James Charles Feet Novels & Stories

"Wait, do you use make up to school" "Of course not. This flawless face is natural" "Then why the hell do you keep make up in here?" "Because I can, okay? And this is about you, not me. Do not change the topic" He said, raising his index finger in the air "I'm gonna try make up on you_" "No" "I've been watching a lot of YouTube videos by James Charles so I'm gonna attempt one on you today" "Have you ever done this before?" "No and that's why I'm trying"

Jake left the basketball court very pissed. He needed somewhere to blow the heat off. He asked his underlings to bring a boy he usually bully to the back of the class. He waited there for two minutes and Charles, a timid need, was dragged in. Charles is in class B the same final year as Jake but has a disability. He can’t hear and see properly so he uses hearing aids and glasses. Jake walks up to his underlings and kicks them. ‘What took you so damn long!’

Charles immediately looked down, understanding the gesture, and his eyes widened. "No way!" he exclaimed, then turned to James, who nodded. “She’s pregnant,” James said. “Oh my God, I’m going to have two grandchildren from you?!” James chuckled, and so did I. Charles laughed, his voice deep and sincere. "I can’t wait," he said, his tone emotional. "After everything that’s happened, this... this is truly a blessing." ***

I whined hoping he would understand but instead he smiled and gave me a thumbs up “I think Liam will want you to put that on too, you look good in it trust me and the most important thing is that it hugged your body in the right places, it feels like it was made for you so trust me when I say that you look like a 10” He demonstrated with his hand. I sighed knowing that I have no other option but to keep on wearing them. I looked at the shoes “Hee this black boots is going to go well with that pair” Charles walked up to me, with the boots in his hands

“But also realistic. This is what I can actually manage without everything collapsing.” “Then it’s the right choice. You can always increase office presence later. Right now, this is what works.” Charlotte appeared then with important news. “Mama! James is eating his FOOT! That’s gross!” “Babies eat their feet. It’s normal exploration.” “But it’s GROSS! Tell him to stop!” “He’s seven months old. He can’t understand instructions about foot-eating etiquette.” “Then YOU stop him!” “Charlotte, James eating his own feet is not a crisis requiring intervention. He’s fine.”

My face showed nothing but a smirk which was difficult for me to wash away, and I felt pretty embarrassed about it. As I turned my head to see if Charles was coming down, my eyes got stuck at him when I saw him talking to James. He was looking extremely irresistible in a black Armani suit and magnificent shoes the brand of which was very hard for me to guess. I couldn’t believe it one more time that I was living with such a desirable man. Who was not only handsome but also super sexy and well-settled.

He widened his eyes in shock. “Charles just stay still okay. Harry is also hurt but he'll be fine. Try and get better first." Yasmine smiled slightly but Charles wasn't even listening to her. He's been trying to wiggle his big toe but he couldn't even feel anything. He looked at Yasmine with a frown. “Why can't I feel it?" He asked looking so worried. Yasmine furrowed her brows. “Can't feel what?" she asked looking perplexed. “My legs, I can't feel them! I can't feel my legs!" Charles cried out still struggling to wiggle his toe. Yasmine frowned, placing a hand on his ankle.

“Dude, you okay?” Charlie knelt. “James! Come on, son. Talk to us.” He took a deep breath, tasting the saltiness of his sweat and the grains of sand. “I’m good,” he muttered and rolled over. “Just stay still for a minute,” Charlie said. “Does it hurt anywhere?” James shook his head. “No, I’m fine.” He sat up, and Tres’s father raised his eyebrows, evidently aghast. Seeing the expression, James said, “Really, I’m good. See?” He moved all of his limbs.

"James ha‌s a thread to pull. He never really let go. He th⁠inks⁠ of me as something he lo‍st, not some‍t‍hing that escaped⁠ him. His ego is the cr‍ack. He's the one who might‌ talk if he thinks he's being pl⁠ayed⁠ f‌or a foo‌l, or if he t‌hinks he c⁠an w⁠in me back to his side by throwing someone els‌e un‌d‍er⁠ the bus." A⁠ slow, grim nod from Charles. "A‌ persona‌l angle. Good. That's⁠ a‍ lev⁠er. You know his habits, hi⁠s holes. Where is he now?" "He'll be lying l‍ow, but not too low.‍ Somewhere that make‍s him feel clever and⁠ in con‍trol. Hi‌s private club, The Vault. O‍r h‍is new apartm⁠e‍nt in the Heritage building. Pl‍aces‌ with, a view."

and hearing the small sound, I realise how utterly silent the audience around me has become, as mesmerised by the performance as Charlotte. .... and me.... James puts down his coffee cup.... Pre-arranged…? Or was there some signal between them…? .... and, holding Charlotte's eye all the while, removes his shoes also, stripping off his shirt. He's nothing like so heavily muscled as Michael, but his frame is tight and lean, his stomach flat, his muscles strap-like and toned. He's in good condition.... looks after himself.... .... Could do to put on a few pounds though.... And the fabric of his black trousers bulges to the front....