Novels by Favy Beeee

Lena’s Pov I felt someone kissing my neck in the morning. I stood up from bed immediately only to see Ethan, with his hand sliding under the sheet because he had come home while I slept. He smelled like car air freshener and fast food. He grinned widely when I opened my eyes. "Surprise," he whispered and rolled on top of me playfully. "I drove all night because I missed you too much."I smiled weakly and wrapped my arms around his neck because guilt sat heavy in my stomach. "I missed you too," I said and kissed him quickly to hide my face. Noah's door stayed closed down the hall, and I prayed he heard nothing.Ethan pulled back and studied me closely. "Are you okay, babe?" he asked, brushing hair from my cheek. "You look tired.""I had bad sleep," I said and sat up slowly. "The weekend was quiet without you."He nodded and stood to unpack his bag. "Did Noah keep you company?" he asked loud enough for the hall.The door opened, and Noah stepped out in boxers, rubbing his eyes. "Mornin

Lena's Pov I woke up to Ethan loudly packing his bag in the bedroom. The sound of the zipper closing echoed as a finality. He quickly kissed my forehead and said that his mom needed him home for his sister's baby shower. "I'll be back Sunday night," he added as he grabbed his keys. "Be good, Lena. Love you.""Love you too," I responded softly, watching him leave the apartment without breakfast. The door clicked shut behind him, and the apartment then fell silent, aside from the steady hum of the refrigerator. Noah's door remained closed, and I decided to make coffee for myself because pretending everything was normal felt necessary.He came out around ten o’clock, wearing gym shorts and a faded T-shirt. His bed hair was tousled into a cute, messy look. "Is Ethan gone?" he asked, immediately pouring himself a cup of coffee without waiting for a reply."It's a family thing," I said, stirring sugar into my own coffee slowly. "So, it’ll just be us here until Sunday."He nodded once and l

Noah's Pov The next morning, Ethan was yelling on the phone in the living room about some project deadline at work. He paced, his coffee sloshing over the rim of the mug, and did not even notice Lena standing at the counter making toast. She wore one of his old shirts, and her hair stayed messy from sleep, but she smiled softly when she saw me come in. "Morning, Noah," she said quietly and slid a plate with toast toward me. "Butter or jam?""Butter," I said and took the plate because Ethan was still talking loudly about fonts and colors. Lena spread the butter thickly and handed it back without looking at him once.Ethan ended the call and grabbed his keys quickly. "Meeting moved up," he said and kissed Lena’s cheek quickly. "Cancel our lunch, i have to stay late."She nodded slowly and kept buttering her own toast. "Third time this week," she said calmly, but I heard the edge in her voice."Work pays the rent," he said and punched my shoulder on the way out. "Cover for me, Noah. Kee

Lena’s Pov I lay in Ethan's bed staring at the ceiling because sleep wouldn’t come even after he rolled over and started snoring softly. The clock glowed two fifteen and my mind kept replaying the way Noah looked at my sketchbook page earlier. Ethan had laughed it off but Noah's eyes stayed serious when he drew my hand, and I wondered if he saw more than lines on paper. I slipped out from under Ethan's arm, careful not to wake him, and pulled on his hoodie because the apartment stayed cold at night. My feet padded quietly down the hall to the kitchen for tea because chamomile always helped when thoughts raced.The light over the stove glowed low and Noah stood at the counter, pouring water into a mug. He wore sweatpants and no shirt, and his hair stuck up messy from sleep. He turned when he heard me and smiled small. "Can't sleep either," he asked softly and pushed a second mug toward me. "I started water for two just in case."I took the mug and wrapped both hands around it warm. "B

Noah’s Pov I dragged my last box up the three flights of stairs and dropped it in the living room of Ethan's new apartment. The place smelled like fresh paint and pizza boxes because we ordered two larges to celebrate moving day. Ethan grabbed the box from me and carried it to the spare room like it weighed nothing. "Your kingdom," he said and pushed the door open with his foot. "Bed is already made and the closet is half empty because I knew you would bring too many shoes."I laughed and followed him inside. "Only three pairs," I said and kicked off my sneakers to prove the point. "You said rent is cheap so I packed light."He set the box down and punched my shoulder gentle. "Best friend discount," he said and grinned wide. "Plus I need someone to eat the leftovers before they grow mold."We unpacked fast because Ethan hated clutter and I hated living out of boxes. He told me about his new job at the design firm downtown and how the boss already promoted him to lead on a small proje

Elena's PovI stood at the kitchen counter, slicing apples for Clara’s lunch while she sang a made-up song about a unicorn who loved peanut butter. The house smelled like cinnamon from the muffins Gabriel baked before work, and sunlight poured through the windows since we replaced all the heavy curtains with light ones a few months ago. Clara danced around my legs with Mr Fluff tucked under her arm, asking if she could have two muffins instead of one. I told her she could have one now and one after school if she finished her sandwich first. She agreed quickly and ran to the table where her backpack sat with a new drawing taped to the front.Gabriel walked in wearing his work shirt with the sleeves rolled up, kissed the top of my head, and stole a slice of apple. "Morning, wife," he said, leaning against the counter while I packed Clara’s lunch. "Did you sleep okay after that late client call?"I nodded and closed the lunchbox with a click. "The museum wants three more paintings restor

Isadora“So unbelievable,” I muttered to myself as I walked into the estate’s private bar.The place was quiet and empty. Just what I needed.I reached behind the counter and pulled down the first bottle I could see. Vodka. I grabbed a glass and poured a way more than a reasonable amount, then downed it like water.My throat burned. Good. I refilled. Again, and again.I rested my head against the cool marble of the counter, eyes closed, my head spinning slightly.I should’ve known. I should’ve seen it. And Viktor.Damn Viktor.“Putting things in my head,” I whispered again.I didn’t even hear the door swing open.“Isa?”I turned. Slowly.Talk about the devil. Viktor stood in the doorway. “I figured I’d find you here.”“You followed me?”“Not exactly. Heard the voices earlier. And then the slam.”“You heard us arguing?”He stepped closer. “The whole damn house nearly heard it.”I exhaled and turned back to the counter.“You okay?”I laughed bitterly. “Do I look okay?”He came closer an

Isadora“She said I what?”“You heard me,” I snapped. “She said you invited her.”He looked stunned. “I didn’t.”I folded my arms. “You’re gonna stand there and lie to my face?”“I’m not lying.”“She said it like it was nothing.”He stepped forward. “I swear to you, I didn’t invite her.”I scoffed. “You think I’m an idiot?”“No. Isa, come on.”I moved around him, pacing. “So let me get this straight— you didn’t invite her, and yet I overheard both of you in the hallway? That was your voice, Ivan. And hers. Talking.”His jaw flexed. “Okay. Yes. I spoke to her. She showed up and pulled me aside. I was caught off guard.”“Then why the hell did you lie when I asked who you were talking to? Why act like I was imagining things?”“Because I knew exactly how this would go!”“You mean I’d be pissed? Yeah, imagine that. Imagine being mad that the man I’m with is whispering in corners with a woman he used to fuck at my goddamn birthday.”“Isa—”“No, don’t ‘Isa’ me right now.”“I was trying to pr

Isadora“I swear, it was her,” I said, sliding into the booth beside Mariana. “Same woman from the salon.”Mariana turned to face me, brow raised. “The one that gave you that weird vibe and compliment?"I nodded. “Now it all clicks.”“What happened?”“She walked straight up to our table like she belonged there. Introduced herself as Elina Petrov.”Mariana blinked. “Petrov? That name sounds familiar.”I ignored that and kept going. “She acted all calm, like she was in charge. Said it was a shame how my birthday ended, insinuating that she was there."Mariana’s head tilted. “Wait. She was at the party?”I nodded slowly. “Yes she was, and I'm realising she was the voice I heard speaking with him at the bathroom. And guess what?"“What?”“She said Ivan invited her.”Mariana’s jaw went slack. “What?”I nodded again, trying to keep my voice steady. “I asked her who brought her. She smiled and said Ivan did. Like it was nothing.”“No way.”“That’s not even the worst part.”Mariana’s brows sh

I didn’t take my eyes off her. The woman, same black hair, same unsettling calm, walking toward me confidently. Poised.“Isadora,” she said smoothly. “We meet again.”I blinked. “You were at the salon.”“Among other places,” she replied, smile faint. She turned to Viktor. “Viktor.”“You are?” he asked politely, nodding."Elina."He paused for a moment, then cocked an eyebrow. "Petrov, the Elina Petrov?"“I suppose so,” she smirked, her eyes flicking back to me.“You two know each other?” I asked carefully.“Not personally,” Viktor replied. “She’s… been around.”“A pleasure,” she said, offering her hand.I shook it briefly, not missing the cold undertone in her voice. “Likewise.”“I’ll give you two a moment,” Viktor said, already backing away. Elina slid into the booth across from me, where Viktor had been.“You’re very pretty,” she said.I tilted my head. “What is this? A game?”“No games,” she said smoothly. “I just figured it was time we officially met and had a talk. Woman to woman

"You good?” Mariana asked again.I didn’t answer. She stared at the screen a second longer. “Do you wanna get out of here? Just clear your head?”“Where?”“Club. It’s not very busy tonight, I confirmed.”I didn’t respond right away, hesitating as thoughts of the image and the mysterious woman lingered.“Come on,” she said gently. “It’ll help.”I looked at the photo one more time, then locked my phone.“Yeah. Fine.”The music played low, more for ambiance than anything else. The club was half-lit, the bar glowing a soft blue, tables empty except for us and a few other people. We slid into a booth near the corner. Mariana ordered something non-alcoholic. But I hadn't touched my drink yet.“You sure you wanna sit here and drool?” she asked, sipping hers.I nodded, eyes on the glass in front of me.“Do you want me to stay?” she asked after a few seconds.I glanced at her. “It’s fine. I know you've got work to do."She hesitated. “Okay… just holler if you change your mind.”I gave a tiny n

A knock landed on the door. I didn’t move.“Isadora?” It was Mariana.I didn’t say anything.“Can I come in?”I sighed, still sitting on the edge of the bed. “Door’s open.”She walked in slowly, glancing around like she wasn’t sure if she belonged. Her hands were tucked nervously into the pockets of her jacket.“I heard about what happened downstairs,” she said gently.“Of course you did. Probably everyone in the house did.”She closed the door behind her and stepped in further. “I just wanted to check on you. You okay?”I let out a short, humorless laugh. “Define okay.”Mariana gave a small smile and walked over. “Can I sit?”I nodded, and she dropped onto the floor in front of me, legs crossed like a kid.“I saw Ivan in the hall. He didn’t say much.”“Yeah,” I muttered. “He never does.”“You wanna talk about it?”I stayed silent for a few seconds. Then it all just… spilled out. “I’m just tired,” I said. “So damn tired.”Mariana looked up at me. “Of what?”“Of everything. The chaos.