26 this year.

Was that considered very old already in this field of work? “How old are you, Charles?” I asked without thinking. Shit. I cursed myself as the question slipped carelessly out of my mouth. “No…sorry. I didn’t mean to pry…” I quickly apologized. Charles just laughed at me. He seemed to be in a very good mood, and it didn’t seem like anything I said or did would ruin his temper. “It’s ok. I actually like it that you’re interested in me. I’m 33,” Charles replied openly.

"Before we meet her ... I think there are a few things I need to tell you about Maxine," Tommy needed to clean his conscience before the introduction. Charlie was smelling like a designer's perfume which she probably sprayed all over her body, she sat nicely in the white dress she wore on her 17th birthday. "What?" she asked unsuspectingly.

The footage was clearer now—June 12th, 3:17 AM, the winding halls of Luca’s Beverly Hills estate after some industry award party. On-screen, Luca was seen arguing with a dark, 8-foot-tall man. Then a fast forward, Luca stumbling slightly, his dress shirt rumpled, untucked, his cheeks flushed. He leaned heavily against the wall, rubbing at his left ankle—already swollen, already bruised. Then **Charlie** appeared. Tall, tousled dark brown hair, charming blue eyes, perfectly broad shoulders, handsome and charming, the kind of effortless beauty that came from old money and good genes. He caught Luca’s wrist, pulling him close.

"Well, that's a shame. I hired this cute dame to be the host of the show. A redhead. She's smart and spunky, with a lot of great ideas. Nice gams, too, if you know what I mean." Luke rolled his eyes. "Nobody under the age of 90 knows what you mean." Charlie was all of 67 years old, but he talked like he was in a Bogart movie. "I have a shitload of resume tapes from a bunch of young-buck photogs, but I've always thought you had a great eye. Well…sorry I bothered you and your lady friend," Charlie apologized. "So long, sport." "Wait, wait, wait," Luke said. "Give me a little time to think it over. When does the job start?"

Cupid crosses his arms over his chest. "Hunter?" I look down, seeing the small person known as Charlie. "I know you're big and scary. But-but," He stutters, he's very young, he's only around 3 to 4 years old. He can barely string sentences together. "Could you maybe let Levi talk?" He looks up at me with his big, sparkling, innocent blue eyes. He barely knew how the system works. It is impossible to say no to him.

Globe Entertainment Nina sat lazily on the sofa and observed as he Charlie worked She never really took a look at him before. She had to admit that Charlie was a very handsome man even though he was in his forties, he had the air of a matured man when working and his crooked tid added a bit of unruliness to his charm. He was like fine wine that had matured and gotten better with age. "Looked enough?" Nina didn't know when finished his work but he was now watching her with an amused tinkle in his charming grey eyes.

Isaac was following closely beside Carmen with a very respectful attitude. When Charlie was still a few metres away from her, Carmen smiled and said, “Oh, Charlie! I have not seen you for so many years. You have grown up into such a fine young boy now!” Charlie looked at Carmen and he could recall some remnants of the memories that he had from his childhood by looking at her face. So, Charlie laughed slightly before he said, “I’m going to be twenty-seven years old soon. I’m no longer a young boy!”

"Do you want me to call Charlie?" Charlie is Elliot's eldest brother. He IS currently married to his childhood best friend, Vanchel, and they have a daughter together, Cavorelle. She is an adorable five years old. (A/N: I suggest for you guys to check out the book too in my profile) He grunts with a nod. I really wanted to laugh because all the grunting and the frowning makes him look older than he really is. So adorable. He is like a soft and cuddly teddy bear.

I watch her as Ceasar whimpers in my head. I look at Beta Chris, "Charlie was there, go after her, I can't right now I need to think about this, FUCK!" I sit in my chair, rubbing the space bewteen my eyes on my forehead, I know this shouldn't be this big of a thing, but it is for me. It was bad enough when I thought of her being only 18 but at least she was conscenting age, but now to find out she is only 17, I feel like a fucking pervert.