Imogen Peele Novels & Stories

Once in the car, Dylan asked, “What kind of movies do you like?” Imogen replied, “Anything except romance. I love fantasy adventure, horror—pretty much everything else.” Dylan chuckled. “Don’t most girls like romance films? Do you have a favorite celebrity?” “Nope. I’ve never really admired actors. I prefer those who’ve made great contributions to the country and society.” For someone of her status, it would be easy for her to encounter a celebrity she idolized. She could sign them to her family’s entertainment company in a heartbeat and have them work for her.

Skylar smiled thoughtfully, commenting, "It's intriguing how two people sharing a name can chart such distinct paths. Not long ago, there was a young woman named Imogen Kingsley, a graduate of Aerospace Academy. "She had all the qualifications but didn't quite catch your break. She ended up starting in our PR department as a junior clerk." Imogen's heart skipped a beat. Anxiously, she asked, "Skylar, did you say there's another Imogen Kingsley in the PR department?" Skylar nodded. "Yes, is everything alright?" "Did she graduate from Aerospace Academy?" "Yeah, she did. She's tall and slender. Are you familiar with her?" Imogen offered a wry smile. After a brief pause, she shook her head and r

So cute. “Hey guys. Sorry, I had something to sort out before I could leave.” Namely, getting myself together after being up close with Cody. That man is enough to set my whole body on fire, damn it. The least I think about him right now, however, the better. “Good to see you, Imogen.” Ellie says and smiles. God, can a girl get any more beautiful than her with her golden-blonde hair, dazzling emerald eyes and wide smile? Julia Roberts has nothing on this girl’s smile, it literally takes up her entire face.

Drax, made from wild fungi and ethanol, was banned within the city limits but could be legally purchased and consumed in the Drock. Mother’s message was particularly relevant today, as my age now permitted me entry. Her second message was not to take unnecessary risks on the ice peaks I planned to climb, a message she knew I always ignored. The third was one I had received continually since my early childhood: “Skye, do not, under any circumstances, exercise your powers and bring attention to yourself.” I had asked why many times, only to receive the same answer. “Because I forbid it.” Or, as I grew older, “Because we have a special ability that can be dangerous and must be concealed.”

Well looking at the elegant woman at the front I WS really surprised because I didn't expect her to come. Even the long lost Patricia had come, those silly days when we worked at Maggie's dinner. University days were at least fun with her around. My colleagues at the company and the kids I had grown up with at the orphanage had also come. At the front stood the judge waiting with Gale at the side. Maggie handed me a banquet of white peonies, I felt like asking her where she had got these but time wasn't on my side. Jennifer walked down the aisle first with a small white banquet of pink and white peonies, her gold dress swaying like the sun as she reached the end.

“How did he get into the pack unnoticed?” Isabel was pacing back and forth inside her study when Dylan walked in. If he guess correctly, Xavi is the one she is speaking to on the phone. Her face suddenly darkened, which meant that she wasn’t pleased with whatever reply Xavi gave. “Close the borders immediately! Make sure no one comes in or goes out of the pack!” She barked out the order, slamming her phone against the wall the moment she hung up. This isn’t happening. Not in her time. She can’t let that good for nothing ruin her reputation.

They won’t find out how her heart cried last night. Everyone would see a lovely dress, beautiful composure and pretty manners instead. Imogen was wearing a flattering purple silk dress that hugged her curves but retained a modest high neckline and reached just above her knees with modest black high heels. Her long dark hair was pulled up into an elegant chignon with various jewel hairpins that gave brilliant rainbows every time the light hit them. On her ears were beautiful diamond studs set in white gold to match her gorgeous diamond necklace and lovely diamond bracelet. She was underdressed compared to the other women inside the cathedral but she set herself apart with her poise.

Yana said with a smirk, and Imogen scoffed. “Besides, that dress suits you,” Yana added and Imogen pressed her lips together, glancing at her reflection. She wore a velvet red shirt dress with large, shiny dark buttons and a flower crest on the left side of her chest. The sleeves were long, stylishly folded, with elastic threads gathered at the cuffs, giving them a bouncy flare. In her hand, she held a matching red handbag—Louis Vuitton, latest edition. Her ears were adorned with heart-shaped earrings, her makeup light and delicate. A soft pinkish-red shimmer dusted her eyes, her lips glistening from the clear gloss she’d applied. Her nails were painted a glossy red, and on her feet were tra

My back is exposed, the dress is just way above my knees and my hair is packed in a neat ponytail. And yes, tiny silver heels. Imogen, on the other hand, is dressed in a black leather jacket, a pink top and a black leather mini skirt with black boots. We are both wearing light makeup. We look stunning, I know. I can't wait to see my Don. I have Mimi's present with me as well, which is decorated with red ribbon. I got her some perfumes and skincare products. It will be perfect for her skin. Imogen and I held hands, and we headed towards the hall. It was filled with people, mostly Mimi's peers. Some danced on the dance floor to loud music as waiters and waitresses moved to and fro in their uni

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.