Doja Cat Gif Novels & Stories

"I don't like you. Please keep that in mind and never ask me again." Ouch. A simple statement hurt me. B-but- but why? "But I'm your mate." "Who cares? No one. I don't like you, so don't like me too. If you already did, then stop growing those stupid feelings of yours. You're just getting swayed by the fact that you found your mate." ---- Werewolf packs believed that Faye inherited the Moonstone from Alejandra since the day she was born. She never had peace even in her sleep. But the Moonstone brought something good to her life, that her parents didn't. It was finding her life mate. However, her life mate is the leader of hunting the holder of the Moonstone. His name is Damion. His mission is to kill Faye. Her lifemate wants to kill her. But how could he kill his life mate? If killing Faye will also cost him his life?

After my husband, Samson Ferrell, receives his year-end bonus, he takes his godsister, Maya Taylors, on a three-month overseas trip. Meanwhile, I'm forced to continue working while taking care of our children on my own. In the middle of the night, when my children catch fevers simultaneously, I have to console my younger daughter with soothing words while wiping my oldest daughters down with a damp towel. My phone doesn't stop buzzing the whole time. From time to time, I receive pictures of Samson and Maya in swimwear while lounging under the Moldave sun. Sometimes, I see photos of them skiing happily in Chwiss. Honestly speaking, if Samson is just a friend of mine, I'll find myself admiring his relaxed and casual lifestyle. Unfortunately, he is my legal husband. My phone screen lights up again. This time, it's a racy picture sent by Maya. "Hey, I heard that you're taking care of the children at home. Well then, I shall take good care of Samson." After saving all of the photos and purchase history, I book an appointment with a divorce attorney. The day of Samson's return to the country will be the day he receives a lawsuit to recover marital assets.

Arya, a simple down-to-earth girl, has her secrets. She tries and stays invisible in the eyes of others to protect her secrets. However, when she falls in the arms of one of the most handsome and richest men of South Africa, Nathan Anderson, the facade falls. He sees her like no man has ever done before. Smitten and mesmerized, they run away on a secret vacation, a place where no one will disturb them, with an unsaid condition of 'no strings attached'. But as fate has it, things take a turn when an adventrous trip full of love, passion, seduction, and brazen sex gets emotional. What would happen when the adventure would end? How would they fare after their vacation? What happens on the trip that turns their perfect vacation in an 'almost perfect' one? Read on to know more...

The zombie apocalypse had arrived, and pets could transform into guardians to protect their owners—each person was allowed no more than three. My best friend had spent a fortune on three Tibetan mastiffs. The landlord cleared out a fish tank to raise a crocodile. My boyfriend? He had stormed the zoo and dragged a lion home. And me? I only had three stray cats. The eldest was blind, the second one limped, and the youngest had just turned one month old. The moment the apocalypse system announced that pet slots were locked, I knew I was doomed. I tried to hide with my three disabled cats, hoping to survive quietly. Day one of the apocalypse: terrified… Day two: helpless… Day three: my cats sauntered over, tails swishing, carrying some unidentifiable object. "Mama, I bit off all the zombie heads on this street. How's that? Solid enough?" I was rendered speechless.

Celeste thought she was just planning one big corporate event until a late-night meeting with a cold, ruthless billionaire CEO turned her life upside down. Julian Sterling never did relationships especially not with the woman who could disrupt his world. But one night of heat, and everything changed. Now, Celeste is pregnant. And despite every reputation that hangs over his name, Julian offers her one brutal solution: a contract marriage to protect them both. As they settle into cold formality, what blooms in between boardroom exchanges, midnight admissions, and office-after-hours confessions is something neither expected. But nothing is easy when pride, ambition, and a messy past keep both of them trapped. With twists, misunderstanding after misunderstanding, financial games, and stolen moments that crack their walls, Celeste and Julian must answer one question: can a marriage built on convenience become real love? One contract. One baby. One impossible connection.

I was separated from my family at a young age and was adopted by my adoptive parents, who treated me very well. The day I turned eighteen and became an adult, my biological parents called me and begged me to meet them. Even though I had not seen them for years, I decided to fly to the city where they lived for a meetup. On the day I arrived, I shopped for gifts to give them as a gesture of goodwill, all while waiting for my biological brother to come and pick me up. When I finally picked up the gifts, a young woman decided to take them for herself. “I want the smoking pipe, the tie, and the necklace she’s holding!” She signaled to the shop assistant with a quirk of her lips, and the latter snatched the gift boxes from me. “Hey, I saw them first!” I was furious, but she looked me up and down with a sneer. “All these items are from the most expensive brands in the store. They cost hundreds of thousands of dollars. Can a penniless loser like you afford them? “I am the daughter of the Ferrero family. My older brother is the heir of the Roccia Gang, the city's most powerful gang. Over here, no one dares fight me over things I’ve set my eyes on.” ‘Ferrero? Isn’t that my biological family?’ I thought. As it turned out, she was the girl my parents had adopted after they lost me. I raised an eyebrow and called my older brother, who was coming to pick me up. “Hey, your adopted sister snatched the gifts I bought for you all. What’re you going to do about it?”

It was a godforsaken dare. If anyone asked Knox why he created a fake profile to mess with the most insufferable bastard alive—his emotionally constipated, tyrannical military captain, Victor Wallace—he’d blame his roommate. Stupid dare. Simple mission. Pretend to be a woman, reel the bastard in, and wreck him. Easy, right? Wrong. What started as a joke spiralled into late-night messages, dangerous vulnerability, and a slow-burning obsession Knox didn’t see coming. Victor wasn’t supposed to open up. Knox wasn’t supposed to care. And yet—here they are, stuck together in a steel tomb of chain-of-command and unchecked tension, where one wrong word could start a fire. It was supposed to ruin Victor. Now it’s ruining Knox. Because when you play games with monsters, don’t be shocked when one starts looking back in the mirror. This was never just a dare. Now it’s war. Read and find out.

Vera Susan discovered from a mutual friend, just a week after her breakup, that her ex-boyfriend and best friend had become engaged. Outraged by the betrayal, Vera unexpectedly showed up at their engagement celebration and indulged in alcohol. She maintained a composed demeanor and extended well wishes to her ex-boyfriend and best friend. Claiming to be in a relationship already, Gabrielle approached a stranger and kissed him without hesitation. Fidelis Aaron, the CEO of the Fidelis Crystal Corporation, had never shown interest in a woman. Content with running his business, he had no intention of pursuing a romantic relationship. One evening, while excusing himself from a family gathering, a girl approached him and unexpectedly kissed him. His heart raced! Aside from the pounding sensation in his chest, he felt everything around him go silent. He took a deep breath and savored the blossoming fragrance emanating from the girl. His eyes involuntarily closed as he found himself enjoying the brief yet stirring kiss! When the kiss concluded, Fidelis struggled to open his eyes. It felt as if time had halted, and it suddenly dawned on him that, for the first time in memory, he was experiencing the sensation of getting an erection. Following that memorable kiss, he vowed to claim Vera as his own

I thought Christmas had already broken me. Betrayal, loss, and a miscarriage that shattered everything I’d built. So I did the only reckless thing a heart in ruins could do: closed my eyes, jabbed a finger at a map, and bought a ticket to wherever it landed. No plan. No hope. Just a wounded heart running from the wreckage. I wanted quiet. Snow. A place to breathe and heal. I found him instead. A man who feels too wild for this world, all heat and muscle and dark, hungry eyes. He kisses like he’s claiming something. Touches like he’s learning every secret my body holds. His strength borders on impossible. His presence, addictive. He calls me his naughty little Christmas gift. And every time he drags his mouth down my throat, I forget every reason I had to stay guarded. But the deeper I fall, the stranger things become. The room around him feels alive. The night listens when he speaks. His eyes flash with an animal glow that shouldn’t exist, and the sound he makes when he’s holding back, low, guttural, trembling the air between us doesn’t belong to any man. I should run. Ask questions. Save myself. But I’m far too gone. Even willing to be ruined by whatever he is. So I ignore the question whether I’m losing my mind, or whether the fear curling beneath the heat is real. And let him keep unwrapping me like the gift he thinks I am. Because whatever lives inside him…it’s the first thing that’s made me feel alive again.

On the day my boyfriend and I moved into our new home, his ex-girlfriend gave us a mysterious gift. The moment I opened the front door, a swarm of hornets came flying out. I screamed in fright as I felt seven or eight stings from them. His ex, Erica Loft, jumped out from behind the door with a giggle. She shouted, "Surprise! "I went up the mountains to visit a master craftsman. I wanted to get you this specially brewed hornet wine, and I even brought back a hornet's nest for you to decorate your new house with! "Isn't this a great gift?" Erica made a face at us. She was gleeful at the messy predicament I was in. My boyfriend, Joe Fulham, clenched his teeth. He rushed forward to grab Erica by the wrist as he shouted angrily at her. "Are you crazy? Don't you know that hornets are venomous?! Is this really a surprise, or are you trying to hurt us?" I listened to another one of their huge arguments from behind the door, feeling like an outsider in my own relationship. As I felt the stinging pain in my arm, I knew this wedding was about to fall through.