Imagine Me Novels & Stories

YOU CAN CONTACT ME THROUGH INSTAGRAM AND IN FUTURE I MIGHT POST SOME PICTURES TOO RELATED TO STORY. MUCH LOVE -AUTHOR (devil_ish.angel)

me alone. Only mine… Snap

Life for me. ***

I'm numb ****

As I closed my eyes one last time, I made a wish. "If there's a next life, I wish to never meet them again."

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.