Novels by PYJ

BENJAMIN’S POVI stayed by the poolside for what felt like forever, sprawled out on one of the lounge beds, staring at the stars but not really seeing them, my head spinning with flashes of everything that had happened, every moan, every touch, the way April’s lips tasted, her arousal, the way Anna’s eyes burned into mine, the way I wanted all of it at once and still wanted more, and, I didn’t even realize how much time had gone by until I checked my phone.As I dragged myself back inside the mansion, the house had fallen into a hush, every laugh and clink of glasses were long gone, swallowed by the quiet of bedrooms and soft snores drifting through the walls. Everyone had retired to their rooms, and I turned off the lights downstairs, lifting my legs up the stairs one at a time, feeling my own body heavy and restless, until I pushed into the room.****The house was dead quiet when I opened my eyes. The kind that makes you think twice about breathing too loud. I reached for my phone,

BENJAMIN’S POVI nearly tripped over my own feet, because right there, Anna and April were completely naked. Their bikinis, tossed carelessly on the tiles at the far side of the pool area.April lay flat on her back, knees bent, legs spread so wide, while Anna sprawled in between April’s legs. Her fingers parted April’s slick folds as she stroked April’s cl*t from bottom to top with a maddening rhythm, gently increasing the pressure. April’s head eyes rolled back, her lips parting as she moaned louder than she probably realized.Suddenly, Anna dipped two fingers into April’s mouth, muffling her cries, as April sucked on them softly. Anna’s eyes blazed with hunger as she finally slid a finger into April’s moist p*ssy.My brain short-circuited. These two had been acting off since the game, exchanging weird glances, sneaky touches, but never in a million years did I think they’d end up here. That mere five minutes left them hungry for each other, desperately wanting more.I hid in the sh

BENJAMIN’S POVClara and I had already decided that we were done playing fair, and it was time to bend the game our way. This time, I was going to lose, come what may. I desperately needed this.It took a full minute for Cindy and Freddie to finally finish their heated little session, and the moment the next round was about to start, I shifted my attention back to the table, my pulse steadying as my plan began to take shape.Under the table, I tapped Clara’s foot lightly. This was our moment to twist the game. The trick was simple: make it look natural and effortless, like it was pure chance.To cover my tracks, I reached for the bottle of wine resting on the table and tilted it toward my cup, pretending to pour, keeping my movements deliberately slow, my expression relaxed.The instant the game began, I set my cup down with a reluctant clink, stretching my arm lazily toward the spoons, moving with calculated hesitation. My eyes darted across the table, quick and precise, making sure

BENJAMIN’S POV“Fine, I’m in,” Cindy declared, her tone sharp enough to cut glass, eyes spiking straight at Anna.“Shouldn’t we get more covered up?” Beatrice asked, her voice tinged with concern, though her gaze betrayed something else entirely.Since we were in a beach house, no one really cared about getting dressed. The girls had their bikinis on, and us guys were bare-chested in just our shorts.Clara giggled coyly, scanning everyone’s expressions, “Alright, everyone, change of plans,” she announced, “I’ve got a new twist for this game.”I arched a brow, bracing myself for whatever insanity was about to unfold.“Instead of stripping, the loser of each round gets blindfolded,” she continued, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Then everyone else switches seats, and anyone the loser points at… has to make out with them for five minutes. It could be less than five minutes, but five minutes is the max. The game has no rules, no boundaries!”I nearly choked on my wine, “You’re insane,” I s

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

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,