Heartstopper Imogen Novels & Stories

The person behind all this. Imogen. My sister.

Imogen stopped and looked at him. "I didn't know you look this sexy while apologising," she smiled. He turned her over and now he was on top. He kissed her like he had missed her for a very long time. Imogen looked up while he kissed her neck which sent sensations her whole body. She wasn't believing it not until he pulled the blanket over then smiling down at her. ***

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?

In the end, Imogen obediently went back to the dining table. She pulled out a chair and sat down. After grabbing a hot cross bun, she angrily stuffed it into her mouth. Seeing her finally give in, Jasper smiled. He walked over and sat down across from her. Imogen's cheeks were still flushed with embarrassment. She looked at Jasper's handsome face and muscular body. Combined with his good-natured, gentle, and considerate personality, she felt heartbroken and regretted knowing he was gay.

"Are you still going to sing on Sunday?" Imogen's smile was heartbreaking. "I am. I think it would be good for me to have some closure. This is just one circle of Hell after another after all.” Kieran smiled back. “I could always set fire to the buffet table to buy you some time. Don’t worry, I’ll keep the engine running.” Her laughter filled the empty hallway of the hotel. Cheeks bloomed with roses and happy tears welled in her eyes. He couldn’t take his eyes away from her delight so he was caught off-guard when she leaned forward and hugged him.

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

she was going to say something else but a student approached her with questions and she excused herself, leaving me standing there, completely stunned. Because Imogen was…everything I wasn’t. Cool. confident and unapologetic. She’d said it so casually, with zero awkwardness. Like it was just a fact and Mrs. Harper had accepted it, like it wasn’t something to be ashamed of. I felt a warmth settle in the center of my chest. Suddenly Imogen snapped her fingers in front of my face. “Earth to Noah?” she narrowed her eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking about shagging me just because of my aunty?”

“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