Charlie Morningstar Personality นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Charlie commented, as soon as the trio were far enough away that I couldn't hear them anymore “So, more than ever, I support the idea of you retiring. “ Now you understand why I've always preferred dealing with numbers and paperwork over people. “ Morgan chuckled, though he wasn't exactly joking. that the waiter had come over to serve “ If he hadn't been a shareholder for literally decades, I would have gotten rid of him and these comments a long time ago. “Looks like your father wasn't the only one who wanted you to be his clone, is it? Charlie commented hesitantly, his eyes filled with compassion.

Charlie said turning the smile on his face upside down. Charlie has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. He had the perfect brown hair that he always keeps spiked up. He was nowhere as handsome has Gar. His hazel brown eyes kept his hair and his eyes in unity. He has always proved worth my trust and is really fun to be with. He wasn’t so muscular or tall but had a good physique.

Charlie said turning the smile on his face upside down. Charlie has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. He had the perfect brown hair that he always keeps spiked up. He was nowhere as handsome has Gar. His hazel brown eyes kept his hair and his eyes in unity. He has always proved worth my trust and is really fun to be with. He wasn’t so muscular or tall but had a good physique.

***** Andrea had never felt more insulted in her life, having to witness that scene the moment she woke up, some hours ago, she thought the guy was gentlemanly, handsome and hot, though he was still handsome and hot but his shitty personality didn’t make him appear all that gentlemanly to her anymore, it sucked out all that appealing charisma she had earlier noticed in one go…her home was a mess after he left with his barricade of guards but that wasn’t the only thing probing her nerves, the money he had left on her table was so humiliating and disrespectful, it was hurtful- “Wait hurt?” She wondered to herself wearing an annoyed looked. She barely even know the guy and he was hurt, fuck! Wh

Right now, tell me about Charlie. “Charlie is like a close friend to me. 'To be honest, none of us had anything until the four of us joined forces. I've never seen a butt like Charlie's before; it is smooth as silk. Thus, he is unable to grow any hair on his body. We make fun of him for it. Charlie, on the other hand, has a good ear for music. As a musician, he is capable of playing both guitar and bass. Charlie despises the media and the paparazzi more than he despises fame itself. interviewed, he rarely speaks, loves to hide in hotel rooms, and keeps most of his life a secret, but around us, he is the loudest, most naked g. oops most of the time, and it's also the weirdest.

Then I would leave, permanently. “So what happens now?” I had to ask. Charlie leaned back on the couch and grinned like this was the beginning of a fun little rom-com. He was charming, I had to give him that. With his golden blond hair, dimples, and soft warm eyes, he looked like he’d walked out of a Disney movie –like a Prince Charming. He was the exact opposite of Maverick Russo, who gave off the energy of a fallen angel –beautiful, yes, but dangerous in all the wrong ways. I couldn’t help but wonder how the two of them even became friends in the first place.

I quipped. It was funny because Charlie looked anything but funny. He was young with a lopsided smile and a laid-back surfer attitude. His black hair and crazy blue eyes made him a standout. Girls panted after him, but he always set his sights on the ladies he couldn’t have, the ladies that were not interested in his charms. “I’ll wear her down. I’ll flash my blue eyes and smile a lot. It works every time.” I shook my head. “I would be very careful boasting about that. Someone might lynch you one of these days.”

He's grown up as a friend to me but an enemy to his parents. He was born autistic and his journey since has been rough. That was until we all met at a cafe and he recognised me. He was intently delightful go work as a p**n star. He just wanted a good base and an income to walk away from his household. And here he is as one of my favorite subordinates in my studio. And no, I have no company to work under. I worm solo and solo only. And so does he. Charlie is a different case all together. He is a child of prophecy. A gifted sexy bomb to serve all of the mankind and give them legit boners lasting for several hours. That was exaggerated, but it's nonetheless a good truth.

And he is still, staggeringly, blissfully, oblivious. Charlie is the smartest person I know when it comes to anything with a blueprint, a profit margin, or a sports stat. He can run global operations in his sleep. He has a memory for details that borders on terrifying. But for some reason, he is completely blind to the colossal, neon-sign-flashing, twenty-year-long truth that is right in front of his beautiful, dumb face. Me. How I feel about him. It’s pathetic, really.

I perceived his scent before I saw him, and my eyes scanned around the kitchen as I thought of a way to escape, but it was useless. “Maddie.” Charlie greeted me in his usual cheerfulness, and I released a frustrated sigh. He wasn’t exactly bad, except the curly light brown hair that was no reason to be on his hair; I could only picture a Bob Ross dupe. He had a typical Caucasian face with high cheekbones, and I couldn’t say he was ugly. He was far from it, but when compared to Toby, he paled greatly in comparison, and I was not ready to deal with any of his issues.