Imagines Novels & Stories

"Darling, I bet you must be busy this morning. Your boss is such a capitalist. You don't even have a moment to reply. Remember to get back to me when you can," he added, ending the message with a kiss emoji. As I stared at these messages that felt sweeter than any happiness, fear came even faster. The more I thought about it, the colder I felt.

Her hair spread over my desk. I drop my pants and grip my hard cock. I picture her legs spread wide for me, her folds wet, her heat dripping down her ass. I bite back a moan as I start pumping my length. My left hand grips the desk as I imagine diving into her wet warm lips. I imagine her body pushing up away from me, her head back, her eyes closed. I pump harder as I picture her legs wrap around my waist. I chase my release and imagine her pussy tighten around my dick. I squeeze and I continue pumping as I cum into my hand and on the desk.

Slamet looks confused by the pose Varet made. “You’ll see,” Varet said. Varet was concentrating and suddenly those cassava roots lifted to the sky and flew to the basket next to Slamet. Slamet was shocked by seeing what just happened. “Can this power realize our dream?” Varet asked. “Wh... What was that??” Slamet was still shocked. “Let’s call it Doki-Doki. A power focused on one’s imagination.” Varet replied. “What’s imagination?” Slamet looked confused.

If only things had been different for me, perhaps life within my Aunt's mansion would have taken a different turn. I closed my eyes, attempting to push aside the negative thoughts that threatened to overwhelm me. Instead, I focused on conjuring up an image of a potential mate, someone who could bring warmth and happiness into my life. Slowly, a figure began to take shape in my mind, an indistinct yet familiar face, framed by messy hair. I concentrated harder, willing the features of my imaginary mate to become clearer.

The mere recollection of our lips meeting sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't resist the temptation to let my imagination run wild. In the depths of my mind, I began to create wild fantasies, each more tantalizing than the last. I pictured covert meetings in his office, where the atmosphere crackled with anticipation, and our illicit kisses evolved into a hidden expression of longing. With each passing moment, the fantasies grew more vivid and visceral, igniting an irresistible fire within me.

"I know you probably hate and don't want to see me right now and it's quite understandable. I won't complain if you decide to ignore me the rest of your life but would you please not ignore me right now" That voice sounded familiar,it sounded like the one he wanted to hear all this time but he was scared, scared to turn only to found out that it was his imagination, a dream and he didn't want to wake up from it. "I just wanted to figure myself up . I wanted to know what I really wanted but seeing you here, right now and like this I know what I want" "Serena"

It was dark magick that she spoke of, but is there really magick? After a while of reflecting, I finally hoisted myself up to start on my tasks for the day. I finished my tasks within a few hours, then sat down to write of my dream. The dream of Laylan racing and meeting a brother of light, whatever that was. He was very good-looking, and he seemed to have a good heart. There was something about him that was familiar though. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I knew there was something. As the day went on, I decided to watch some movies to keep my mind from Laylan and Zelimir. Though The Matrix Trilogy was probably not the best movies for that.

She laid between Duskins legs with Alo in front of her and Farrell in the back. This was just what she needed but as she closed her eyes she could have sworn she saw someone staring back at her from the library corner of their room. No matter how much she tried to stay awake or alert her mates she couldn’t. Darkness soon overtook her as Esime stood in the corner using some of the darkest and deadliest magic known to demons. She had to make sure that the pup or one of the pups was a girl, if they could get a girl from Ife’s bloodline to raise and let Jacob claim their plan would still work.

"Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. The fearful are caught as often as the bold.' -Helen Keller. IBIM When the gods were sharing sight, I overslept arrived late so I got vision supplies for only a few years. School as a 17 year old blind girl in Nigeria is.... well, it's interesting. I go to Ogan Memorial Secondary Academy, Port Harcourt. Yes, Port Harcourt. And there's a story if all was sugar and spice we won't be here now, would we?

I stood up, backing into the shadows behind me, and instantly the Nightmare Eyes surged forward, looking for me. It's the first thing I've done anything besides destroying one of them, so they had to watch me do it, which is exactly what I wanted. My illusions come from my imagination, an ability a lot like the long last nightmare Lord Imagery. Except for mine can't come to life. That doesn't matter, though. If people think they are real, then they're real when they see them. I let my eyes flutter Closed imagining that the structure I was standing on shifted to the opposite side.