Imogen Peele Novels & Stories

And there she was—Imogen. She stood out in the crowd like moonlight piercing through a darkened forest. Her beauty was devastating, each feature carved with perfection. Her skin was alabaster, luminous under the crimson light, and her hair flowed in dark waves that shimmered as she moved. Her dress clung to her, black silk that danced with her every step. But it was her eyes—bright, ancient, and full of mischief—that drew me in.

“You’re kidding.” “I was… distracted.” Imogen winced. “He’s ridiculously good-looking. And I was… not exactly in my right mind.” Selena pressed a hand to her forehead, half in exasperation, half in amusement. “Imogen Warren. Billionaire heiress. CEO. And still you let your hormones outwit your brain.” “I never said I was perfect.” Imogen chuckled weakly, scrolling through her untouched call log. “What if he doesn’t call?”

She has already made up her mind, no one can stop her. "Wow, you look so beautiful," Poppy said to Imogen after they were done dressing her, she was in a blue dress, with a tight corset at the top and white lace at the end of the dress. She giggled and looked at herself in the mirror "You think so" "I know so, you should get going now. After tonight, you won't be an ordinary person anymore, you will be the new madam for the house. Do you want this?" Imogen smiled and stood up "I should get going then" She looked at the door expecting someone to come in, but no one did.

“No I wouldn’t. Anyway he’s got a girlfriend. You met her.” “Yes, so I did… Isabelle wasn’t it?” Alice nods and kisses him lightly on the lips before running out of the door. “Don’t wait up.” Christopher smiles and lies down in bed. “Isabelle Simons. She was nice. I don’t know what she saw in that prick.” He flicks the side lamp off and falls back to sleep almost right away. 3. Tuesday 27th April 2010 01:03 Belinda has not bothered trying to look her best, something that she could be accused of quite often, and, since she actually lives nearest to the Progression Software building, she reaches David relatively quickly after his phone call.

★ Slightly the door cracked open with caution, and Imogen peeked inside to see Maze. She was beside the window staring at the beauty of mother nature which she wished to feel once again. Deep sighs were leaving her mouth from time to time. Imogen took the plate of food from the butler and motioned him to leave. With the plate in his hand, he entered the room and stared at her, who didn't even notice his presence there. Imogen coughed to get her attention but Maze was too immersed in the prospect that she didn’t discern anything. Imogen walked to her side and sat beside her. He touched her shoulder that made Maze flinched and dragged her out of her trance.

Emily's POV Three Days Later "Em, why are you not dressed for the ball?" Gen asked as she poked her head through the door. "I'm not going," I answered as I lay my head on my pillow, feeling sorry for myself. Gen was already dressed in a lovely purple and white dress that hugged her chest area but flowed freely from her waist down to her ankles. Her white heels, silver earrings and necklace added the finishing touches, and her makeup was extra flawless. I almost didn't recognize my best friend.

I didn’t bother pretending to look at the menu; the moment the doors would open, she was all I was waiting for. The door was opened, the violin rose with her entrance, as if the instrument itself recognized a queen. Imogen stepped inside like temptation had grown legs. She wore a red silk dress that was clinging to her curves. The dress neckline dripped really low, teasing just enough to drive a man insane, while the slit up her thigh threatened to reveal more with every step. Her skin glowed under the soft light, her hair made waves that framed her face, lips painted like sin itself. And in that instant, nothing— no money, no empire, no empire of blood— mattered but her.

In headlines: Camila Brinx-Camorra, wife of Elijah Camorra, seen smooching with lover Camila Camorra spotted making out with her lover at Sunset Blvd Not even the rich can contain their hunger for excitement! "Well damn" I say softly, locking my phone and walking up to the house. Quinn had to be the first person I saw when I entered the house, she was walking down the staircase, dressed in her usual slutty outfit. She really was putting in all the work needed to get attention from anyone. She smirked at me when she saw me, her face full of makeup, she looked like a mini Pennywise. But I love Pennywise. She looks like him when he's transformed into that child eating monster with all the teeth

Queen Minerva winked. “Maybe she’s going to see that young prince of hers.” Alicent teased and Bellamy blushed. “What prince?” “The prince of Sapphire.” “Oh. Is he the one?” Queen Minerva asked and she nodded. “Yes. He is THE ONE.” Bellamy giggled. … Nicklaus was waiting for Bellamy in the garden. He had promised to build a replica of the Love’s garden in New York. “Nicklaus.” Bellamy called softly and he almost lost balance due to the way his heart skipped beats.

After Amelia had done changing, she walked out of her room to see Maisy and Helga already prepared to start fixing her hair and make-up. “What is going on?” Amelia said as she sat down in front of her vanity. Her maids immediately styled her hair and painted a light make-up on her face that suited her the most. Her hair was braided amazingly thanks to Maisy, his long braided hair rested on her shoulders which flowed in front of her. After styling her, Amelia was escorted by Iago to the garden. They entered an area which Amelia hadn’t explored yet due to her belly and ended up in a place that Amelia didn’t expect.