Exo Dirty Imagines Novels & Stories

Ellie’s P.O.V. The moment I looked up, my heart paused. That man was not old. He wasn’t weak, fragile, or anything like the rumors surrounding Zackary Walton. The young man standing near the door looked handsome in a way that felt illegal. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and dressed in a black shirt with the top buttons undone. And those eyes… Amber! Not soft golden brown, but deep amber that glowed under the dim lights like something wild hiding beneath a human’s skin.

It still had that sick yellow paint and the white on the pillars were beginning to wash off, the painting of a phoenix on the the left side of the building was beginning to fade away a reminder that the one who painted it no longer existed. Taking a deep breath I walk to the door, my hands finding the bell. After two or three rings the door opened with so much force I thought it was going to come off. The one who opened the door had an angry look on her face, her hair looked like a bird's nest, her clothes were so dirty she smelled like alcohol and vomit, black circles underneath her eyes and a cigarette stick in between her lips. "Still drink mama T?" I asked coldly The lady gasped when she

But as Emily stared at the clothes, knowing she had no other choice, she reached into her handbag and pulled out a shiny black debit card, catching everyone's attention. The room fell silent as the audience gasped in disbelief. "Is that..." "Eotteoke?" "No, tell me I'm dreaming." Emily's card was a shiny black debit card, exclusive to the wealthiest individuals in the country. Only the top richest people possessed such cards. Stephanie's smirk quickly faded as she felt a pounding headache coming on. How did Emily acquire such a card? The realization that even she, the self-proclaimed queen of the entertainment industry, didn't possess one left her astounded. Her "slaves" were equally shocked

Perfect. I packed my hair up in a messy bun and then went to bed. I positioned myself in a sexy way as I waited for Brandon to come out of the bathroom. I wasn't afraid to go another round that night as I would never have enough of Brandon. He was different—the kind of calm man I had wished for. I picked up my phone and clicked on the photos application. I scrolled down until I got to a file named ‘my exes’ one by one, I began deleting their pictures, the memories of my time with them flashing through my mind like bad music.

Franklin stood up, looking from me to Durelo. "What happened?" He asked. "The drug was too strong and you fell into a deep sleep after taking it," I explained. "Shit I thought Durelo gave me some poison," He said lightly and we laughed it off. "How do you feel now?" "Like burning down a city," he said, and we cheered. "Great!" I could not believe we were laughing and having fun at a time like this, and if anything, I liked it. Durelo went round, looking for somehow to sit. He stopped suddenly, looking at a spot with a confused expression on his face.

Who was this version of him? Meanwhile, the ponytail guy—who was clearly loving every second—had not once looked at me. I decided to clear my throat, hoping to get a little attention. “Oh… oh wow,” he stammered, finally noticing me. His eyes widened as if he had just discovered gold. “Hi, I’m Endrik.” He reached out his hand and held it out to me. I placed mine in his. “Daisy,” I said with a polite smile. “Oh, what a lovely name for a lovely girl,” he said. His voice was way too happy, and when I tried to pull my hand back, he didn’t let go right away. He held it a second too long.

He couldn't continue as tears welled up in his old eyes. Cardy was disappointed that she had no idea about all that but was still happy that her father was alive. James drove them home as the soft country music played. THE END OF MY EVIL EX-LOVER

The app opened directly to a new post. Vanessa Crawford. Damien's fiancée. The photo had been posted an hour ago. It was taken inside what looked like an expensive boutique. The picture only showed Damien from behind. Black shirt. Broad shoulders. One hand tucked into his pocket. Even from the back, I recognized him immediately. My eyes went down to the caption. Counting down the days until forever. Every fitting feels more real when it's with the man you're going to spend your life with. #FutureMrsValmont

I stayed for a while, and when I was back to normal, I went out to wash my hands. "I knew it was you. Hello bestie, " was what I heard behind me. The voice. I stood to see the grinning look on Mila's face. "You kind of look messed up. Let me guess, you just screwed a drunk, pot bellied man. Who of course reeks of poverty? " Mila continued "Oh darling, you got that all wrong. Instead, I'm talking to a dumb, ugly b*tch with perforated brain. That's why I'm irritated." I shot back.