Imagine Me Novels & Stories

That will never be me. I always imagined I would lose my virginity at prom. I wanted to lose it to someone I loved. It's my junior year, and I hope to the stars that I can lose myself to a man this year. Maybe it's Aiden. Maybe it's Zander. Do I let myself fall for Zander? Do I let Brittany control my thoughts, wants, and desires?

Tom looked at the pills in his hand, I could just take this and it’ll all be over. And he would have done the stupidest thing in his life had he suddenly not heard a voice calling out to him. “Tom!” a voice called out. It sounded like Suzanne. She sounded happy. It’s just your imagination! he scolded himself. He had been hallucinating about her a lot and drowning himself with the thoughts of the life that could have been for them. “Tom!” the voice called again. It was Suzanne! He whirled around, only to find himself staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. Then slowly but surely, the image of a bearded and haggard-looking Tom Banks was replaced by a radiant and joyous Suzanne. She w

"And all I can taste is this moment, And all I can breathe is your life, When sooner or later it's over, I just don't wanna miss you tonight," Then I felt the lump in my throat blocking my vocal cord the moment that my baby's possible image appeared in my mind. "And I don't want the world to see me, 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand," He resembles his dad in my imagination a lot that the look on his face when he smiles makes my heart ache knowing that I can only picture the way he looks in my mind but I will never get to see how he actually look like.

I'm at the café prepping for mid-terms…occupying my free time. Mekhi: Of course you are! Missing me yet? Me: Almost… Mekhi: You're getting there… Me: You want me to miss you? Mekhi: Of course! That picture you sent me is now my background wallpaper. Me: Seriously! I'm flattered! I don't have any pictures of you! Mekhi: not as beautiful as you are, but this should do

PLAYLIST: IMAGINE ( GNASH) Your heart and your instincts are far more reliable than your brain. When you follow your heart, you can be sure you won't regret it later. Even if you calculate your every move, it's not like life ever goes according to plan.-Nithya Menen Gisella's POV

“~meomchul su eomneun I tteollimeun on and on and on~ nae jeonbureul neoran sesange da deonjigo shipeo ~ Look at me look at me now ~ ireoke neon nal aetaeugo itjana kkeul su eopseo~ uri sarangeun buljangnan~ Oh oh oh oh my love is on fire ~” [~ I can’t stop this trembling on and on and on~ I wanna throw my all into your world~ look at me look at me now~ you are burning me up like this, I can’t turn it off~ our love that’s like playing with fire~ oh oh oh oh my love is on fire ~ ] After drying herself, she measured her weight before going out. “Mmmmm 44 kg… why?”

They would appear or not. I stopped and looked at myself a few years ago, full of dreams about being a teacher, getting married, and having children. Past-me smiled at me and then walked on. I turned away from her to a future me, or a possible future-me, as all future-mes were. Future-me was covered in white and seemed happy. No, I realized, she was content and at peace, which was not the same thing. Future-me reached out as though to touch me, as if I were curious about myself.

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Consumes me. I kneel upon the ground, defeated. The weight of all my sins crushes me, as I recall my mother's smiling face and her laughter that rings through my mind so loud, I can almost hear it over the rage of the night sky. She was kind, gentle, loving. Everything I am not. I miss her. What would she think of me now If she saw me like this? Would she be disappointed? Or would she be proud? "IM DOING THIS FOR YOU!"

"I'm lying here, touching myself. Thinking about you." Silence on the line. Then, the faint sound of denim shifting. "Imagine," Echo purrs, linking our audio feeds so his voice surrounds us both. "Imagine you are in the same room. The lights are dim. The air is warm." "Okay," Lena breathes. "Mia, tell her what to do." I close my eyes. "Unbutton your jeans, Le. Slide your hand inside. Skin to skin." I do the same, finding my own slick heat.