Casual Doja Cat

Joanne, an 18-year-old high school graduate suddenly woke up one day in an mysterious ancient rainforest. She was saved by a handsome military cadet named Leon who accusing her for trespassing a military exclusion zone. But somehow, she found his turquiose eyes familiar..... This is the Inter-Galaxy Era. She woke up on a strange planet where all men here are stupidly powerful but somehow keep calling themselves as different spieces even though they all look alike under Joanne's eyes. It's alright, self-expression is a basic human right. Joanne couldn't care less; until one day, Leon turns himself into a giant wolf..... O..Okay, no big deal either. Joanne convinces herself. Who cares if it's a dog or a cat or a wolf that saved her? The key point is her life is indeed saved. Then, Leon reveals his true identity as the second to the Throne, Duke of the Empire who is being targeted for assassin this whole time? This is NOT okay anymore! Joanne thought this might be the wrost situation, without knowing one day she will be forced into a marriage with the Heir Apparent, First to the Throne, the top Alpha of the Empire.

#R18.. SHE SPENT TEN YEARS LOCKED UP ONLY TO BE BOUGHT BY THE MAN WHO MIGHT JUST BE INVOLVED IN HER MISFORTUNE. Aurelia Costa has spent her almost all her adolescent in an auction house where girls are being bought like cattles. The ones who don’t get successfully auctioned gets beaten and sexually assaulted. Everything changes for her when she gets auctioned by a mysterious mafia boss. He’s the strangest person she has ever seen as she feels uncomfortable whenever she’s near him.She doesn’t know what he wants from her— why he bought her. But she knows one thing, and that’s the fact that he’s absolutely dangerous for her. And his twin might just be her mate. What starts as a game of manipulation and revenge turns into a sick twisted addictive cat and mouse of the heart— and blood. CONTENT WARNING:This story is strongly 18+It contains high themes of blood lust, obsession and deep extreme detailed sex scenes with morally complex characters.

Behind the glamorous facade of a billionaire marriage, a toxic game of cat and mouse is unfolding. Maya Perkins thought she had it all - a jaw-droppingly handsome husband, Larry Jonathan, a life of luxury, and a love that would last forever. But when Larry's obsession with Brandy Owens, the seductive widow of his late friend (and campus sweetheart!), threatens to destroy everything, Maya is forced to make the one phone call she swore she'd never make. Lies, deceit, and betrayal collide in a shocking tale of love, lust, and the true cost of perfection. Will Maya survive the wreckage of her marriage, or will she become the latest casualty of a love that's gone lethally wrong?

Elena had once believed that silence could mean safety. That a gentle hand and a warm cup of tea placed quietly on her desk every morning could be a form of love. Lucien was never cruel—not in the obvious ways. He remembered how she liked her eggs, noticed when she swapped her perfume, and sent flowers on days he knew she wouldn’t expect them. He raised her like one would raise a pet—softly, without question. And Elena, foolish in the way only the very lonely can be, mistook his quiet affection for devotion. She told herself he was reserved. Mysterious. That love didn’t always wear its heart on its sleeve. But when the old flame returned—the one who spoke his language without needing to try—Elena saw it. The difference. He looked at her like a man who had found his lost religion. And Elena? She had simply been convenient. No tears, no scene. Just papers on the breakfast table, beside the eggs he cooked perfectly. She didn’t accuse or beg. She only asked for freedom. He didn’t sign. He chuckled. A soft, dismissive sound. “A cat raised indoors doesn’t know how to survive on the street, Elena. You’ll come back." But she didn’t. She disappeared, like smoke—except she didn’t vanish, not really. She lived. She wore colour again. Laughed at bad jokes. Let strange men hand her coffee and ask for her number. Lucien? He watched. He watched her become someone without him. And it drove him mad. The night he cornered her outside the gallery, rain in his hair and desperation in his eyes, he looked like a man undone. "Elena," he breathed, "please. Look at me. Just once." She did. Calm as ever, and her love already gone.

Aurora Moon tragically dies in a car accident after a bitter argument with her cold-hearted boss, Alexander Graystone. By a miracle, God grants her a second chance, allowing her to rebirth as a young woman who shares her first name. Just as she believes this new life offers a fresh start, she is shocked to discover that she is married – as the seventh wife. To her horror, her husband is none other than Alexander Graystone. *** Excerpt: Something about this girl puzzled him; he couldn't ignore her curiosity. He had met countless beautiful and exceptional women in the past, but none had captured his interest. But this girl? He felt irresistibly drawn in whenever he looked into her mesmerizing blue eyes. He tried to act casual and calm beside her, but his anger always lingered in his mind because she shared the same name as the woman he had just lost. How could he call her "Aurora"? He couldn't! Every time he said it, it felt like a sharp dagger stabbing his heart. He didn't mind feeling hurt because he knew that Aurora's death was his fault, and he was willing to accept that punishment. He couldn't let this young lady replace Aurora in his thoughts; he would hold onto that feeling forever. 'No, I'm sorry, I can't do that. In my mind and heart, that name only belongs to Rory!' "Miss Spencer, that name is reserved for someone very dear to me. No one can take it away—not even you..." His warning sent chills down Aurora's spine. ... "What the hell, Alexander Graystone! That person is me, okay? I'm Rory... I'm Aurora Moon..." She wanted to scold him like that but held back while staring into his intense gaze.

I stare at the email on my screen, unable to move my fingers. Tomorrow is our company's crucial product launch, and I just learn that the patent for the algorithm I spent three years developing is now filed under Matthew Ashford's new assistant, Sophie Bennett. I storm into Matthew's office to confront him. Sophie sits on his desk with her legs crossed, looking completely innocent. She claims that she filled out the form by mistake. "It's just a clerical error. The patent still belongs to the company. What's the big deal?" Matthew stands up from his chair, positioning himself in front of Sophie. I can't believe what I am hearing. "Matthew, this is my research!" "Emma, you're thirty-five. Why are you picking a fight with a twenty-three-year-old intern?" He frowns. Then, he turns to Sophie. "Starting tomorrow, you're the new CTO. Emma needs… some time off." I'm utterly stunned. A decade of marriage and five years dedicated to building a company together have been shattered by a few casual words from him. Thirty minutes later, Sophie posts a photo on social media of herself sitting on Matthew's lap. They are both clinking champagne glasses. "So lucky to have the best boss ever. I'll make sure to be his loyal kitten." Below that, Matthew leaves a comment—three red heart emojis. I shut my laptop and pick up my phone. "Hello. Is this Mr. David Langley from Novara Group of Sundale Valley? This is Emma Whitmore. I've changed my mind. I'm ready to join you." I pause. "And by the way, about that unreleased algorithm upgrade, I have the complete technical blueprint. Make me an offer." Later, I fly to Tallisport with an eight-figure check in hand, while Matthew goes frantic trying to find me.