Imagines นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It was the same old man's voice I had heard multiple times earlier inside his head. I turned and discovered a silhouette at a distance. "This place is the mental realm. A different dimension," said the old man. "A different dimension? What am I doing here?" I could not understand how I reached this weird place. What more I could not understand was why this old dude was not showing me his face. "You are not physically present here. I just brought your consciousness in this realm," the old man paused as he realized he made a mistake. "Ah, no. I moved this realm into your head, basically."

Clothing could hide the scars on my body but even makeup could only hide a percentage of damage sustained to my face. Imagination can be both a blessing and a curse, depending on the mindset of the beholder. It's limitless but also grueling and tiresome. The paranoia that manifests with an imaginative mind causes more harm than good. The unnecessary pain a person can cause themselves by altering the perception of flashback memories, makes things seem much more horrendous than in reality. I'm not saying that having an imagination is wrong. Not at all. We can all fantasize without becoming a fantasist. I had always been a practical thinker. I was a realist by nature. There wasn't much point in

At least he treats me like a human and not a leech. “ No, not at all. That was funny. I'm not offended at all.” She smiled and skipped, giggling. Is she crazy or something? Maybe... Just maybe she's got an MPD problem, multiple personality disorder. Alter ego madness, or there's an off switch at the back of her head. She turned off her uptight personality and swapped it with that of a regular bubbly teenager.

I put my headphones on and listen to 'Unstoppable'. After sometime when I wake up, I feel refreshed and energetic. Liam must have left for preparation. I washed my face and got ready for the party. It's still early. I wear black two piece suit with a red shirt under them. I wear my expensive Rolex watch and custom-made shoes. Three omegas are assigned to help in getting ready. All of them are blushing profusely when I am putting my shirt on. Well I do that purposely. Omega are born to serve and please alphas. They are stealing glances at my toned abs and muscular body. Being a Playboy I maintain my seducing look always. Let's see how many butterfly flaunt themselves for me Anahita's pov

crazy right now seeing Earnest around my room. My eyes keep searching for a sign of him. He was everywhere, yet nowhere. His presence was felt in every corner, in every nook and cranny. I could almost hear his voice and feel his touch. But when I reached out, he was not there. I closed my eyes, trying to summon him with my mind. And then, as if by magic, he appeared before me. A smile spread across my face as I reached out to him, but when I touched him, my hand passed right through him. He was a figment of my imagination, a ghost in my room.The disappointment I felt was palpable. Why can’t I be next to him real?, but I didn't let it consume me. Instead, I allowed myself to enjoy his presen

I know it can’t end here because my head is already filled with images of my head between her legs. And I don’t just imagine things. I create.

It pulses against the fabric of his jeans, a constant, undeniable reminder of what he just witnessed, of what he feels. He closes his eyes, trying to clear his head, but the image is too strong. He sees her, lounging on the couch, her legs spread, that sheer camisole clinging to her every curve. He imagines bending her over the couch, the worn cushions pressing against her skin. He imagines ripping the camisole in two, the delicate fabric tearing with a satisfying rip, exposing her fully, leaving her utterly vulnerable, utterly his. The thought is raw, primal, and terrifying in its intensity. He pushes away from the door, moving

The vibrator’s hum grew louder in his mind, a relentless rhythm that matched the pounding of his heart. “Fuck,” he groaned, his grip tightening on his erection. He imagined her guiding his hand, her fingers intertwining with his as she helped him stroke himself. Her breath was hot against his neck, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered filthy things. “That’s it, Noah,” she murmured in his imagination. “You like thinking about me, don’t you? You like picturing my pussy, wet and tight, waiting for you.”

The soul and heart of 'Image Training' laid within the complex imagination and fabric of induced phantasm. It was a complex method because the training, in all essence, happened inside one's mind. The person goes into an induced focused state of hyperconsciousness and runs scenarios of battle while also reconstructing everything around him, including his opponent. Image Training wasn't as easy as it sounds. It demands minimal physical effort and yet, it can be extremely exhausting and can only be done in a quiet place. Image training needs a hell-freezing concentration. The user does not just need to imagine, but also relive it like a genuine memory of the past. Break the concentration and i