Alone Doja Cat Novels & Stories

She hands me a cup and drops her voice. “Those three ladies in the waiting room are from midnight pack and they are spreading gossip like wildfire,” she says. “Apparently Nicole Cruz is no longer Luna of Midnight Pack.” I blink. “What?” “True. Alpha Jason divorced her a few days ago. Tossed her out. Officially. They say that the whole pack knows this.” For a moment I don’t hear anything. Just the sound of blood in my ears. He did it. He actually did it. I turn away, suddenly incapable of keeping my expression neutral. Maya watches me quietly for a moment and then, mercifully, says nothing else.

Garret eyes fall on it, a smile making its way to his lips. “It’s special but take it easy, huh? It’s pretty strong.” He says again, quirking an eyebrow up. “Yeah, I’ll be fine, Garret.” I tell the man, he stares at me for a second before nodding, going on to attend to his other business. I found myself humming to the song currently playing. Woman by Doja cat. I was so hooked to every song in planet her and I’ve heard this particular song about a hundred times, I know very of the lyrics.

“You know I've got the metabolism of an Atlanta stripper on a busy Saturday.” Carlos lowers his head in a laugh. “Oh my God. That white-collar job of yours makes me forget how much of a funny hoe you are sometimes.” I blow raspberries, pressing my back against the counter until the music switches to Doja Cat's ‘Been like this’ and I get the sudden urge to sway my hips. "Oh, okay, sister!” Carlos snaps his fingers but I barely hear him. I pack up my hair, eyes shutting as I make my way to the dance floor for the umpteenth time tonight. People cheer around me.

"Sochun, watch where you push people." "That's the ugly cow I was telling you about." Sochun dropped her glasses on the ground and stomped on them. Doona watched the lenses bend then snap loudly. Her mother had gotten those for her after her orchestra performance in Dubai. "What! Damn dude... She freaking looks like a mushroom." Jiwoon bent forward to get a better look at Doona like she was an animal in the zoo. There was now a medium-sized crowd gathered around the fiasco. Did no one in this school have anything better to do? Doona thought.

On the process of getting up, pinky polluted the air. "Jezzzz" "Oh my goodness" All the students whisper to themselves. Nothing minding the way students were staring at her.. "Keep on looking bitches"she screamed loudly and pour her juice to Ella..the one seating beside her. "Ohh my gosh"she screamed, touching her shirt.. pinky looked at her and went her way. Goodness pinky!!! This girl is insane!!! The girls mumbled to themselves but not loud,if not pinky will deal with them.

It was a Friday night and like every other Friday in the city of New York, the clubs were packed with people dancing and shimmying to infectious bass music. Circling his perfectly shaped fingertip around the rim of his glass, David stifled his sigh, thinking of better ways to have spent a work-free night rather than inhaling the nauseating blend of sweat and alcohol whilst watching sweaty bodies gyrate and contort on stage like birds high on crack. He should be home. He wanted to go home, to his safe place inside Dawn. He missed her terribly.

lThe transition from the world of men to the world of Agano did not feel like a journey. It felt like an execution. One moment, Mwajuma was suspended in the impossible, vertical waters of the Chozi la Ardhi. The next, the violet light of a bruised, alien sky exploded around her, and gravity—cold, ancient, and absolute—wrapped its invisible hands around her ankles and pulled. She was falling.

Aluna folded the white paper in her hand. She was shocked after reading five points that welcome her arrival in this magnificent house. The room was too big for her to occupy alone. But what could she do, Aluna had to sleep here alone. "Alone again, it seems I was created to always be alone," Aluna thought, folding a small piece of paper and storing it in a ring box.

she joked. "I don't have his number, we only met once and probably ain't gonna meet again." I assured myself looking back at the color of the shirt. I need a drink. •••SETH••• I walked into the underground club below the Moneir an exclusive target there was a lot of shitty women here who wanted to pick a fuck boy the experts were inbetween 25-40 some were married only few were bold enough wear their rings, I wore a eye mask that masked my identity I picked it so the ladies could see my smirk.

Nirvana said after drinking from the glass of water "What? Me, jealous of that crocodile voice of yours? What a joke. If anything should happen to your voice, know that you caused it. By the way, you're the one jealous of my flexy body, my ass are soft compared to those planks you call ass" Aliya fired back and it seems it was another round of argument between them "What? Pla.. Plank? Nirvana stuttered " yes, watch my soft ass" Aliya said and twerk infront of her. "if you're sure your ass aren't that strong, then shake it" Aliya said daringly