Charlie Puth Eyebrow Novels & Stories

Charles didn't want me to be in class with Luke anymore. "I am not sure, but I don't want Luke to think that he can run me out. Plus we'll more than likely have classes together in the future. I have to deal with this now." Charles didn't like my answer, but could tell I wasn't planning on changing my mind. He let it go after that, pouting for a while. He was cute when he pouted. His eyebrows would always meet in the center making this perfect v. I stared at him for a while with a smile on my face.

Jumping out of bed, “Excellent, I'll take an extra deep breath to ensure that outcome. Tell my boy Charlie, I'll be down to say goodbye before he leaves for school.” “Will do. Now you'd better hit the shower dirty man, you don't want to be late for work.” I hear him mutter something in response, but I don’t stick around to find out. Down the hall where Charlie's room is situated, I hear music. Once I'm just outside his door, I can make out its Carrie Underwood, literally his favorite artist. I dare say he has a little crush. At such a young age, he takes after his father where the ladies are concerned... he likes all the girls but has his eyes set on just one.

As far as he was concerned, the spotlight was big enough to lie in. Charlie stepped forward with a smirk that screamed arrogance, adjusting his expensive cufflinks like he’d personally convinced Sterling’s CEO. “Well, Senator… let’s just say we know the right people. Good connections, perfect timing, a little charm.” He winked like he was sharing some big secret. “Sterling Enterprises saw something in us that most folks missed.”

I took his hand as I plead, trying to make what Rause had taught me – the puppy dog eyes. Caelum blinks and I watched as his eyebrows shot upward, almost disappearing beneath his hairline, a bit of his hair licking his forehead – I might have missed it if I wasn’t looking directly at him but a soon as it happened, his face had diverted back to that impassive one.

It’s all just art rather than pictures, but Alex and I decided to follow each other anyway. As I go to click on Alex’s icon of his own face, I see that there’s a recent update from Charlie’s account. My anger subsides, curiosity taking over. Charlie always takes such nice pictures, whether with friends or simply showing off her breakfast. However, looking at the newest photo just brings back the frustration all over again. She and Alex pose together. She’s holding up a peace sign and he’s smiling like nothing’s wrong. Charlie has added stickers of stars and a little heart, having tagged him in the description.

I’m under this magnificent cloud of vodka and punch and I’m feeling real hyper which meant that I’m all ready for anything. I looked at Ambrose real close even though my sight is a bit flashy at this point. His hair seemed to have grown a few inches longer that the last time I saw him this quite close. The slit on his left eyebrows seemed to be permanent. Or maybe that slit is either natural or he just kept it consistently shaved.

Charlie was not angry after she mocked him. Instead, he simply said patiently, “Your face is indeed flushed today, and you seem to be overjoyed. However, your eyebrows are too hostile, which proves that you do not have a good nature. Although your eyes are big, it is slightly prominent, so it can be seen that you’re a narrow-minded person with malice. Your lips are thin, and you have a sharp mouth, so this is the typical thin lips and sharp mouth which demonstrates that you’re usually sarcastic and like to cause trouble, which are all traits that can easily get you into trouble.”

I touched her scar carefully with my index finger. “There is nothing that could ruin your face. It’s perfect. You look cool, like Jason Mamoa or Charlie Puth. You have a scar that other people shave into their eyebrows, so they can pretend it’s real. Don’t worry, Kate. You still look like you and you are still beautiful.” Kate looked up at me with her big chocolate eyes and I started to look down at her mouth. That perfect little heart shaped upper lip. I licked my lips and my head instinctively moved towards hers.

But although his face is friendly, there is a devious gleam in his blue eyes. "Did you look at my messages?" I ask. "I sure did..." Caleb admits. His chest is now inches from my face, and he tilts his head, seeming to find the height difference amusing. I swallow thickly while craning my neck. "And what did you find?" "Plenty of things... Who is Charlie? A boyfriend of yours?" Charlie is my best friend, and she is a woman. Her real name is Charlene, but she is a tomboy named Charlie on my phone.