Been Like This Doja Novels & Stories

"Alright. I’ll call you guys later — my phone’s about to die." Before Leila can say goodbye, the phone takes its cue. I plug it in, roll to my side, and close my eyes. And just like that, I’m in that dream again, like a routine— Except this time, it isn’t silly like the last one. It’s freaking real. (SONG RECOMMENDATION: Street by Doja cat) The restaurant is quiet, dimly lit, warmer than before. The light softens everything except him. Mr. Grande sits across from me, his arms folded, and gaze sharp. I'm not sure what I’m wearing. It’s not important. What matters is how his stare pins me like a blade.

I thought to myself. Now, it remained Jeiel, Josie, Dwight, Hazel, Ruby and I. Hazel sighed dejectedly and went to take a seat too, beside Sian. What the actual fuck? Josie took a brush and started sweeping. Jeiel took a brush, mixed the soap with water and started scrubbing. Dwight took out the phone and started playing really loud music. It was one of my favorites, wish wish, by DJ Khaled featuring Cardi B and 21 savage. Yes, I am also part of the bardi gang. Who can blame me? Cardi B raps are awesome.

Alora I wasn’t angry at being sedated, and in fact Killian had asked me. I was afraid that if he attempted to keep me restrained in the car I would lose my ever loving shit. Not that I haven’t already been losing my shit, as that’s kind of been the whole theme for a little while now. Ah, who the fuck am I kidding, I have been losing my shit my whole fucking life.

You can wear one of my hoodies if you'd like. Me: Aww, sure. Aiden: Bye Me: Bye. My insides are mourning. Wishing deep down that these texts were from Zander. I feel like I'm a tool, using Aiden Buckland. I may end up liking the guy. But, I'm going along with it until fate tells me otherwise. Fate is the sound my heart beats to. It's the rhythm of my soul, my inner compass. No one can tell me which way to go. Or where to turn.

You are the real heroes. Kansamida [thanks ;) ] Soundtrack: Sweatpants by lauv. Try listening to it, I recommend it. The melody is fireee.

a two-figure also comes to my room a girl in a ponytail having her wide forehead expose that emphasizing her youthful looks wearing its black jacket and short shorts, it was Bhlezy while the other one is having its long black hair loose with a charming face and cat-eyes which is wearing a varsity jacket and jogging pants, Dessa "you act like a girl in their period John Carl"- Dessa "Want me to stab you to death? oh right you already died once and it is not hurt when repeating it, want to try?"- Bhlezy

Love me like you do, love me like you do Love me like you do, love me like you do Touch me like you do, touch me like you do What are you waiting for? Love me like you do, love me like you do (like you do) Love me like you do, love me like you do (yeah) Touch me like you do, touch me like you do What are you waiting for? I'll let you set the pace 'Cause I'm not thinking straight My head spinning around, I can't see clear no more

A dry, humorless sound rattled in his chest. He didn't back off. Instead, he stepped closer, his other hand sliding around my wet waist, anchoring me against him. “You just love playing with fire, don't you?” he whispered, his dark gaze dropping straight to my mouth. My chest rose and fell in short, panicked gasps, the heat radiating off his bare skin fighting the lingering chill of the storm. “Making me kneel under the rain doesn't make you powerful, Dominico,” I forced the words out past the lump in my throat. “It just makes you predictable.”

It was called foundation, it was supposed to make the face smoother. “Hey, you don’t need that foundation, your face is already smooth, bakla, you’re so annoying,” Dyosa said in a theatrical voice. They had been friends since they were little, Jonathan, or better known as Dyosa. He was the only one who wanted to be her friend because other children didn’t like her because her mother was a sex worker. “Really? But I want to try it,” she said with a pout. She was sure she would be even more beautiful if she had foundation on her face, she really wanted it!

"I don't wanna be your ex. We way too good at being friends. Can we still hang out? On the low get wild I don't wanna be your, I don't wanna be your..." Karabo and I sang along to Kiana Ledé with K complaining the whole way about our noise. Karabo is so much fun to be with and he's already like a brother to me.