Novels by Pia St.James

Meera ~2 years later~I changed into my clothes and placed my neatly folded scrubs into the locker. Yes, I have learned how to fold clothes now. "Finally our seventy two hours of shift is over. I am going to sleep the whole weekend... " Amelia my friend and co- worker said.I smiled. Finally after working tirelessly as interns we are getting our weekends off. I might be able to take a good sleep too if my kids will let me."Have you prepared for LPN? " She asked and I sighed. We have our LPN exam by the end of this month and I haven't prepared anything for it. If I fail I won't get my License. "I will...I don't think I will be sleeping now. Need to study" I grabbed my crossbody bag and started to walk out of the locker room alongwith others. "Well have a nice weekend and let me know if you want to hit the club tomorrow." I gave a side hug to Amelia and sat on my bike, driving off to my home. The busy streets of seattle, hustle and bustle of people greeted me as soon as I got out

Abram~I walked out of the airport, and the chilled gust of wind hit my face, I feel like they are slapping me. Winter in UK is brutal . I haven't seen the sun or felt its warmth in weeks. And over the top its raining there more than usual. I hope Ireland isn't that dark because my pigeon doesn't like winters. She finds it overwhelming.A smile spread on my lips, my insides feel giddy, I am finally going to meet her after six whole months. Six months without her was hell but her letters kept me going. And on top of that her dearest daughter and her mama dearest were after me like witches. I hailed a cab and got inside giving the driver address of the institution. The air feels much more calmer than London. I took out the ring from my breast pocket and admired the art. I didn't propose her before, I didn't ask her for the marriage, or to become mine but today I am going to. I will drop on my one knee and propose to her.And this time I will make sure I don't fuck up. There will be

Meera~24th Letter~Dear my lovely scrumptious pigeonHope you are doing well . Tell me if your crazy roommate is troubling you again. Everyone here is fine and healthy. But your teenage daughter is troubling me. I am literally going to kill her boyfriend. God, she is not even legal and already having physical relationship. When you come back please scold her because she doesn't listen to me. Your mama is fine too. She is auditioning for small roles, her spirits are high. I guess Angela is following her steps and Charlotte has become the new CEO of your father's company hopefully she will save it. I am good too.Yours Honey Abram Meera Oberoi.*I reread the same letter he sent me a week ago and folded the letter placing it securely underneath my pillow. God, this man is so dramatic, that he changed his middle name from Rikkard to mine. In these six months I have talked to everyone but him. He would just send me one letter every week and then wait for my reply. He wanted to do our

Meera~ A dream~I saw my best friend, Miller and a girl around Five years in the arms of Ian. She had those soft blue eyes that I know who she was. I instantly recognised her. Abigail...My eyes teared up, is it a dream? It has to be. Because I have lost them...or maybe I am dead too.But if I am getting to meet them after being dead than I am the most happiest. She looks exactly like him. Same eyes, same hair, same nose. My daughter.I looked at the two men and more tears spilled from my eyes "I have missed you both so much. Thank you for bringing me here...I am not leaving you all ever again".They smiled. I wanted to hug them, I wanted to take my daughter in my arms. I started to walk towards them but everytime I move forward they started to vanish. No."It's not your time, go back. He is waiting for you" they said in unison and I cried for them to stop. I ran after them but they vanished into the thin air as if they were never here.I screamed and wailed but they never came ba

Abram~ "Abram... please tell me she will be fine. I can't loose her, i have already lost my dad I can't loose my mom...I can't lose my best friend. Why hasn't she woken up yet?" Mom? Meera would have been over the moon if she heard this from this little girl she is wanting to make hers. You will have to wake up soon pigeon. Your loved ones are waiting for you. I brought Elsie to my chest and kissed on the top of her head while she cried "she will be fine...I promise".That accident has put her in a coma and from the past one week she is in that state. Doctors said she needs healing, her brain is traumatized. As I was about to step inside her room, a soft hand held mine, stopping me. I turn and it was Charlotte."I have already signed the papers. Now only your signatures are needed" she said. Ending a five year relationship is not tough for me but still something stings inside "I am sorry Charlotte for the love I couldn't give you, for the love you deserved ".My throat clogged

Charlotte ~One month and three weeks.That's how long he has been away from home. Though he calls once a day to talk to Angela and to me about if everything is fine here.I know he is there for a business trip but I feel something is off. He is happier, he has been grinning while talking, one which he stopped doing five years ago.His smile is reaching his eyes now. And instead of making me happy it is making me anxious. I feel like he has not been telling me something. I guess it's time to see what the matter is? It's time to bring him back home."Angie...come here help me pack your bag".Even though Abram doesn't like her doing any kind of work I am not letting her become a snob just because her parents are rich."Mom when dada is coming?" Angela asked and I gave her a smile . "Why don't we go there and surprise dada and bring him home back?"She squealed in excitement bringing out all her fancy clothes. I just hope you are not doing what you aren't supposed to Abram. You gotta

Agastya~ (Period when Agastya and Raina were separated )I walked inside my cabin and sighed. I feel tired, my muscles feel sore, and I am sleep-deprived. I walked toward my chair and sat on it. I opened my laptop and started reading the file of the patient I was treating. Someone knocked on the door "Come in--" I said and heard the footsteps walking inside of my cabin. "Good morning, son--" I craned my neck up and saw Dr. Mihir Aaron my father-in-law standing with a box in his hand. He smiled at me, his eyes warm and smile radiating positivity. That is what I needed. He sat on the chair in front of me and opened the lid of the container. "I thought why not have dinner with my favorite person," he says and I smile at him in gratitude because he said what he meant. Even though I and his daughter are together, we both have gotten closer over the past three years. He served plme the sprouts and a glass of mango juice and forwarded the plate toward me. I thanked him and took the spo

♡Agastya♡Three Years Later I rested my head on the cold tile wall, as my heart pounded against my chest with trepidation. How can I do this to my wife? I at the age of 33 and she at the age of 28, are having a baby and she is in the operation theater, bringing our baby into this world. I should have gotten my vasectomy done. Instead of depending on contraceptive pills. Her pregnancy is delicate and fragile. Her body is not strong enough for pregnancy but still, she insisted on keeping the baby. And here we are, delivering our baby, prematurely. And if something happens to her, I will never be able to forgive myself, heck I will die if she won't survive. While being together for three years after five year long gap , we never once thought of babies, because we never desired them. We were more focused on our careers me being a cardiologist and her being a literature professor. Apart from our professional life, we indulged ourselves in traveling around the world, this was the life

Raina~"But I thought you love me, like love me kind of love me" I whined, a deep jealousy surged into my veins. I rubbed my temple and heard her sigh. "I still love you, Raina. Like love you kind of love you. And I think I will always will, but it feels so alone here. When you were here, it did not irk me, but now that you are back with your husband I feel so alone. So, I guess it is the right decision." she says over the other side of the phone, from London. "But you are lesbian, then why are you doing this, Susannah?" I ask, this time confused and more irritatingly. Because she can't ruin someone's life just because she is alone and feels lonely. I heard a teary chuckle and I frowned. I do not think if I said anything funny. "B is not a silent letter, Raina. Just because I love you it does not mean I do not like men. They swell at the places where a woman does not." she says, in a trying sexy voice. "But you will forget me, Susannah, if you marry". I say and my eyes are sprink

♡Raina♡I pushed the bell button again and again, desperately until it was jerked open, followed by a curse " Why the fuck, you can't wait?" He opened the door, shirtless, giving me a wonderful view of his olive skin. "Raina, what are you doing here?" He asks, frowning. I shivered as his eyes raked over my body and gulped. I pushed him inside and slammed the door behind me. "what is wrong with you?" He asks, there was a slight tremor in his voice."Why did you tell that man, that I am your wife?" I ask, I need answers. I need to know what is he thinking about me. " What? " His lips parted but he opens and closes them like a fish. Is he hiding something from me? "What, what Agastya? Tell me why would you say something like that? I signed those divorce papers, we are not husband and wife anymore." As much as I want to be his again, I need to know if he still feels the same for me. He stared at me, boring his brown pools into my hazelnut ones. He steps closer and closer until we ar

Two years later A girl around 25, with short hair reaching an inch above her shoulder, in a short, sky-blue denim skirt reaching just below her hips, paired with a pink floral cami top, holding a luxury bag in her hand walked out of the airport. A sigh of contentment escaped from her lips, as she took a long breath, inhaling the air of her homeland, after five years.She glance around and smiled, her country, her people, everywhere. Her gaze struck at a tall man, with grey hair, standing there with open arms. She squealed and ran towards him and jumped into his arms. Tears flowed from the eyes father and daughter duo, they stayed in each other's embrace for some minutes before withdrawing themselves. The old man shuffled his daughter's hair and hold her hands, leading her towards their car. Soon the other man, who was standing far away, smiled sadly and sank inside his car. She has changed, her body got mature, with big tits, and juicy thighs. Moreover, her old charm has returned,

Raina~ Three years later~ I sighed and gave fake smile to Joe. I want to stuff his mouth with Taco Bell so that he shuts up with his mouth. God, he is so annoying. Always bragging about his fucking achievements and how much wealth he has made in such a nickel of time. Trust, me this junk should meet my husband once. Then he will know what real hard-working money is called. I face-palmed myself, fuck I once again call Agastya my husband. When will I stop addressing him as my husband? I must not forget that I divorced him. We are divorced now. And we have not contacted with each other for over three years now. I am pretty much sure that he must have found some pretty woman by now. I just hope she ain't good looking as me, she ain't good in giving him butterflies as me. Even though Agastya has moved on, I still want to be the in his mind all the time. I want to be the one who he imagined while running himself. I grabbed the glass of wine and chugged it down my throat in one gulp.

Krystalina ~I concealed the ugliest shade of purple and pink bruise, covering the particular spot of my neck, above my collarbone where my pink mole lay.It is the biggest and darkest hickey he has given me. No matter how much I try to conceal it, it just won’t hide. And he had the audacity to demand that I show his proof of stupid possessiveness to the whole world.He has to understand that I don’t belong to him. How can I, when we are going to get divorced the day the baby comes into this world?And I am my own woman. No one owns me.I sighed and put the concealer down, then stood up to get dressed. I wonder what Ethan must be doing? When I told him that I would be going with him, that bastard smiled and asked to hug me. But of course I said no. We have to maintain distance, until his feelings for me die down.I wore the dress, new unreleased couture by Dior, a beautiful blush pink gown with intricate floral embellishment in ombre color. It was strapless and had a big bow sewn at t

Krystalina ~“With the amount of food you intake every day… you will be a balloon in no time… not that you are any fit now. I would give you my fitness trainer’s contact, you need to work out...”I bit my inner cheek, tears stinging my eyes. But I dared myself not to let them out, my throat tightened and I swallowed, once, twice, trying to push down the burn.I pushed the pasta bowl away, suddenly it felt like shameful proof about me. I decided to stick with the vegetable soup only.She is right. I can’t eat much, or I will become fat, and that means not looking pretty enough up to the standards of the Ashton family.The soup tasted like nothing. Bland. I took small bites of vegetables while slurping the liquid, my throat aching with humiliation. My appetite lost.I saw a familiar hand serving pasta on my plate and pushing it towards me. I glared at him. What is he trying to do? Didn’t he listen to his mother? I can’t get fat.“Body shaming isn’t allowed in my home. Please, everyone,

Krystalina ~He is silent.Not the cold silent but the 'silent'... silent. The kind of silent that makes me want to ask him if I did something wrong.Does he not believe me? Does he think that I also kissed Ethan? I don't know what has happened to him that he is so distant. I want my cold, grumpy husband back.Or maybe he regrets kissing and touching me. The thought made my heart clench with pain that I have never felt before.I don't know what is happening to me either. I have never felt this for anyone before. Not even Morgan. Morgan, he was just there, but Mr Ashton, he is consuming me.I get jealous when I see him with other women even though he does not even spare them a second glance. When he touches me, or even breathes in my direction, every pore of my body becomes alive.I never felt this way for anyone. I and Morgan barely had sex in those two years of relationship. He was always tired and, to be honest, I was glad that he used to be tired or whatever, because I never felt t

Ethan ~I watched as the soft tendrils fell in front of her eyes, and how swiftly she brushed them back. She looked so tender and delicate. The color of her skin matched with the baby pink top she was wearing. I don't know how my brother got this perfect woman. But I guess that fucker is lucky he always gets what he wants. But not this time. This time I will turn the table. Yes, the main reason behind being friendly with Krystalina was to hurt my brother through her. But with each passing day, the line for revenge blurred and something more fierce grew inside my chest. I have to have her. She has to be mine, my feelings for her are growing like fire in the wilderness. She should belong to me but that bastard of my brother got her first. But I know the truth of their marriage. It was not hard to find their so-called "contract marriage and surrogacy."Their marriage is fake. There is no love in between them, the one they pretend to have in front of our stupid family. She is here f

Krystalina ~“Mrs Ashton, don’t you dare to walk away from me.”He grabbed my arm in a tight grip, spinning me around to face him. I raised my hand and landed it across his cheek, hard and sharp.“Don’t you fucking dare to tell me what to do... you cheater.” I jabbed my finger against his chest before pushing him away.I didn’t realise that tears were slipping from my eyes. I was done with him and his mind games. I can’t do this anymore.I sat in the farthest corner of the limo, and he sat in the driver’s seat. Bumps after bumps came, but he didn’t slow down.So, now he is angry and driving. And I am scared, because I slapped him in front of the world. God, how can I be so stupid? Even after knowing what his reputation matters to him.Dread filled inside me. He is angry, I can feel it in my bones. But I don’t care, I am angry... to the point where I never want to see him again.The car stopped in front of the mansion. I opened the door hurriedly and got out, striding towards the mansi

Krystalina ~“Svetlana.”Her name rolled off his tongue, sweet and curt. He never took my name like that. Hell, he never called me by my name.He made a rule that we can't call each other by our first names. I watched him wrap his arms around her, leaving my waist.I gulped. Something burned inside me. I don't know why, but I didn't like the way she touched him and got the pleasure of being in his arms.She is beautiful, far older than me but still elegant and beautiful. She looked at me while still hugging my husband.Lover.So, they are lovers. That means they are having a sexual relationship. Maybe that's why he comes home late, because he has sex with another woman but cannot even touch me.He has forbidden me from thinking about another man, not that I want to think about other men, but it hurts badly to even think of this woman seeing him every day. She gets to touch him and I don't."You got her the famous Dior dress, Beckett... didn't know this side of yours existed. You are s