Imagine Me Novels & Stories

It is four in the evening; Sharon is having some Grilled BBQ Chicken, sitting with Anna and Barbara when they are joined by Jonathan and Mahi. Mahi, she is a slender 18 years old woman, triangular face, straight brown hairs with fronts bangs, small brown eyes, straight pointy nose, huge duck lips and fair skin and a little acne along her jaw line. Meanwhile Gordon is speaking with his father and Jim, whereas Scott is lying on a nearby pool chair, listening to their conversation pretending to be asleep.

I know this is a line you must have heard a thousand times, but I’ll say them any ways. Whenever we bump into each other, I always wish I have enough courage to speak to you but I get stuck with this thought In my head . "how can I compete with all of them? Would she ever give me a chance?” The sight of you today was breathtaking, seeing you smile always is dreams come true for me. I love the way that your eyes sparkle whenever I look at them, the way your lips slide up a bit whenever you are about to say something funny, the way you take charge, and even the way you study in your private time.

I quietly started to stroke my dick while looking straight into her picture, swiping to have different views of her. Many dirty images of her plus the recurring sound of her soft moan from earlier, made it easier. I grunted lightly as I increased the strokes, closing my eyes as I imagined myself placing her over the table and beating her from behind. This felt so good. It was better than leaving with the fear that my head could be blown off any time soon. I inhaled deeply as I lowered my head to look at my throbbing dick. The imagination at this time was that she was begging me to go slow and easy on her as she screamed in pleasure.

He was starting to belong to me. Later, when I finally collapsed into bed, exhaustion dragged at every muscle. But just as sleep began to blur the edges of the day, my phone buzzed again. This time it wasn’t a threat written in words. It was a video. Maya—walking down a quiet street, laughing with a friend. The camera followed every step, zoomed in, lingered. Beneath it, a single sentence pulsed across the screen: How well can you endure when it’s her turn?

Mia said, in the tone she used when she was agreeing with something she didn't believe. Ava spent lunch in the library running through the presentation structure one final time. It held up. She was cautiously satisfied. At twelve thirty she stood at the bathroom sink with cold water running over her wrists, the trick she had used before competitions since she was twelve, and looked at herself in the mirror with the honest attention she brought to things that mattered.

"Thunder and sheer power, bound in fear." I jumped up on the stage behind Tate and without a moment's hesitation dropped to one knee to sing the next part in front of her. “But I will break the silence if I believe that you and I could be more than what we seem. I tried and gave up, they came and left me. And I was rejected again, but no one believes me. I have hundreds of faces, alternate characters, and now no one can see me." Tate scowled at me, her cheeks turning a little red.

Imagine me doing something like Bear Grylls. "Adventurer Taylen Nova. Your show could be called Novatures." I laughed. Jibin would have found that funny. Wait did I miss him? Nah. I just missed having someone to talk to I guess. "You're a weird kid." I told myself then asked, "Wait a minute, why am I talking to myself out loud?" I shrugged my shoulders. I better get used to only having myself around as a companion. I pulled the pills out of my pocket, I only had 1 left. Fridge magnets. I left the others in the car! You're an idiot Taylen.

I am a rock star with my beautiful face shown all over the world. My stage name is "Singing Bliss" and I am far away from this world of suffering. I have a fiancée who loves me so much and goes to any extent for me. A girl can dream, can't she? Only that they will never come true as long as I am stuck in this basement for as long as I can take. They are all figments of my imagination and me— I am only going to wither away like the dry summer leaves falling to the ground.

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I know I'm beautiful But, I know I'm ugly too I'm slowly loosing all the self love which I manged to gathered... I wish I could share it But it's there someone willing to listen it? And not judge me? I don't want advice... I just want someone to listen it I'm scared to be alone But to scared to ask for companion Im Trying my level best to stop it.. But I just don't how to do it... I feel like I'm slipping into depression and there's no one out to see it..