Novels by Pjay

The days turned into weeks, and Sophia and Marcus's relationship continued to blossom. They spent their days exploring the city, trying new things, and enjoying each other's company. Marcus surprised Sophia with a romantic getaway to a beautiful beachside resort. Sophia was thrilled, and she couldn't wait to spend some quality time with Marcus in a stunning setting. As they arrived at the resort, Sophia was blown away by the breathtaking views and luxurious amenities. She and Marcus spent their days lounging on the beach, exploring the local area, and enjoying each other's company. One evening, as they sat on the beach watching the sunset, Marcus turned to Sophia and said, "I love you." Sophia's heart As the sun dipped below the horizon, Marcus took Sophia's hand and led her to a secluded spot on the beach. The sound of the waves gently lapping against the shore created a soothing melody, and the stars were beginning to twinkle in the night sky. "Sophia," Marcus said, his

The rest of the week flew by in a whirlwind of fun and adventure for Sophia. She and Marcus spent their days exploring the city, laughing, and reminiscing about old times. They visited iconic landmarks, tried new restaurants, and strolled through parks, enjoying each other's company As they walked hand in hand, Sophia felt a sense of joy and contentment she hadn't experienced in a long time. Marcus was charming, attentive, and genuinely interested in getting to know her all over again. She loved the way he listened to her stories, his eyes sparkling with amusement, and the way he shared his own memories, his voice filled with warmth. One afternoon, they visited a local art museum, where Sophia spent hours admiring the artwork on display. Marcus patiently accompanied her, listening to her insights and sharing his own perspectives. As they stood in front of a beautiful painting, Marcus turned to her and said, "You know, I never really appreciated art until I met you. Tara had lov

Marcus's phone rang out loud, piercing through the silence of his bedroom and disturbing his sleep. He groggily opened his eyes, squinting in the direction of the phone. As he stretched his hand to reach for it, he felt a heavy weight on him. It was then that he remembered Sophia had spent the night with him. He turned his head, and his eyes landed on Sophia's peaceful face, her features soft and relaxed in sleep. Marcus's heart swelled with affection as he gazed at her. He gently lifted the arm that was draped over him, trying not to disturb her. As he finally managed to grab his phone, he saw that it was an important call from his assistant. He silenced the phone and placed it back on the nightstand, not wanting to disturb Sophia. Instead, he turned his attention back to her, taking in the beauty of her sleeping form. He smiled, feeling grateful for the unexpected turn of events that had led to her spending the night with him. Marcus leaned in, gently brushing a strand of ha

Marcus groaned, rubbing his temples as he struggled to get out of bed. He had been looking forward to the art auction all week, and now he was running late. He had meticulously planned every detail, from his tailored suit to his grand entrance, but it all seemed to be falling apart. As he stood up, a wave of dizziness washed over him, and he felt a surge of nausea. He wasn't sure if it was the stress of the past few days or something he had eaten, but he knew he couldn't afford to miss the auction. Not tonight, when Sophia's art piece was going to be showcased. Marcus took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart. He quickly got dressed, grabbed his keys, and headed out the door, hoping that he wouldn't be too late. The thought of Sophia waiting for him, unaware of his secret admiration, kept him going despite his discomfort. He just hoped he could pull himself together and make a good impression. Marcus pulled up to the art auction venue in the rented sleek, black lu

The art auction venue was a masterpiece in itself, with soaring ceilings and walls adorned with elegant drapes that filtered the light and cast a warm glow over the entire space. The floor was polished to a high shine, reflecting the soft illumination and adding a touch of sophistication to the atmosphere. The hall was filled with an assortment of beautifully crafted pedestals and display cases, each one showcasing a stunning piece of art. The arrangement was perfect, with each piece carefully placed to create a visually appealing flow that drew the eye from one masterpiece to the next. The lighting was subtle yet effective, highlighting the colors and textures of the artwork and creating an ambiance that was both refined and inviting. The overall effect was one of understated elegance, a perfect backdrop for the beautiful art pieces on display. As the guests mingled and admired the art, the soft hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses added to the sophisticated atmosphe

As Sophia walked into the office, she couldn't help but notice the curious glances from her colleagues. Some were whispering to each other, while others were staring at her with a mix of interest and admiration. Sophia felt a bit self conscious, wondering what was causing the sudden attention. She made her way to her workstation, trying to brush off the feeling of being under observation . As Sophia walked in she was greeted by a stunning bouquet of flowers on her desk. The vibrant colors and sweet fragrance immediately caught her attention. A small card attached to the bouquet read, "Wishing you all the best for the auction. Anonymous." Sophia's eyes widened in surprise as she scanned the office, wondering who could have sent such a beautiful gesture. Her colleagues seemed just as intrigued, whispering to each other and glancing at her with curiosity. She gently touched the petals of the flowers, feeling a mix of emotions. The anonymous gift added to the mystery and exciteme

The name hit me like a physical blow. Austin. My hand stiffened in Alex’s hand. I could tell he felt the shift in my posture,the way my face turned pale, the way my breath caught and held. He turned to look at me, confusion flickering across his features, then followed my gaze to the doorway. Austin stood there, his shadow revealed against the dim gallery lights. He looked the same. God, he always looked the same. That easy smile, those eyes that had once convinced me I was the center of his universe. He was dressed casually,dark jeans, a leather jacket, like he had just rolled in from somewhere important. “Alex, man, sorry I am late.” Austin stepped forward, already reaching out for a handshake. “The flight got delayed and then…” He stopped. His eyes landed on me. On my hand, still held in Alex's. On my face, which had gone pale. “Ava?” Austin's voice cracked.. He blinked, like he was trying to clear a hallucination. “What…how…” “You know each other?” Alex asked. His voic

I stood frozen in the doorway of my own exhibition room, the bangle in my hand suddenly feeling like a liability.“You have been looking for me?” The words came out breathless, smaller than I intended.Alex stepped closer, and the gallery lights caught the edges of his face, sharpening the angles of his jaw,which soften something in his expression. “For weeks,” he said simply. “You disappeared.”“I didn't disappear. I was…”“Painting?” He finished my sentence, and his lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. “Okay.”He held out one of the champagne glasses. I took it because my hands needed something to do, because standing in front of him empty handed felt too vulnerable, because I did’nt know what else to do with the way my heart was hammering against my ribs.“You knew,” I said. It was not a question.Alex leaned against the doorframe, close enough that I could smell whatever clean, woody scent clung to his jacket. Close enough that I had to tilt my chin up to hold

The days leading up to the exhibition passed so fast,I had sleepless night painting my final brushstrokes. At some point I stopped counting how many times I repainted the same corner of a canvas, stopped noticing when the sun came up or went down. The studio became my entire world,The newly painted twelve canvases were my priority. I didn't go back to the club. I didn't look for Alex. I told myself I was too busy, too focused, too close to something important to let myself get distracted by green eyes and gentle smiles. And maybe I was afraid, Afraid that finding him would mean facing the version of myself who ran away, Afraid that he wouldn't remember me or that he would. So I painted,I painted until my shoulders ached and my eyes hurt. I painted until the faces of Austin blurred into something distant. The night of the exhibition arrived with the kind of nervousness that made my dress cling to my skin before I even left the apartment. I stood in front of my mirror for too lo

The weeks that followed I found myself repeating a strange kind of routine.I would wake up before the sun, before my brain could remember why it hurt to be awake. I would make coffee that I didn’t taste and force down toasted bread that felt dry down my throat.Then I would grab my bag and walk to the studio before I could talk myself out of it.The studio became my shelter. I needed to make Clara Vance work.Twelve canvases waited for me, blank and patient. They didn't care about my broken heart. They didn't care that I hadn't slept or that I had cried in the shower that morning until the water ran cold. They just sat there, white and expectant, waiting for me to turn my pain into something they could wear.And I did.I painted Austin.Not his face exactly. Something more honest than that. I painted his absence. I painted the way the light looked different after he left me. I painted the sound of a phone that doesn't ring. I painted the weight of words I never got to say.One canvas

At exactly 2:00pm I left the restaurant, the taxi dropped me off outside my building. I walked up the stairs slowly. Each step felt harder than the one before. When I got inside, I dropped my bag by the door and kicked off my shoes. I left them right there.The apartment was too quiet,too empty, the Sunlight came through the windows and lit up dust floating in the air. I stood in the middle of the living room with my arms wrapped around myself,I suddenly felt cold.Twelve new pieces in three weeks. The words kept repeating in my head.I went to my bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. The sheets were still messy from the morning.I don't remember getting my phone out of my bag, but it was in my hand. My thumb scrolled through my contacts. A…..And there he was.Austin.I stared at his name. The same name that had been in my phone for two years. The same name that sent me good morning texts and funny memes and late night voice messages saying he couldn't wait to see me.The same name

My phone rang, slicing through the heavy silence between us. I almost jumped at the sound. Alex was still watching me with those patient green eyes, waiting for my answer about letting him drive me home, and I felt like a cornered animal searching for an escape. I glanced at the screen. Clara Vance. My heart stopped. The woman whose meeting I had cancelled on weeks ago. The woman who had shown up at my studio unannounced last week, wanting to see my fragmented series. I had told her I was sick and had a doctor’s appointment The truth was simpler and more pathetic: I was heartbroken. "Hello?" My voice came out smaller than I intended. "Ava. Good morning." Clara's voice was sharp, audible, exactly as I remembered. "I hope I am not calling too early." "Not at all." I could feel Alex's gaze on me, polite but present. I turned slightly, giving myself the illusion of privacy. "The meeting is today” "Yes, I would like to see the fragmented series and also …… discuss a proposal. "T