Charlie Puth Eyebrow Novels & Stories

He crouched down, which put him at Leo's level, which was an instinct rather than a calculation, and I was watching from the pavement ten feet away and I noted it and filed it and felt something move through me that I did not immediately examine. "Hi," Charlie said. "Hi," Leo said. He studied him for another moment. "You look like my mom's old photographs." Charlie's hands, on his knees from the crouch, went very still. "Do I?" he said. His voice came out steady. I could hear, from ten feet away, the effort of the steadiness.

His right eyebrow had a giant gash on it. "What-" "Begin!" Charlie yells, and Mark charges for me with zero hesitation. Here we go, I guess. Mark is giant, much bigger than me. His hands are massive and if they wrapped around my throat, would probably kill me in seconds. His stance is wide, his thighs are thick, and his feet are heavy and large. Getting kicked in the head would knock me out or break a leg if stomped on by him. I jump to the side as Mark closes in, watching him turn back to me slowly and yet again charge forward. Was that all he was going to do?

A quick glance at the name 'Grant' caused Charles' dark eyes to narrow slightly. The atmosphere in the room turned tense. The senior executives sensed the shift and collectively held their breath, stealing cautious glances at Charles. After a long moment, Charles squinted at his phone and quickly typed a reply: [Okay.] However, as if dissatisfied with the simplicity of his response, he added a crying emoji. Still unsatisfied, Charles sent another—this time, a pouty face. Then, an even sadder emoji. After sending a few more, Charles finally settled on an overly dramatic emoji depicting an exaggeratedly pitiful expression. Satisfied, he put his phone down and raised his head, scanning the room

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 groans in pain. They're my two bundles of joy or should I say, two bundles of—okay, never mind. Caleb and Charlie has more of Alex than they have more of me. For instance, the eyes; let's talk about the eyes. They both have blue eyes—which disappoints me a little, why didn't they have light brown like me? But never mind, moving on.

He stated. "I know, but it's getting me so worked up." I sighed. Charlie raised a hand to my face, tucking strands of hair behind my ear. Since I hadn't cut my hair again after our first date, it had grown back into half its initial length. Charlie ran his fingers through it, his hand trailing from the back of my head to my chin. His eyes lingered on mine for a few seconds, a smile forming across his lips. "I like the way I look in your eyes." He whispered softly.

A sound which never belonged to her. Charlie Brown had come again. He came often now. Slowly and quietly, Elara descended a few steps, stopping just before the living room came into full view. From there, she could peek at them without being noticed at all. Charlie sat comfortably on the soft couch, his one arm resting along the back of it and his posture appeared relaxed. He had grown taller over the year and, he is nearly about 6' feet. His features had been sharper than before, his presence was calm and composed. He was in college now, already carrying the effortless confidence of someone born into the privilege. Everything about him looked perfect and controlled, but more distant than be

While the rest of the pots grew lavish green, purple and red leaves. ‘How about a drink today?’ Charlie asked, running his fingers on some strands of his shiny black hair as the wind kept on blowing. He wears a black jacket, blue jeans and white sneakers. ‘There is a newly opened bar nearby, and they also sell grilled meats.’ he added. He is 5’3 feet tall with medium brown skin complexion. He has thick eyebrows, a flat nose and mustache above his reddish lips.

Even if I wasn't watching the video, I can still recall that Christoph’s eyes glimmered like gold as he kept staring at the envelope in his hands. His eyes shimmered as if he had just won the jackpot. “Just keep your line open, Mr. Cedrick. I might still need your service one of these days.” Charlie proposed, extending the long curved lines on my forehead while listening. I gritted my teeth as I looked at Charlie who remained silent, as if nothing had happened. Even if he heard everything, he did nothing. Not even an explanation. “Of course, Mr. Frost! Looking forward to working with you again.”

“I couldn’t help but notice you were alone.” My lips parted slightly in surprise, and I propped myself up on my elbows. “My name’s Charlie,” he continued, flashing a nervous smile. “And, um… I think you’re really pretty. Can I please have your number?”