Novelas de Pjay

I spent the following morning trying to watch a cartoon series recommended by Netflix, as much as i loved to watch my cartoons, it didn’t sink in, I was staring at the screen with no sense of sight in me. By 8pm in the evening I prepared for the club my make up done, I didn't put on the little black dress this time. That was a costume for a different role,the brave artist, the woman holding it together. Tonight required something else. I pulled on a pair of red heels, short red denim skirtand a simple white silk tank top. I smudged a bit of concealer around my eyes, not to enhance them, but to cover them.I left my hair down, my signature blonde cloud now feeling less like a romantic feature and more like a veil, a bit of personal privacy in public. As soon as I arrived at the club, it was already pulsating with energy. The light cast a riot of colors across the crowded dance floor. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and perfume, The echo of conversation and laughter

My thumb slid across the screen, not to answer, but to send the call to a silence deeper than any voicemail. I powered the phone off. The world didn’t end. The pavement beneath my feet stayed solid. I took the third step, then the fourth and more. One minute I walked out of Alberth lounge then the next I was collapsing into the backseat of a pigoet, gasping for air. The taxi ride home was a blur of streetlights and a low hum of radio talk. I kept the phone off, a dead weight in my lap. The silence it represented felt like the only thing I controlled. Back in my apartment, the stillness was a physical presence. I toasted a slice of bread, forced down a few bites, the food tasting like ash. The act felt ridiculous, nourishing a body that housed a completely shattered spirit. But I did it anyways. The thought of Eleanor’s offer enveloped me,how she spoken, how she looked at me…I didn’t deserve any of this from both Austin and his mother,I thought of her last statement, “He

I could barely sleep through the night,I tossed and turned the whole night replaying every bit of Eleanor’s words Questions running freely through my mind. Every sane instinct screamed to turn down her request, to bury myself in blankets and block out the world. To heal or to shatter, in private. Meeting his mother was the last thing I should do. It was like walking into the lion’s den while still bleeding. But a sharper, more dangerous curiosity hooked into me. Austin had lied with smiles and kisses. His mother, I knew,never approved of me. So why is she asking to meet me? Especially now that she knows I am done with her son. I spent the whole morning trying to arrive at the best decision. At exactly 12pm, I got dressed,prepared to see Eleanor. I was not sure what to wear,so picked out a purple dress I had only worn once,didn’t do much on my face, at 1pm, I was on my way. "Take me to the Absinthe Lounge. On the outskirts.” I said as I hailed a taxi, my voice strangely

The screen glowed an unsaved number. The drop in my stomach was so violent it felt like falling from a tree. The warmth vanished, replaced by a wash of disappointment. it wasn’t him. He was probably still asleep, untroubled, or already charming someone new in his office. I was an idiot. “Hello?” My voice was like that of a stranger, rough with sleep and lost hope. "Ava Thompson?" A woman’s voice, bright, and professional, "This is Clara Vance from The Modernist Group. I am so sorry for the early call!" A client. A potential client, The words registered somewhere in the logical part of my brain, but they bounced off quickly to the cold hurt that filled every other part of me. She was talking about my latest art series, my Fragmented Light series. She was at the studio and She would love to pop in. My studio!, The word flashed image of canvases, the smell of colours, a version of myself with paint in hair and purpose in eyes. The ache in my chest pulsed, a reminder o

I stormed into the office building, my heels echoing on the polished marble floor. The scent of fresh coffee and polished leather smelled in the air, but it couldn't hide the taste of betrayal on my tongue. The receptionist's eyes widened as I slammed my palm onto the desk. "Where is he?” I asked, my voice low and commanding. The receptionist, a petite blonde haired woman with a sharp gaze, stammered, "I... I am s-sorry, ma, how may i ...” I leaned in, my voice dripping with annoyance. "That lying, cheating, son of a…” I spat out the words . "Tell me where Austin Rail is, or so help me...” My words hung in the air with the promise of an incoming chaos. I kicked off my heels, the soft thud of my feet on the cool floor an opposite to the anger growing inside of me. I picked up my shoes, my long hair dangling behind me. The whispers and gasps followed me, but I didn't care. I was a woman on a mission, fueled by fury and a broken heart. The elevator doors slid open, and I

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