Celebrity Imagines Novels & Stories

I end up doing the least productive thing - stalking Jacob Knight 's I*******m . Yeah , Stupid I know . But I you need to your enemies to beat them in their own game , Don't you ? I blame my overly curious mind, after the confrontation in the parking lot , I couldn't help be mildly curious about him . I thought that maybe I might end up knowing what kind of person he truly is but evidently I was wrong because his profile was filled with even more bullshit . He has truly followed his golden boy image to dot , the first image consisted of him shaking hands with the Mayor of the town behind him stood the rest of the Longhorn team .

Tamara POV The sun glinted on the window and shines to my face. I slowly sat up and leaned my back against the headboard, I yawned loudly while flipping my hair to my shoulder. I don't even know how long I slept. A big smile spread on my face as the previous day memory flashes through my mind. My celebrity crush-my lifesaver! Aww- two in one. I slowly crawled out of the bed and headed for the closet, gleefully. I brought out all the dresses, grinning from ear to ear. Rodney is just too sweet.

“You learn to think fast when you’re surrounded by wolves.” These days? Most celebrities were walking, talking illusions—products of carefully curated PR and digital perfection. Fans devoured the façade, clinging to glossy versions of their idols that bore little resemblance to reality. Only those who had spent time with them behind the scenes truly knew who they were beyond the camera flash.

She turned her head slowly, scanning the open road beyond the school gate. Nothing. Just cars passing, drivers impatient, horns blaring. She exhaled softly and shook her head at herself. You’re imagining things, she thought. Since the night at the Cluster Hotel, her mind had been doing that a lot—drifting, replaying moments, creating feelings that didn’t belong to her reality. Derick Lingard was a celebrity. A Lingard. A man who existed on screens and stages, not in her quiet life. And yet… She continued walking.

Even she knew that name. The reckless celebrity. Actor. Billionaire heir. Media disaster. A man who lived like consequences didn’t exist. Lena slowly closed the wallet. Her voice came out barely above a whisper. “I don’t take what isn’t mine.” She placed it exactly where she found it. And continued cleaning. Unaware that the owner of that name was still inside the room. The bathroom door opened suddenly. Lena froze. Slow footsteps. Then a voice — deep, rough, still carrying sleep and alcohol.

Shawn Mendes - Imagination I'm sorry it's more narrative than conversation. I want to tell you how they feel. Sorry if it's getting boring. 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯

Raising a slight brow, Gwyneth quickly went online… and as Wanda had said, they were at the top of the trending tab! Aside from countless comments, some fans had even photoshopped photos of children into the images! These images led to a separate hashtag called, ‘#Imagine what their children would look like!’ With how shocked Gwyneth was, she was unable to hear another word from Wanda… and since she wasn’t replying, Wanda eventually ended the call, thinking that the connection was terrible there… Gwyneth herself remained in her startled state for quite a while. What would Liam think when he saw all this…? And was it really a good idea to make their relationship public…?

A smile breaks through my expression when I see the image of a large, veiny dick she once sent to me and asked me to imagine the dick belonged to one of my rejected mates. “Imagine what you're missing out on, Beth.” She’d attached the words to the image. To buttress her point, she sent me a picture of a woman sandwiched between two masculine figures, her head thrown back in ecstasy and her hair swirling around them. It's a beautifully sensual image. And she wrote, “This could be you, my dearest Nun.” I jerk my attention away when I realize I'm actually envisioning myself in the image, between four particular gorgeous Nobles… Who I should not be thinking about like this ever again.

She asked. Jolene smiled brightly and sigh "It’s every actress and actor's dream to be there. I know that one day I won’t only get there, I’ll be there." Jolene was so confident. "I heard rumours that the President of IM is very handsome and charming but keeps a low profile!" "I’ve heard that too," Jolene said. "Have you ever imagined marrying the king of entertainment, that is the President of IM, and becoming entertainment's first lady?" She asked. Jolene was a donkey who danced happily when a shining carrot is thrown at it.