Novels by PYJ

BENJAMIN’S POVWhat the actual fuck was Clara thinking bringing Anna here?I mean, seriously, where the hell did Clara even find her? Can’t a man have one goddamn weekend without a full-blown emotional ambush?My fingers curled so tightly around the steering wheel that I nearly punched a hole through it. My knuckles were bone-white, my jaw, locked. I was this close to either driving the hell out of there or pulling over somewhere to meditate on a hilltop like some bald monk. Hell, even downward dog sounded more appealing than enduring the weekend in Anna’s presence.I parked, shoved my door open, and erupted from the car like a man on fire.“Finally, the king is here! Let’s move out, people!” Anthony shouted, his arms flailing.I forced a smirk and shot him a middle finger without slowing down, my eyes locked on the traitor herself—Clara.She was standing there, pretending to be all innocent, twirling her hair around her finger.Without delay, I stormed up to her, dragging her by her

BENJAMIN’S POVCindy left the science lab first, and I waited a few minutes before following. It wasn’t because I cared what people thought, but I couldn’t risk ruining whatever shred of a chance I had left with Beatrice.When I walked into the class, Mr. Finnick was gone, and Anthony had that ridiculous grin on his face like he knew what had just gone down.“Yo, bro, where the hell were you?” He asked, grinning as he tapped his pen against the table.I didn’t need to respond to him, since his eyes darted toward Cindy and back at me mischievously. “You’re so bad.. bro,” he giggled.“Where’s Finnick?” I countered, sliding into my seat.“He just gave us a stupid assignment and dipped. So you’re good,” Anthony assured.Then, before I could even process that, he turned around and called out, “Clara, Bea, get over here I’ve got an idea.”Clara walked over, all sass and curious, and Beatrice followed behind her like she wasn’t just avoiding me all week.“So hear me out,” Anthony began like

BENJAMIN’S POVIt’s been two whole weeks. Fourteen straight days of silence.No texts, no accidental touches, no side glances, nothing.It’s like nothing ever happened between Beatrice and me. Like her mouth hadn’t devoured mine, and she didn’t fill me with the need to want her desperately. I haven’t been able to think straight, my mind has been a jumbled mess of catastrophe.Now, she acted like I was invisible.Sure, I saw her alone around campus. Once by her locker, once at the vending machine, once walking alone in the parking lot. But every time I got the courage to approach her, she’d remember she needed to be somewhere else. It was always, “Oh! I left my book,” or “Sh*t, I’m late for class,” or she’d just fake a phone call and dip.Each time, I stood there like a f*cking idiot, left holding my guilt and my hard-on memories.And don’t even get me started on Anthony. Every time he called me “bro” or slapped my back or laughed at one of my lame jokes, it felt like being stabbed wit

BENJAMIN’S POVThe sight of her fountain of pleasure made my dick throb like it had its own heartbeat, and I nearly blacked out.Then, it hit me like lightning—this wasn’t an accident. This was a f*cking invitation, and I was dangerously close to RSVPing.Beatrice had been on my mind from the first day I laid eyes on her. She moved to the city with her dad three years ago, and it was love at first sight the moment she walked into the class. But I was too nervous to approach her, but not Anthony. He played his gentleman card perfectly and landed Beatrice. As much as it kills me to know that I can’t have her, I respected her relationship with Anthony, and accepted my fate as the sore coward who she will never see as anything more than a friend, well until now.After grabbing the bottle of coke, she settled back into the sofa.Suddenly, she passed me the bottle of coke and whispered, “Help me,” her voice was soft, sweet and deadly.I blinked sharply, my eyes doubling in size, “Me? You wa

BENJAMIN’S POVThe moment the final school bell rang, we found ourselves outside. Correct me if I’m wrong, but no one gives a f*ck about school, but it’s the sweet chaos around it that makes it worth showing up for —the girls, the games, the parties, and not to mention the amazing high school friends.Speaking of friends, my best friend was leaning on his car, kissing his girlfriend. That’s right, it was totally normal in Easton. At a point, I was starting to wonder if the school was turning into an experimental place for horny young adults because, no joke, everyone was hooking up like rabbits in heat. Hallways, lockers, stairwells, you name it.And no, I’m not gonna omit myself, because I might actually be leading the chart when it comes to that. Well, it isn’t my fault that I’m so hot and every girl wants a piece of me, and Daddy is ever so generous.“I’ll see you guys later tonight?” Anthony asked, leaning on his car and sucking Beatrice’s lips.“Shit!”I muttered, “I totally lost

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 jaw tightening. He opened his mouth to answer, but I cut him off.“No, Emilia,” I said, brushing my hair behind my ear

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 disappointed.I turned to face Kiera fully, my chest tightening with a mix of anger and disbelief. “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 clenched 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 defiant. “Isn’t it?”The corner of my mouth twitched. She was testing me, and I wasn’t about to fail. Grasping her arm, not roughly, but enough to show I wasn’t le

KIERA’S POVWas it just me, or did someone else want to hurl Emilia straight into a volcano?Who the actual fuck did she think she was?I knew the moment I saw her waltz in, like she owned the damn air around her, 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 crawl.She was beautiful. Ugh. Of course, she was. 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 the f

ELISE’S POVThe crash thundered through the house, splitting the air like a gunshot. Abruptly, I whipped my head toward Miguel.“Stay here,” he commanded, reaching for a pair of pants, but I was already moving toward the door, my curiosity outweighing his authority.“Elise!” He growled, pulling up his pants in one swift motion as he stalked after me.We reached the staircase together, and my eyes tripled in size as I saw Freya, crumpled at the bottom of the stairs, her face pale as moonlight.The staff circled her, frozen in panic, their hushed whispers filling the air like the buzz of bees.Miguel’s entire demeanor shifted. He went from simmering frustration to cold, calculating focus. Without a word, he pushed past me and descended the stairs two at a time. I followed, my heart racing as unease clawed at me.“What the hell happened?” His voice was sharp, cutting through the murmur like a blade.“She... she tripped, sir,” one of the maids stammered, her voice shaking. “She was coming

MIGUEL’S POVThe road stretched endlessly before me, its smooth asphalt glowing faintly in the pale morning sun. The car’s engine hummed steadily, but inside my head, the roar of yesterday’s chaos hadn’t subsided. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, the leather creaking under my fingers as I replayed the events of the last 24 hours.It had started like any other day—business meetings, numbers, the usual grind. Then Diego’s frantic call interrupted everything: "Boss, the warehouse is on fire!" I hadn’t even let him finish before slamming the phone down and rushing out of the boardroom.By the time I arrived, flames had consumed the warehouse’s entrance. My heart pounded in tandem with the crackling inferno as I directed the men to douse the fire. Thankfully, the damage wasn’t as severe as it could’ve been. Still, the stench of smoke and burned wood clung to me like a second skin.After the fire was extinguished, I gathered my men, my glare sharp enough to cut steel.“What the he

ABUELA’S POVThe first thing I became aware of was the dull, insistent throbbing in my head, followed by the faint murmur of voices, hushed yet urgent. My body felt like it had been weighed down with stones, each limb sluggish and aching. A soft groan escaped my lips as a wave of confusion clouded my thoughts. What on earth had happened to me?Memories wavered at the edge of my consciousness, fragmented and disjointed. One moment, I had been walking to my room, and then—sharp, searing pain, like a knife driving into my temple. After that, there was only darkness.My eyelids felt impossibly heavy, but I forced them open, blinking against the golden light spilling through the curtains. The world came into focus in a haze of soft morning glow, and the first thing I saw were two pairs of eyes, filled with an emotion I couldn’t quite place—fear, relief, something deeper. Kiera’s gaze shimmered with unshed tears, her lips parted as if she had been mid-prayer. Gabriel’s was darker, stormier,