Imagines Novels & Stories

Mannequins were scattered in the corner of her room as she sowed a pink dress. "What's going on?" I raised my brow and Linda turned around, her shoulder-length dark brown hair was messy and her light brown eyes wild. "Andrei is what's wrong!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air in exasperation. "Who's Andrei?" I stepped over the clothes. "He's filling in for Kazumi since she's busy with the ice ball preparations, he's so bossy and rude and orders me around since I'm an intern. He may be hot, but I'm not having it!" She wiped her forehead which was covered in sweat. "And I have to sow fifty dresses for the models that's performing at the ice ball in two days. My fingers are cramping,

Amy imagined her weird fantasy as an opening scene to a sci-fi action film. It was a crazy fantasy, and Amy would imagine it all the time. While Amy was making love to her husband inside this futuristic sports car, she would also imagine her favorite rap song playing through the sports car’s sound system. Amy would imagine caressing her hands down her husband’s bare, muscular chest while listening to Tupac Shakur’s Only God Can Judge Me. Tupac was Amy’s favorite rapper. Sometimes, Amy would fantasize about making love to her husband while listening to Tupac. Before Amy met her husband, she would often fantasize about making love to Tupac.

“Now imagine that a small flame is growing in the middle of my hands. Imagine it growing from every breath, and every beat of your heart. Imagine it warming your skin as it flows through the strings flowing up your spine before slowly growing in the middle of your hands.” I do as he instructed, a little shaken on the thought of fire growing between my hands, but remembering that I couldn’t see it. And thus, the illusion that it would harm me doesn’t exist. As I release each breath I imagine a small flame growing in my mind, it starts shaky and dies out at first but I try again.

So what if they’d gone through a few things last night… and now she knew a few things… But as soon as she sat down and saw him bathed in morning light, so cool and restrained, her mind betrayed her—immediately flashing to him in that half-open black robe, his body full of heat and desire… Worst of all, her imagination added in the part where he was alone in the bathroom, groaning— Oh, God. Candice squeezed her eyes shut like she was going crazy. She swore it wasn’t on purpose. She was an adult woman, okay? Those images just forced themselves into her head. She didn’t want to think this way. Please forgive her!

Tomorrow, I'd be visiting the flooded packs, moving around with a boner isn't a fate I'd gladly sign up for. When I grabbed my shaft to get to work, I shut my eyes and there she was in my imagination. I was thrusting inside of her, and she was welcoming each thrust with her enchanting screams of pleasure. And she was here, on my bed, naked. I hadn't realized how lost I'd been in my imagination until I felt the hot slimy substance on my hand. I opened my eyes to my cums spewed in different directions in the bathroom. I leaned against the wall, shutting my eyes again, deciding to live in my imagination through the night. Because somehow, I fancied it more than my reality. In my imagination, we

I began panting, my heart was beating fast which was obvious because its a bit audible. " This isn’t real, it’s not possible " I yelled I closed my eyes as I kept repeating those words. " Listen to the rhythm Victoria " a voice giggled to my ears " Join us Victoria and you will reunite with your friends " a voice whispered I sat on the cold floor with my knees bent and my hands covering my ears, my eyes were closed as the music lyrics began to play

I said to her. What she said next confused me even more “You have to set your mind on getting out and make sure that your friend energy is at its peak when you want to come out or else, he will fall into what I call the Vizz.” “What is the meaning of that?” I asked her. “It’s another word I use for Oblivion” she replied. “Oh, I said, is that all?” “Nope, that’s just the beginning, after setting your mind on getting out of the prison you do the zapping thing.” The voice said.

Amanda feels very tired already. It has been a month now since her mother was admitted to the hospital. And she needs to juggle three jobs to be able to meet all the needs they needed and pay bills at the same time. But inspite of her struggles,the cash still doesn't add up to the bills that needed to be payed.

Juana climbed into bed feeling very sad. Tears welled up in her eyes. Could any good news come about her mom? She was as good as dead. But if she wanted to hear her voice, she always did hear it. She only had to close her eyes and imagine her still alive and around, calling her to come help in the kitchen. As soon as she opened her eyes, her voice was gone.

I ask, my tone soft. “There’s a voice in my head, pà.” He cries, his voice shaking with sorrow and fear. “It sings deadly songs to me, always pushing me into a state of numbness. And then I start to imagine things, dirty things.” I nod my head in understanding, because I truly understand the feeling—I understand his situation perfectly. I myself struggled with such imaginations for years. “Dirty imaginations like watching life leave a person’s eyes and being responsible for it?” I question. “And you’ve become so obsessed with the idea of being capable of causing so much damage to a person? You obsess over the look on a person’s face when you hunt them down and take life from them?”