Novels by Pjay

It started with a faint sparking sound, followed by a loud crackling noise. The electrical box in the hallway had malfunctioned, and flames were now licking at the edges of the panel. At first, no one noticed the danger. But as the flames grew higher and the smoke began to spread, the maids and workers in the house sprang into action. "Fire!" someone shouted, panic rising in their voice. "The house is on fire!" The maids and workers dropped whatever they were doing and ran for the doors. They pushed and shoved each other, desperate to escape the inferno. One of the maids, a young woman named Sarah, was in the kitchen when the fire started. She was cooking dinner, and the smell of burning food filled the air. But as she turned to grab a towel to put out the flames, she saw that the fire was much bigger than she had thought. The kitchen was filling with smoke, and the heat was intense. Sarah knew she had to get out, fast. She dropped the towel and ran for the door, joining the thro

As sophia sat in her room, lost in thought, she heard a knock at the door. She looked up to see Marcus standing in the doorway, a serious expression on his face."Sophia, can I talk to you for a minute?" he asked, his voice firm but controlled.She nodded, feeling a sense of anxiety. What did Marcus want to talk to her about?Marcus walked into the room and closed the door behind him. He stood with his back against the door, his eyes fixed intently on her."Sophia, I want to apologize for what happened last night," he said, his voice low and even. "I know I lost control, and I'm sorry."She looked at him warily, unsure of what to make of his apology. Was he genuinely sorry, or was he just trying to manipulate her?"It's okay, Marcus," she said finally, trying to sound calm. "I know you were just trying to protect me."Marcus's eyes narrowed, his expression skeptical. "Protect you?" he repeated. "From what?"She hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But something about Marcus's expr

As Sophia stood in her room, trying to gather her thoughts, she heard the sound of the door opening. Marcus walked in, a sly smile spreading across his face."Good news, Sophia," he said, holding up a box of designer clothes. "I've got a special event to attend tonight, and I want you to be my guest."Sophia's eyes widened as she took in the sight of the expensive clothes and jewelry. But she knew she couldn't let Marcus win."I can’t and I won’t ," Sophia said, trying to sound firm.Marcus chuckled. "Oh, I think you'll want to reconsider," he said, his eyes glinting with menace. "You see, I have a little insurance policy to make sure you cooperate."Sophia's heart sank as Marcus pulled out a photo of her father. "If you don't do exactly as I say, I'll make sure your father is arrested and charged with fraud."Sophia felt a wave of fear wash over her. She knew she couldn't let Marcus hurt her father."Okay," Sophia said, trying to keep her voice steady. "I'll go."Marcus smiled, seemi

Sophia's heart skipped a beat as she waited, frozen in terror. She could feel her pulse racing through her veins, and her breath came in short, ragged gasps. The silence was oppressive, and Sophia felt like she was going to suffocate under the weight of her own fear. Just as she thought she couldn't take it anymore, the closet door creaked open. Sophia's eyes snapped open, and she found herself face to face with Marcus Thompson. His eyes narrowed as he gazed at her, his expression unreadable. "Oh Sophia,you seem to be enjoying yourself, hopping into closets huh?," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I see you're enjoying the accommodations." Sophia's heart sank as she realized she had been caught. She tried to speak, but her voice caught in her throat. Marcus chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Don't bother trying to escape, my house is fully guarded and in no time you would be caught. Sophia You're not going anywhere." He reached out and grabbed her arm, pul

Sophia sat alone in the dimly lit room, the silence oppressive and heavy. She felt like she had been locked in for what felt like an eternity, with no one to talk to but her own thoughts. As she sat on the edge of the bed, her body shook with sobs. She missed her freedom, her father, and her friends. But most of all, she missed her art. Sophia was an artist, and her paintings were her passion. She loved nothing more than losing herself in a world of color and creativity. But now,she was left with nothing but the memories. As she cried, Sophia's mind wandered back to her friend, Helen. They had grown up together, exploring the city and sharing their dreams. Helen had always been Sophia's confidante, her partner in crime, and her biggest supporter. But Helen was gone now, moved away to another city. Sophia felt a pang of loneliness and regret. She wished she could turn back time and spend more moments with her dear friend prior to her freedom hijack. As the tears continued

As she walked home from one of her numerous jobs on that crisp autumn evening, the streetlights casting long shadows behind her, Sophia jerkins couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched. She quickened her pace, her heels clicking on the pavement, but the sensation only intensified. Suddenly, a sleek black sedan swooped up beside her, and before she could react, the door swung open, and two burly men in suits dragged her inside. Sophia's screams were silenced by the soundproofing of the sedan as it sped away into the night. When the sedan finally stopped, Sophia was pulled out and led into a grand, opulent mansion with her face tied. She was deposited into a lavish bedroom, where a figure waited in the shadows. As the figure stepped forward, Sophia's eyes widened in shock. It was Marcus Thompson, the reclusive billionaire his piercing gaze and chiseled features illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. "Sophia, you're even more beautiful than I imagined," "o