Wattpad Imagines Novels & Stories

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

His prompts are like keys that unlock the doors to uncharted territories, inviting me to explore the vast landscapes of my imagination. In this realm of creativity and narrative, I am free to weave tales of heroes and villains, of love and loss, of triumph and despair. It is a place where the ordinary becomes extraordinary, where the mundane is transformed into something magical. With each stroke of my pen, I breathe life into characters who dance across the pages, their stories unfolding before my very eyes.

Liam's imagined whispers, his breath on my neck, his body pressed against mine – it was all so vivid, so tantalizingly real. With the showerwand in hand, I directed the warm water, the sensation heightening the fantasy, blurring the lines between reality and imagination. This was just a release, I told myself, a way to exorcise his image from my thoughts so I could refocus on what mattered – my business, my goals, the bet.

Gradually to get used to Noah's unpredictable nature. ******** The moon hangs beautifully in the sky; a warm cup of tea is my friend tonight. Seeing the full moon with its bright light, my imagination drifted because I had just finished reading a novel about werewolves, the title of the novel "Blue Eyes Alpha" managed to mess up my emotions. Somehow now I like living in a fantasy world

Third Person Pov Silver and Octavia went back to the room. They went to the empty bath. Octavia sat down on the floor and closed her eyes. This shouldn’t be hard. She breathes out, stretching her ears. She could feel the gentle breeze and hear the water moving down the pipe softly. Water so peaceful and yet so dangerous, Octavia greets the water as her equal. She imagined water being in front of her, forming beautiful shapes. Then she imagined it twirling around her mate playfully. She imagines the water filling the bath up to the brim. Then she opened her eyes, and the bath was full.

It's a shooting star, and I make a wish. I wish for a place where I feel safe and loved-- a home where I can rest and forget everything. It's a stupid wish, I know. But I feel so helpless and hopeless, I don't know what else to do. I close my eyes, and I think of that place and imagine it around me. I imagine a roof over my head and walls around me and I imagine the sun rising and setting and the moon dancing through the sky. And then, I imagine flowers growing and birds singing and soft winds blowing.

But I guess it's my fate, I would be admitted into the university this year, and I guess meeting Mr grumpy would be fatal, the devil doesn't bargain anyway, it's a losing game, after all, a mafia won't have a use for me. Maybe my fairy god mother decided to make one of my silly wishes come through, and she chose the silliest, maybe this might be the hottest guy I ever set my eyes upon, he ends up being unreachable. I laid my back on the bed in defeat I can only imagine. My imagination has worked for me for ages now, i pictured a scene in my head, the perfect fifty shades scene, one of my R18 novels, taken from Kate's house, it disrupted my sexual fantasy, though I am stuck in my little house

It's ridiculous. She wondered how they get these ideas. At least there weren't any pictures of her dancing with Astrid, so she counted that as a win. *** To read exclusive bonus chapters of your favourite characters follow me on Patreon: San2045 *** Facebook: The Scripturient (Join "San_2045 squad", a private group on Facebook to be the first one to know everything!) Instagram: San_2045

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I clicked on play as I put in the second ear of my ear piece back into my ear. I put on my data as I scrolled through my apps, I clicked on the wattpad app as glanced through my huge library. I needed new books to replace the old ones. I started archiving the books in my library as I searched for new ones. It was funny how, after being on wattpad for so many years, I never saw a Nigerian book before. I added few new books to my library as I closed the app before clicking on my Instagram app. I went to my elder sister's previous post as I held my head. She was really a social media freak.