Novels by CJ Fantasies

{Martha's POV}After Hendrix placed the last of my bags inside, he gave me a nod before stepping out, leaving me alone in the small apartment that now felt like a prison cell.The silence was suffocating.I raked my fingers through my hair, pulling it into a ponytail before forcing myself to move. The closet stood empty in the corner of the room, a hollow reminder that I had to start over. One by one, I picked up my clothes and hung them neatly, trying to create some sense of order in the chaos of my life.This was my mistake, and I intended to sit in it, wallow in it, until somehow, things bounced back to normal.I was about to hang a pink polo shirt when a sharp knock on the door made me pause.I frowned. Who would come here?I hadn’t told anyone about this place except Carolina, and maybe Mrs. Evans had found out and come to check on me.Dropping the shirt back into the bag, I walked out of the bedroom and toward the door, my heart beating a little faster.But when I opened it, my

{Martha's POV}Nathan stood up, but he didn't look in my direction. It was obvious he was trying to avoid eye contact with me."I'm not cutting things off with you," he said, his voice steady but cold. "I just don't want you around me."His words struck like a dagger to my chest. My breath hitched as panic set in."No, don't do this to me," I sobbed, shaking my head. "I know it's my fault. I should have told you earlier. I should have... told you I'm Martha Stewart."Nathan's head snapped toward me, his brows furrowing in anger. His jaw clenched, the muscle ticking as he processed my words."I still don't understand why you lied to me," he said, his tone sharp. "Even if you had told me about your past, I wouldn't have judged you for it."I tried stepping closer, reaching for him, but he stepped away as if my touch burned him."I would have helped you," he continued, voice thick with frustration. "I could have gotten you a lawyer, investigated the case, fought for you." He raked a hand

{Martha's POV}Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. "Of course, I do," I whispered. "More than anything.""Then trust me on this," Mrs. Evans said gently. "Give him time, just tonight. Tomorrow morning, I will speak to him. And when the time is right, you will explain everything to him, properly."I inhaled shakily, nodding, even though uncertainty clamped around my chest like a vice.Mrs. Evans turned toward the laundry room and called out, "Carolina!"A moment later, Carolina appeared from the side door, wiping her hands on her apron. "Yes, ma’am?""Prepare the guest room for me," Mrs. Evans instructed. "I'm staying the night."Carolina’s gaze flickered between us before she nodded and hurried away.I wiped my damp cheeks, feeling both relieved and anxious. The fact that Mrs. Evans had decided to stay made me feel a little more at ease. I took in a deep breath, my heartbeat gradually slowing.Mrs. Evans gave me a reassuring look. "You need to rest, dear. You look like you’ve bee

{Martha's POV}The moment I thought of calling Mrs. Evans, I should have known it wasn’t the best idea. Especially when I was the one at fault. But I had no other option, I was desperate.Nathan wouldn’t listen to me, wouldn’t even look at me. Each passing minute felt like my heart was breaking into pieces, the weight of it pressing against my chest so hard I could barely breathe.Mrs. Evans didn’t waste a second. She arrived at Nathan’s mansion in record time, rushing inside to find me sitting on the couch, looking as though I had run barefoot for miles. My body felt drained, my mind racing through all the ways this night had gone wrong.She hurried toward me, her face laced with concern. “Martha, what happened?” she asked, her voice both firm and gentle. “Please, be honest with me. Don’t hide anything. Where’s Nathan?”“He’s in his room,” I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper. “He won’t talk to me… or anyone.”Mrs. Evans sighed and lowered herself onto the couch beside me. “It’

{Martha’s POV}“My love, it's not what you think,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper as I stepped closer to Nathan. My throat felt tight, my breath shallow. Panic clawed at my chest, my mind scrambling for the right words.Nathan’s face was stone, his expression unreadable, but the storm brewing in his eyes sent ice through my veins.“How long have you been doing this?” His voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. He took a step back, as if the mere sight of me was unbearable. “How long have you been sleeping with my cousin’s husband?”I gasped, shaking my head as tears welled up and spilled down my cheeks. “I swear, I didn’t sleep with him. I only went there—”The words choked in my throat. Tell him the truth, Martha. But how? How could I explain that I had risked everything for a document, for a desperate attempt to reclaim what was stolen from me? Would he even believe me?Nathan let out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head. “You expect me to believe that?”“

{Martha’s POV}The moment I slid into the backseat of the cab, I inhaled deeply, trying to steady my erratic heartbeat. As I exhaled, the weight of my failure settled over me like a thick, suffocating fog. With a heavy sigh, I dropped my purse beside me and ran a shaky hand through my hair, fighting the urge to scream.It had all been for nothing.The documents weren’t where I thought they’d be. Worse, I had almost gotten caught by Peter. The thought of his piercing gaze, the way he studied me as if he knew exactly what I was up to, sent another wave of panic through me.“Shit.”I slammed my fist against the worn leather seat, the sudden impact startling the driver enough that he glanced at me in the rearview mirror.“Are you okay, ma’am?” His voice was cautious, his eyes flickering to mine before returning to the road.I forced a weak smile, brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear, though my fingers trembled slightly. “I’m fine. Just having a shitty day.”The driver hummed in r

~Three Years Later~"Mommy, do we have to leave now?" The little boy beside me whined, his bottom lip protruding in a pout, his blue eyes shimmering with unshed tears. He turned to look back at our apartment one last time, his gaze heavy with the weight of his sadness.I crouched to his level, brushing a soft curl from his forehead. “Jace, sweetheart,” I murmured, cupping his small face in my hands. “We’re not leaving forever. We’re just going on a trip, okay? Mommy has something important to do in New York.”His tiny fingers clutched the hem of my coat. “But I don’t want to go. I like it here.”I sighed, my heart squeezing. “I know, baby. But I promise, we’ll come back soon.”He sniffled, but nodded reluctantly. I pressed a kiss to his forehead before standing and taking his hand. “Come on, our flight won’t wait for us.”As we climbed into the sleek black car waiting outside, my phone rang. The name flashing on the screen made me smile. “Hey, Vera.”“Hey, boss lady,” she teased, the

“I knew Raya was a witch, but Edward?” Vera groaned, shaking her head as we settled onto her couch. “I’m totally disappointed.”I sighed deeply, running my fingers through my tangled hair. The exhaustion in my body felt like it had seeped into my bones. I rested my head against the armrest, staring blankly at the ceiling. “I gave them the satisfaction of hurting me before, but not anymore,” I said, trying to sound strong. But my body betrayed me—I felt hollow, drained.Vera’s expression softened with sympathy. “I’m glad you divorced him.”I let out a bitter chuckle. “Me too. But why does it still feel like I lost?”Vera shifted closer and took my hand in hers. “Because you invested everything into that marriage, Juliet. You loved him. You trusted him. And they broke you in the worst way possible.” Her voice was gentle, yet firm. “But you’re not lost. You’re free.”I nodded slowly, but the tight knot in my stomach wouldn’t ease. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Edward’s cold expressi

The next morning, I woke up early and packed my things, Edward hadn’t come home after last night’s events, I was sure he had gone straight to Raya. But I didn’t care anymore. She was the one he had loved from the beginning, and I had only ever been an obstacle in their way.As I dragged my suitcases down the stairs, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I stopped to check it, and my heart clenched when I saw the message from Raya.{I hope you liked what you saw yesterday. Edward is mine. He has always been mine. If you know what’s best for you, leave him.}I scoffed. The audacity of her telling me to leave Edward, as if she had the power to dictate my choices. If only she knew… I didn’t give her message a second thought before shoving my phone back into my pocket.My only hope was that Edward would show up at the courthouse. And I knew he would. He understood the consequences, if he didn’t, I would release the video of him and Raya. That would be enough to shatter both their reputations.Just

"Raya," he scoffed, his gaze dropping to the divorce papers that had fallen at his feet. "So this is all about her?"He ran a frustrated hand through his raven-black hair before stepping closer to me, his presence suffocating. "I've told you several times, I had nothing to do with Raya. I haven't seen her since we got married."The world around me seemed to spin, my breath hitching in my throat. His words cut through me like a blade, not because they were unexpected, but because of how easily he lied. My legs felt weak, and for a brief moment, I thought I might collapse under the weight of it all.He had no idea.He didn’t know that I had seen him with Raya. He didn’t know that my mother had orchestrated the entire situation so flawlessly that he never suspected he would be caught.I clenched my fists, pressing them tightly against my chest in an attempt to hold myself together. "Then who is this?" I asked, my voice strained but firm.I lifted my phone, the screen glowing in the dim r

"Urgh... Edward... Arghh, please... fuck me harder... I'm all yours."Raya’s voice echoed through the walls, her moans blending with the rhythmic squeaking of the bed. My breath caught in my throat, my body locking in place as I stood at the doorway, unable to look away.The moment my mother called after three years of silence, pretending to care, I should have sensed there was an ulterior motive. When she mentioned my step-sister had an accident and urged me to check on her, I should have known it was a lie.But nothing could have prepared me for this.My body went numb, all the blood rushing to my feet, leaving me hollow. I stood just a few feet away from the room, with the door wide open enough for me to see my husband, the man I had given five years of my life loving and supporting holding onto my step-sister waist as he slammed into her harder.“Yes, fuck me,” Raya moaned louder, her voice slicing through my skull like a jagged arrow. A silent sob built in my chest, but when I op

Varg’s POV“Daddy, Mommy said we’re leaving,” Moon’s tiny voice chimed as she padded across the living room, her soft curls bouncing with each step.I smiled down at her, reaching out to lift her onto my lap. She curled against my chest, her warmth settling something deep inside me.“Yes, sweetheart,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “We’re going to the Moon Pack, where your mommy came from.”Bethany entered the room, pushing her father’s wheelchair, her expression composed yet tinged with something unspoken. She settled onto the couch across from me, her eyes steady as she met mine.“Varg,” Tommy said with quiet certainty, “I know you’re going to be a great leader. It’s always been in you, and I’m glad you finally get to step into that role.”I exhaled, a slow, relieved breath. “I just hope things turn out right from now on,” I admitted. The weight of responsibility was still settling over me, but with Thanos gone, the darkness that had loomed over us for so long h

Lyra’s POVA deep voice swept into my subconscious, pulling me from the edge of sleep. I turned the other way, but the cold seeped deeper into my body. My arms wrapped tightly around myself, but it did little to stop the shivers racking through me.I knew I should get up and go to the room, but I couldn't, not when I knew Varg wasn’t there. The bed would feel just as cold, just as empty.A familiar warmth surrounded me suddenly, strong arms lifting me effortlessly. Before I could fully wake, my body was cradled against a solid chest, and a familiar scent wrapped around me like a shield against the cold.My eyes snapped open. “Varg?“He didn't offer a word and carried me down the hallway, his grip firm but careful, his expression unreadable. I let my head rest against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear.When we reached the bedroom, Varg placed me gently on the bed and pulled the blankets over me, tucking them securely around my shoulders.The warm

Lyra’s POV"Bethany… Bethany," I called softly, reaching out to touch her shoulder. But she didn’t flinch. She remained still, lost in her thoughts, her numbness beginning to frighten me."It’s okay," I whispered, kneeling beside her. "Please, let’s go inside before you catch a cold."She lifted her head slowly, her eyes filled with unspeakable pain, but she didn’t move."Please listen to me, Bethany," I pleaded. "I don’t want you getting sick, for your sake and for the baby’s."Her gaze flickered at me for a moment before lowering to the ground. She had been sitting in the exact spot where Lucian had fallen, even though his body was no longer there."Lyra, I don’t think I can survive this," she murmured, her voice fragile, her tears sliding down her pale cheeks. "Why did Lucian had to leave me now that we were planning of getting married?"If only I had an answer. If only I could give her the comfort she so desperately needed. But I couldn’t. I didn’t even have it for myself.Ever si

Varg's POV The urgency in Jacob’s voice sent a sharp prickle down my spine. Something was definitely wrong, but I couldn’t quite place what it was. Maybe Jacob had figured out who the traitor was and needed me there before delivering punishment.“What’s the problem?” Tommy asked, noticing the worried expression on my face.“Just got a call from Jacob. I need to return to the mansion,” I replied absentmindedly, my voice sounding hollow.“Then you have to go. Don’t worry, you can visit whenever you want. And don’t forget what we discussed.” Tommy gave me an encouraging look, but it barely registered in my mind.I glanced at my phone, staring at the multiple missed calls from Lyra. A strange feeling crept up my spine, but I brushed it off.I stood up. “Thanks for your time, Tommy. I understand if you don’t want Lucian to know where you are. But it would really be nice if he knew.”“I’ll tell him when all this is over,” Bethany said as she walked in, handing Tommy a tea mug. “But for now

Lyra’s POVThanos’s voice slithered through my mind like a snake, his words sharp and taunting."Oh, this is exactly what I wanted."His laughter echoed through my head, sending a shiver down my spine. I had never truly tried using the mind link before, not like this. But now, in this moment, it felt like he was inside my head, his presence pressing against my thoughts like a dark cloud."I’ve got you where I wanted, and now you can’t run away from me."A snarl ripped through my throat, my teeth clashing together in a vicious warning. My wolf burned with rage, ready to lunge, but before I could move, a massive force crashed into me from behind.I barely had time to register the weight before I was slammed into the ground, my breath knocked from my lungs. The world spun, dirt and leaves sticking to my fur as a heavy body pinned me down.A deep growl rumbled above me as I realized it was Harold in his wolf form.I thrashed, my claws digging into the ground as I tried to buck him off, bu

Lyra’s POVBile rose in my throat as I stood frozen at the sight before me. Thanos stood tall, his presence menacing, flanked by five wolves with eyes that glowed in the dim moonlight. He was toying with us, drawing this out, knowing full well that Lucian was alone and outnumbered.Lucian held his ground, his jaw clenched, but I could sense his unease. He was strong, but against Thanos and five of his wolves? He wouldn't last.I needed to do something.My gaze darted around the living room, searching for my phone. It lay on the couch, its screen reflecting the dim glow of the chandelier above. I rushed over, snatching it up, and quickly dialed Varg’s number.It rang, a breath of relief left me. If Varg could get here in time, we had a chance. But then it went into voicemail.I cursed under my breath and tried again. Once, twice, three times, nothing.My fingers tightened around the phone before I hurled it onto the couch in frustration. My mind spun, searching for another plan, anothe