Novels by PYJ

GABRIEL’S POVThe night air was warm, but the tension in my chest was colder than frostbite. My jaw clenched as I cornered Emilia near the buffet table, her smirk already lighting a fire in my gut."Do you think this is a game, Emilia?" I hissed, keeping my voice low enough to avoid causing a scene, "What were you thinking showing Kiera that text?"Her perfectly plucked brow arched, and she rested her hand on her hips, as if this was some casual chat about the weather, “Oh, Gabriel, don’t be so dramatic. I was simply reminding her where you and I stand.”“Where we stand?” My voice was a growl now, “We don’t stand anywhere. Whatever this is in your head, it’s over. Long over. Kiera means a lot to me, and I’m warning you, stay away from her!”Her lips twisted into a wicked smile, and her eyes gleamed like a predator who was about to devour her prey, “A warning? Is that supposed to scare me?” She purred, stepping closer.My fists clenched at my sides, “You don’t want to test me on this.”

KIERA’S POVThe backyard was a scene straight out of a lifestyle magazine, the kind that made you feel out of place even when you were supposed to belong. Strings of warm golden lights crisscrossed the vast open space, casting a dreamy glow over the manicured lawn. The pool shimmered under the soft lights, reflecting the flickering candles scattered around its edge. There were about ten people milling about, glasses of champagne in hand, laughter and soft chatter blending with the slow, romantic song drifting through hidden speakers. A long buffet table stood to the side, adorned with an assortment of decadent dishes, from fresh seafood towers to intricately decorated desserts, and enough expensive liquor to drown an army.Abuela’s absence was notable, though her reason had been clear: “This is for you young ones. I’m too old for all this.” That left me here, navigating this sea of unfamiliar faces and unspoken tensions on my own.I adjusted the deep emerald gown that clung to my curv

KIERA’S POVI stormed out of Emilia’s room, my heart pounding so loudly it drowned out every coherent thought in my head. My fists clenched as I marched through the hallway, each step a hammering echo of rage and humiliation. How dare she? How dare he? How dare both of them?My cheeks burned, a mix of fury and embarrassment coursing through me. The nerve of Gabriel, playing me for a fool while his ex strutted around here with her smug little smirk.I shoved the door to our room open with a force that made the hinges creak, and it slammed shut behind me with a deafening bang. Gabriel, lounging casually on the bed, looked up from his book, one brow arched in curiosity. He was so relaxed and it was infuriating."Are you done helping Emilia?" He asked, his tone neutral as he set the book aside.I let out a derisive laugh, rolling my eyes so hard it felt like they might get stuck, “I guess you meant to say, am I done helping your lover?”Gabriel’s expression shifted, confusion knitting his

KIERA’S POVI guess Emilia forgot her manners wherever the f*ck she came from, probably packed them in a box labeled “irrelevant” and tossed it into the Atlantic, because what full-grown woman, with thirty-two adult teeth and, I assume, a functioning brain, walks into someone else’s room without knocking? Her sudden arrival was like a thunderclap on a clear day, but it eased the storm between me and Gabriel. Maybe I should’ve been grateful. Whatever her intentions, she saved me from that unbearable look in Gabriel’s eyes.But was I grateful? Not exactly.“Well, her timing’s as sharp as her cheekbones,” I muttered inwardly, folding my arms as she leaned against the doorframe with a smirk that made me want to grab a chair and throw it."Am I interrupting something?" Emilia asked, her hand resting on her hips as a sly smile danced on her lips.Gabriel straightened his posture, a muscle in his jaw twitching to life. He opened his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it."No, Emilia," I said,

GABRIEL’S POVHer question landed like a blow I hadn’t braced for, sucking the air out of my lungs. I was silent and at loss for words not because I didn’t know what to say but because I was a bit disappointed.I turned to face Kiera fully, “No,” I said firmly, my voice steady.She tilted her head, her lips curving into a sardonic smile, “No?” She echoed, her tone light but cutting. “You don’t sound so sure, Gabriel.”I tightened my fists, the veins in my arms taut as I fought to keep my composure. Her defiance was infuriating, but it was also intoxicating.“Kiera,” I said, my voice dropping an octave, commanding her attention. I stepped forward, closing the distance she always seemed determined to create, “You think this is some kind of game?”She lifted her chin, her posture stiff, “Isn’t it?”The corner of my mouth twitched. She was pushing, testing the limits of my restraint, and I'd be damned if I let her use this as an excuse to distant herself from me. I reached out and grasped

KIERA’S POVWas it just me, or did someone else want to hurl Emilia straight into a volcano?Who the actual fuck does she think she is?I knew the moment I saw her waltz in, with her unbearable confidence, that something was off.Her name slid around in my head like oil in a frying pan, sizzling, hissing, and irritating. She laughed too loudly, like a hyena that drank too much champagne, flaunted her curves in that body-hugging red dress, and leaned into Gabriel like they shared some inside joke I wasn’t invited to? It made my skin itch.She was beautiful. Ugh. Of course, she was. With her full lips, legs for days, curves sculpted by the gods. But I could see it, the performance, the manipulation, the slow, venomous charm underneath it all. Was I being paranoid? Not at all, and I wasn't just making these up because I felt insanely jealous. But ofcourse, I was... so freaking jealous. No point lying to myself. I need to get some rest, Abuela… I’m totally worn out,” I said, letting out

VAL’S POVAgainst my better judgment, I pushed it open and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, and for a moment, I thought it was empty. Then I heard a sound, a soft moan followed by a deeper voice. My eyes adjusted to the dimness, and I saw Matteo kissing someone, and it wasn’t bitchy Gianna, it was a girl I'd never seen before. His hands were tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as their mouths moved together. I should have left immediately, I should have turned around and pretended I never saw anything. But I couldn't move. I just stood there, frozen, watching as my stepbrother cheated on his girlfriend with a complete stranger. Not like I give two fucks about Gianna.I guess he was so engrossed in his unholy act that he didn’t even notice me. After about a minute, Matteo pulled back slightly, and the moment his eyes landed on me, his entire body went rigid."You need to leave," he said to the girl, his voice tight with urgency."What?" She whined, trying to pull him back fo

VAL’S POVThe day was finally here, and I couldn't believe I allowed Ava to brainwash me into coming here. True, I needed an escape, but Kevin's birthday party? That's a recipe for disaster. The guy practically hates me now, and the party takes place at Kevin's house, which means there's no bouncer checking a list, no hired security separating me from potential humiliation. Just Kevin, his feelings, his friends, and whatever version of petty he'd cooked up since I turned him down."You look amazing," Ava said, adjusting the strap of my emerald green dress as we stood outside Kevin's front door. Music was already thumping from inside, and the house was illuminated with blue and purple party lights."If I get arrested for public indecency, I'm blaming you," I replied, tugging at the hem of the short dress. The slit was higher than I remembered."Please," she scoffed, "You look incredible. Every guy in there is going to be drooling over you. Including Kevin.""Especially Kevin," I mutter

VAL’S POVAva and I reluctantly strolled into the dining room, my eyes scanning the room as if I was looking for something I had misplaced.The grand chandelier overhead cast an eerie glow over the long mahogany table, where the fine china was meticulously placed as if it were a royal banquet.My mother sat poised at the head, her fingers elegantly wrapped around a crystal wine glass, a smile on her lips as she gestured for us to hurry.“Come quickly, girls,” she said, her grin so wide it became annoying.I could feel Dominic’s eyes on me before I could even think of sitting down. Heavy and assessing, yet, I didn’t dare look at him. Instead, I pulled out a chair beside Ava, but before I could sit— “Honey, sit next to Matteo,” my mother’s voice cut through the room.I froze, my spine snapping straight, “What?”Her smile didn't waver, but her eyes sharpened, "Next to your brother," she said, tilting her wine glass in Matteo's direction.Just kill me already, Mom!“He’s not my brother,”

VAL'S POVIn that moment, Matteo’s eyes locked on mine, and I saw something darker beneath all that cocky arrogance of his, something that pulled at my chest in a way I wasn’t prepared for, and just then, the dream flashed through my mind, making my blood run cold. Before I could overthink it, a car swerved in front of us, honking loudly. Matteo slammed the brakes so hard I thought my soul flew out of my body, both of us jolting forward like ragdolls. “Urghhh!!!” I screamed, tightening my hand around the seatbelt, as my eyes squeezed shut in fear. "Fucking idiot!" Matteo barked, leaning out the window to give the driver a middle finger. My heart was still pounding in my ears as I slowly opened my eyes. I unclenched my hands from the seatbelt and swallowed hard, while Matteo shot me a glance, his brows knitting together. "You okay?" He asked, quieter now, the rough edges had sanded down, as he rubbed his thumb against my cheeks. The concern in his eyes was something I hadn’t seen

VAL’S POV “Tell me you don’t want this,” he whispered, his voice a low growl, his fingers dragging slowly up my thigh until my breath hitched. I should’ve pushed him away, but my body was a frigging Judas, trembling as his palm pressed higher. My lips parted, but no words came out. Just a shaky exhale as he slid his thumb against the lace of my underwear. “God, Valeria…” he murmured, his forehead pressing against mine. “You drive me fucking insane.” I didn’t spare a minute, I clutched at his shirt, pulling him closer, desperate for more. “Say my name,” he demanded against my lips. “Matteo…” I whimpered. His answering groan tore straight through me, and the next thing I knew, his hand shoved my underwear aside. He dipped a finger into me slowly, as if he wanted me to beg for more, and damn did it work! I shamelessly clung to him, gasping. Every nerve lit alive as he worked me with slow, deliberate strokes that made my head spin. “You’re mine,” he rasped, kissing down my neck, b

BENJAMIN’S POV She froze for a second, then shook her head slowly, her lips grazing my cheek, sending shivers right down my spine, and I couldn’t help the grin tugging at my mouth. “Do you want to try one?” This time, she didn’t even hesitate, she spread her legs wider, her mouth shaping those two perfect filthy words "f*ck me" and God that sound nearly killed me. I’d been patient like a dog waiting for a bone, longing, imagining, aching, and now… now the bone was finally mine. “Come here,” I muttered, grabbing her waist and dragging her onto my lap as I dropped down on one of the stools. She straddled me instantly grinding her bare p*ssy against my d*ck again, coating me with her fluid and heat until I was almost losing my mind. My hand wrapped around her throat choking her slightly, while I licked her neck, tasting sweat and want, and her voice cracked when she moaned desperately, “I want you.” I gripped her ass with my other hand, fondling it, and when she couldn’t take it an