Heartstopper Imogen Novels & Stories

My blood boiled and eyebrows creased as I picture the man's face in my head. "How..." Spinning around , I could feel my heart thumping rapidly against my chest as I focus all my senses on that familiar voice. "It's been such a long time," Imogen says softly, folding her arms across her chest with her phone pressed against her ear in one hand. A wide smile spread across her face as she locked eyes with me, making my jaw clench tightly as I glared at her. What the fuck is she getting at?

she commented. I look behind me, but I didn’t see them. Maybe they found a vacant chair. Aphrodite is right. She looks so cute and she kind of resembles a wolf. A baby wolf. After our lunch, Aphrodite and I went to our locker. There are assigned numbers in every locker for students who are having a PE class. “By the way, Sophie. Uhm, you don’t have to call me Aphrodite, since I think my name is too long to pronounce” she started.

The second Icen Clayton Blackstone stepped into the room, Ember Heart knew he was trouble spelled in thick capital letters. His name had always been associated with scandal, and he had a lengthy history of affairs known to last for a month or less, thus earning him the name ‘Heartless Prince,’ and even worse, ‘Heart Ripper’. Yet, none of the articles she read had ever cautioned her about his magnetic sexual allure. Ember had seen drop-dead gorgeous men at the party, but there was something about Icen that compelled her to give him a second look even though he wore a masquerade mask.

I slid down the door, recalling the way he held me closer and tighter. The warmth and everything. Oh God, what is this? Imogen leaned down to me and placed her hand on my knee. "I understand, Girl. He is drop-dead hot!"she said. I looked at her. She nodded. "Now, I can't blame you for wanting to spread your legs for him because what the extreme fuck, girlfriend?!" "Imogen," "Yeah?" "I need new panties." She nodded, rubbing my knee slightly. "I got you." ************** NEXT DAY.....

He tracks the rapid rise and fall of my chest beneath the thin white cotton of my nightgown, and his blue eyes darken to the color of a midnight ocean. We are ten feet apart, but it feels like inches. The seriousness between us is a physical, undeniable force, pulling the oxygen straight out of my lungs. 'Leave,' my brain screams. 'Run. Turn around and run.' Instead, I am frozen. Caught in the tractor beam of whatever this is. Alexander takes a slow, agonizing step forward. "Please don't," I whisper, the word barely a breath. He stops. His hands clench into fists at his sides, his knuckles turning stark white, as if he is physically, violently restraining himself from crossing the room and t

“Jaxon coming to a play sounds like a threat to national security. That goofball hates anything that's not hockey. “He loves you,” she said, sticking out her tongue. “And me. Sort of. I think. Anyway, he said he’s proud of you. For the script thing. You better not let him down.” “I’ll try not to.” God, it felt good to see her again. She looked different—shorter hair, platinum blonde with lavender ends, piercings on both brows and one nostril—but she was still Imogen. Still the only person in the world who’d seen me cry during Call Me By Your Name and not judged me for it. She’d been texting me nonstop about this trip, and honestly, she was one of the reasons I said yes. I needed something to

This is not normal. “H-Hurry up,” I cleared my throat before I mustered strength to make a step out of his room. When I closed the door, I shut my eyes firmly and I almost lost all my strength. “Oh, shit.” I muttered as I placed my hand on my chest. I could feel its loud beating as if it wanted to get out of my chest. “What's going on?” “Fuck!” “What?!” My heart almost jumped out of my chest when Ace appeared all of a sudden. I glared at him immediately as I washed my hands on my face. That's when I realized that I was sweating coldly. I am not yet even starting to work out and train with Chase.

“I just can’t Cole, I do feel something, but I will be going back home eventually, and this would never –“ He puts his hands on each side of my face and pulls me in, putting his full soft lips on mine. He takes his tongue and licks my bottom lip, slowly prompting my lips open, invading my mouth. The soft kiss quickly turns frantic as he tastes every corner of my mouth, with me reciprocating every step of the way. My hands running through his hair, pulling his face closer to me, never wanting this to end. He takes one hand and runs it down the side of my body, taking his hand and grabbing my butt, hitching up my leg up on his waist, bringing our bodies even closer. He is driving me insane. I

"Someone is coming to pick me up already, Ms. Tarth. You should get back. You're the birthday girl tonight, and they're all waiting for you." "Then … I'll walk downstairs with you. I'll leave when you get into your car." Imogen's lips moved silently as she racked her brains, searching for a way to make Henry stay. She knew that the drug was about to take effect. She wouldn't try to compete with Hannah like Gabriella. All she wanted was one night. Just one night. Imogen followed Henry into the elevator. The elevator door closed, and in the enclosed space, they were silent. Henry pressed the number for the first floor.