Imagines Stories Novels & Stories

It's soft, lingering, and full of every tomorrow still ahead of us. My father’s blessing still warms my chest like a steady flame. The kingdom is steadier and more hopeful than it has been in years. And here, in the firelight, with the woman I love more than anything and the future we have already begun creating, I know without any doubt that we have found our real fairy tale. Not the flawless, polished version from childhood storybooks, but the honest, passionate, sometimes messy one that chose to step bravely out of the shadows and into the full, bright light of day.

outline, rendering the storyline more complete and logical. Brandon was an incredibly imaginative writer, brimming with ideas and engaging story arcs. A casual piece from him could keep readers hooked. He was passionate, often penning stories as inspiration struck him. If the fervor was there, he could churn out thousands of words daily until a story's completion. But if that burning desire waned, he'd rather leave a tale unfinished than force himself to complete it.

I wanted to go to the same school my dad graduated from. Before I lost my vision of colors, my dad used to teach me how to paint. He was a famous artist that used to go on business trips all around the world to showcase his art, but the day I couldn't see colors anymore, he stopped. I'm not going to his alma mater because I wanted to follow in his footsteps. I'm going there for my self satisfaction. I regret not being able to learn more about his hobby, and I blame myself for cutting his dream short, so this is all to relieve myself of these negative emotions. I have nothing I want to do with my life anyway, so I'm not losing anything. After I finished eating, I brushed my teeth and headed t

Maybe a little cold water would clear her head, make things clearer. Because the images from last night’s conversation were seared into her brain, she’d spent the morning alternately staring sightlessly out at the horizon and looking at the veterinary textbook she was supposed to be reviewing. She had exams this fall and being too prepared was impossible. Unfortunately, Cole made a far better bedtime story than animal anatomy. Right now, her dreams had nothing to do with the veterinary degree she was mere months from earning.

Hi guys, this is my first story on this platform, hope you will enjoy reading it. DISCLAIMER This story right here is a product of my imagination, creativity, and thoughts it has no relationship with anyone but living or dead, places or people, and each character in this story is fictional, and there is no question of it being real. VANDANA POV Everyone? Where are all of you Come out quickly, I yell excited at the top of my voice and they came running.

Instead of getting a hint as an enlightener, his vision was getting bleaker. Perhaps his mental disorder was entering a void period, and he couldn’t do anything about it. No matter how much he wanted to reveal everything, he had no control over his subconscious. All those mysterious images come and go beyond the control of his brain and heart. If Damien’s assumption last night was correct that he and the man in the painting were two different people, then who exactly was that person? And, was it true that that person was wearing clothes from the past? Did that person come from the past?

"You still haven't told the family the whole story. We know you met in a silly coffee shop six months ago. But how exactly did you propose? You are such a boring, practical guy. I bet you just handed her a legal document and a ring at your office desk." I felt Finn's entire body go completely stiff next to me. His hand on my back tightened. I looked up at his face. His strong jaw was locked tight, and his eyes were wide with a sudden, silent flash of pure panic. Oh no. My heart dropped into my stomach. Finn was a brilliant lawyer who could win any case in a courtroom, but he was a man who needed to plan every single detail in advance. He had written a very long contract about our fake relati

Adrian had been roommates with James for months and every night, his mind wandered to filthy thoughts of that thick cock sliding deep into his ass. He imagined James pinning him down, spreading his cheeks wide and pounding relentlessly until he filled him with hot cum. The fantasy consumed him, making his own cock throb whenever James walked around shirtless or fresh from a shower.

I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.