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“Do you have a dog? Is that what it normally does?” “No, my ma won’t let me. I just know how dogs would behave in the same situation.” “Amazing. You are like an outsider to your own body. You are able to project yourself out of yourself and into the self of other beings.” “Duh. There’s a word for it,” Kate said. “Imagination.” “Please use some more of this ‘imagination’. I would like to see the world straight through human eyes. Please lend your eyes to me.” “I don’t think I’m the right person…”

Plus, all the groupies on the message board said he had a huge cock. Tommy couldn't have known how bad my celeb crush really was. He couldn't have known about all the sleepless nights I'd spent laying in bed, one hand between my legs as I stared at the bulge in Contendah's pants on my "Dat Krew" poster. Nor could he have known about my second, secret Tumblr account where I spent my time reblogging interracial p**n and messaging that chick from Atlanta who said she'd slept with the Krew before they really got big.

Zoey asked from where she was seated next to me, looking curious. It was far easier to understand the club by personally experiencing it, but since I'd planned on bringing it up, I'd already come up with a reasonable explanation. "The more accurate name for it is probably the 'Imagination Club.' It's all about working on expanding your creativity and learning to use all of your senses when making something. Like, for instance, it's easy to paint a woman in a dress, but then it can become so much more by showing it blowing in the wind around her, and how that causes it to move." Dad still looked a bit dubious, but both my mom and Zoey were slowly nodding along.

Tara walked beside her down the hallway, clutching two coffees and grinning like a gossip columnist. “They’re calling you The Muse of Cross. That’s either a curse or a compliment. Haven’t decided yet.” Lena groaned. “I want to disappear.” “Too late. You’re trending on the student board.” Tara showed her phone. Sure enough, someone had made a meme of Damien staring at a blank canvas with the caption: Thinking about Lena (probably). Lena buried her face in her hands. “I hate everything.” Tara sipped her coffee. “Honestly? It’s kind of iconic.”

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Let's see now if he can fulfill my wish) He really kept me waiting. Honestly that explanation was bad but the keyword here is imagination. In other words I just have to picture an anime scene, a Gate and a cool creature. Let's see how this goes. I close my eyes and picture a scene then picture a gate and make a wish and then picture a creature.. wait what creature should I pick? I have too many cool monsters in my head. What should I do? A dragon? A Phoenix? A golem? Ah I can't think. All those creatures are cool. Ah this is a failure guess. I will think things through before I do this again. So I open my eyes and give up.

And with the girl in front of him, this easily made the imaginative people online start to imagine things. This picture could be written into a romance-action novel with hundreds of thousands of words under the excessive interpretation of people online. And Xander would be the dominant boss in the romance novel. One of the online users commented: [Oh my goodness. I'll trade ten years of my life to become the woman in the picture.] Another online user commented: [When I dreamed of marrying Mr. Zane, I imagined him to be in great shape. Unexpectedly, my imagination was too conservative. Mr. Zane's body figure is far better than what I imagined. I'm so jealous of his wife.]

Tiberius shuddered. “I can’t blame you. Do I even want to know what Melania was doing to you? And Katrina, you have to tell me everything about getting your magic. Like I want vivid details. But right now, I’ll settle for the short version. I have plans.” André grinned, winking. “Making a long story short, ever read Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass? Picture that but darker, creepier, and you’re Alice. It was a trip I never want to take again.” Tiberius shuddered again, wrapping his arms around himself.

I can’t help but feel my nervousness begin to melt away. I open the tablet and tap on the logo for my brand. One big “A” in fancy cursive. I imagine myself in one of Malachi’s meetings, and i project as much confidence as i can into my words as i speak, “Imagine this, on the tag of every designer product and outfit in the country…

A smile breaks through my expression when I see the image of a large, veiny dick she once sent to me and asked me to imagine the dick belonged to one of my rejected mates. “Imagine what you're missing out on, Beth.” She’d attached the words to the image. To buttress her point, she sent me a picture of a woman sandwiched between two masculine figures, her head thrown back in ecstasy and her hair swirling around them. It's a beautifully sensual image. And she wrote, “This could be you, my dearest Nun.” I jerk my attention away when I realize I'm actually envisioning myself in the image, between four particular gorgeous Nobles… Who I should not be thinking about like this ever again.