Charlie Puth Eyebrow Novels & Stories

Quickly closing the card, I looked up to meet my Beta’s face. “Yes, everything’s fine. Why?” “Oh, I just heard some commotion, and—Goddess, Edwin, look at yourself!” Charles scurried from the doorway, slipping his phone out of his pocket. He turned on the front-facing camera and handed it to me. My eyes widened at the sight, and a curse escaped my lips. There, in the reflection on the screen, was my face staring back at me—with several small doodles on my temple. A little flower, a moon, and a nice ‘A’ written underneath it.

His forehead bore fine lines of irritation and if I was correct I also saw bags under his eyes. He had put on his cologne and the top button of his shirt was open. I had been focussing on how it would feel to open the rest of the buttons when Charlie asked me the question. I tore my eyes away from Hayden and looked at Charlie and the others. Ben gave me a warm smile while Raine too smiled hesitantly. Only, Charlie looked at me with a stoic face. And, I already knew that whatever I say, he wouldn’t believe me.

Elijah’s eyes were red and he had dark circles under his eyes as I smiled and gave him a cup of the tea. “Charlie.” Elijah held my wrist as we maintained eye contact before I gave a numbing smile. “Charlie don’t smile, say something, please.” Elijah requested as he took both my hand and placed on his forehead. I pulled my hand as I touched my chest. “What do you want me to say Elijah? I don’t even know myself.” I said softly. “Get angry at me, curse me, scream, do anything but remain silent Charlie.” “Then can I cry?” I asked and Elijah was silent. The knots in my chest squeezed as tears escaped.

Charlie raised his phone towards Marvin to show the million dollar luxury chair that he found online. “Good, replace my desk as well and clean the whole office. I don’t want any germs lurking around here.” “You’re so fussy.” “Charlie!” As soon as Alejandro called his name, Charlie started dancing as he sing the song of Lady Gaga. “Don’t call my name, don’t call my name, Alejandro!” Charlie then started laughing. “That was a good joke right Alpha?” “Not really.” Charlie pouted for a moment before standing beside Marvin and giving Alejandro a serious look.

Charlie saw the pair of eyes, and his body shook. He hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, it's him! I recognize him because he has a scar on the left side of his eye. At the time, I noticed that there was something on his left eye, but I couldn't see it clearly. "Now, with this photo, I can see that it's a scar. His body shape and height are also a match!" After Charlie finished speaking, he immediately looked at Hudson.

she murmured. Charlie suddenly entered the room. He was wearing a tux. It fit him like it belonged to him. Clean black lines, white shirt sharp against his skin, bow tie straight but not stiff. His hair was styled instead of falling into his eyes, and the faintest shadow of nerves lived in the set of his shoulders. He looked… No. She refused to finish that thought. Caleb shifted beside her. “Oh, hey man.” River turned slowly. “You clean up.” “Yes, sir,” Charlie replied evenly. His eyes moved automatically across the room and stopped on Sky. He took her in from head to toe, and there was no mistaking it. “You look beautiful, Sky” he said.

As he scrolled through Charlie’s social media page, Luke burned with rage. Charlie had long blocked him, preventing him from checking her profile, but fortunately, she had not blocked Ashley. There were many photos of Taylor kissing Charlie on the cheek and her smiling at him. But it was not just an ordinary smile but a big, genuine one. Her eyes crinkled at the corners, shining with happiness, and deep laugh lines formed on her face, revealing just how much joy she felt in that moment.

Her curly hair was pulled in a high ponytail that make her lashes pop. "Yes I'd love to, babe. Waiter!" Mario bellows and Charlie almost gasps from exasperation. His voice still remained as raspy as ever. The thick southern tang wraps around each syllables deliciously. Charlie pulls out of her reverie when Theresa's foot nudges hers. She shoots her a look which the former shoots back. Her assistant leans in close to her ear, "Maybe you shouldn't be drilling cupid arrows into his face with your eyeballs." A red tint covers her cheeks and someone notices this.

Charlie an unencumbered eyeful. Pretending be admiring myself in the mirror next to the window, I ran my hands over my tits, grabbing them up from underneath and brushed my hands over my hard nipples. As I turned to saunter away from the window, I checked out of the corner of my eye just in time to see Mr. Charlie swallowing hard and shaking his head as if to get his brain to corroborate with what his eyes had just seen. My trap was set.

But even how he looks surprises me. He has two lip piercings in the corner of his bottom lip, as well as one on his eyebrow. His hair is long and just brushes his shoulders; but his eyes are the kindest I’ve ever seen. Is this man really a Horseman? “Hello, Caleb,” I say, and my vision fades. “No offense, but you don’t… exude the same energy as Alpha Ryker or Ruin.”