Novels by CJ Fantasies

{Nathan's POV}"Mrs. Carlos, how are you feeling today?" I asked, as I walked into the ward and made my way towards the patient bed side. She raised her hand slightly, as if to get a better view of my face, though her expression was hard to read with the bandages wrapped around most of her face. Only her eyes, nostrils, and mouth were visible. It had been three days since her facelift and rhinoplasty surgery. I knew the recovery process was painful, healing could take weeks, but she was pushing through."I'm fine," she murmured, her voice muffled by the bandages. "Feeling like a sixteen-year-old already." She managed a small, thumbs-up at me.I chuckled. "Of course, Mrs. Carlos. You’ll be breaking the internet with your new look in no time." Moving closer, I carefully inspected the bandages. "I hope the pain isn’t too bad anymore?"She shifted her hand to rest gently on the pillow, her gaze fixed on the ceiling. "Just a little fuzzy. It’s nothing compared to when the anesthesia wore

{Martha's POV}I walked towards the elevator in haste, my gaze drifting to the watch on my wrist. I was late, so fucking late, for the meeting I had set to finalize the investment deal.Cherie walked in haste to meet up with me, her brows furrowed and her lips slightly parted as though she wanted to speak but she didn'speak, anything.I could feel her tension, matching my own, though neither of us was to blame for our tardiness. How could we have predicted the car would break down in the middle of the highway? The wait for help had taken longer than expected, and now, here we were.The elevator door slid closed, and I took a relaxing breath, brushing my hand against my hair. As I waited patiently, staring at the metallic door, my thoughts ran an extra mile.This wasn't good, and the fact that it would leave a bad reputation in the minds of the investors didn't make things easier for me.The moment the door slid open, I rushed out again, walking down the hallway towards the conference

{Nathan's POV}I watched as her body hit the water, her arms flailing and splashing waves around her as she desperately tried to stay afloat. Her movements were frantic, her breaths quick and shallow.“Nathan! I... I can't swim!” she called with slight laugh but quickly faded as her voice tinged with panic. She lifted her head above the water to catch a breath. “Why did you do that?”A smile tugged at my lips despite her distress. I had expected this reaction, though seeing her panic twisted something inside me. Without hesitation, I dived into the pool, the cool water wrapping around me as I made my way toward her.“I’m here,” I said, pulling her close as soon as I reached her. My arms circled her from behind, holding her securely. “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”Her body tensed in my arms, her breathing still uneven. “Nathan, I told you I can’t swim,” she said, her voice trembling.“I know,” I replied gently. “That’s why I’m here to teach you how to. You just have to trust me, okay?”H

{Martha's POV}“Are you Martha Stewart?”I blinked, staring at Rachel as though she had lost her mind. Her question was strange, and though it was supposed to make me feel uneasy, I found it more ridiculous than alarming.“What?” I asked with a scoff, stepping closer to her. “Are you confusing me with someone else? First, you came here accusing me, and now you’re trying to connect me to the Stewart family?”She looked at me, confusion flickering in her eyes. Slowly, she took a step back, her expression softening for a moment before it turned firm again. “Quit the act, Martha. You know exactly what I’m talking about—” she said with an eyes roll. “I know you're her and you're just pretending.”I nearly laughed, but the familiar sting of old wounds kept my amusement in check. Pain from years ago resurfaced, the memory of Rachel mocking me, telling me I’d never be good enough to be part of the Hendersons because I was overweight.“I won’t tolerate another insult from you, Rachel,” I warne

{Martha's POV}“How lovely to see you too. What brings you here so early?” I asked, padding into the living room. My steps were soft against the marble-tiled floor, the faint chill waking me up further. I crossed my arms loosely over my chest as I moved toward the couch opposite hers and sank into it, brushing a hand through my unkempt hair. My gaze locked on Rachel, curiosity bubbling beneath my calm exterior.Rachel leaned back against the couch, crossing one leg over the other as if she owned the room. A small, amused smile played on her lips. “Oh, come on. You act like it’s so strange for me to show up.”I arched an eyebrow. “It kind of is, considering you didn’t mention you were coming.” My tone was sharper than intended, and I instantly regretted it. Clearing my throat, I added more gently, “I mean... I wasn’t expecting you.”Rachel’s eyes flicked toward Carolina, who was standing nearby with the remote still in her hand. Rachel’s smirk deepened as she turned back to me. “Ah, so

{Martha’s POV}“How are you feeling this morning, my love?” Nathan whispered softly in my ear, his voice warm and comforting. I turned toward him on the bed, his arms pulling me into a soothing embrace.I rested my head against his chest, inhaling the scent of his cologne, a rich blend of olive and winter. I loved that scent, it always made me feel safe and I've gotten accustomed to it over the years. For a while, we stayed like that, enveloped in the quiet moment until my phone began blaring on the nightstand.Reluctantly, I pulled away from Nathan’s arms, his body shifting as he propped himself up on the bed. Stretching, I reached for my phone, fumbling slightly before finally grabbing it. Without checking the caller ID, I pressed it to my ear.“Hello? Martha speaking,” I said groggily.A familiar, smooth voice responded. “How are you, Martha?”I frowned, struggling to place the voice. “Who’s this?” I asked, turning to glance at Nathan, who mirrored my confusion.“You still can’t re

Lyra's POV“Have you thought of a name for them?” Light asked as she gently picked up one of my babies, cradling him in her arms.I looked down at the baby, the little girl among them, smiling softly. “I don’t know yet. I can’t seem to come up with a name,” I said, shifting closer to the bed to peek at the others sleeping soundly. “I still can’t believe I gave birth to three of them…”Her lips curled into a smile as she walked over to sit next to me on the bed. “It’s a miracle. The moon goddess is truly on your side. This is a blessing,” she said, placing the baby’s hand over hers. “They’re so cute.”I blushed at her words. She was right—I had never imagined having another version of Varg, but my babies looked exactly like him. They had his hair color, and the red irises—traits they had inherited from me.“Want to carry him?” Light asked, and I nodded softly. She stood up and carefully placed the baby in my outstretched arms.I gazed at my smiling baby as he cooed and stretched out hi

Lyra's POV After Varg left, I sat on the bed, my stomach feeling unusually heavy. I didn’t understand why it felt that way, but the weight was undeniable. Slowly, I rested my back against the pillows, trying to ease the discomfort. My hand instinctively moved to my stomach, patting it gently in hopes of calming both myself and the life growing within me.I closed my eyes, hoping for some rest, but the creak of the door jolted me awake. My eyes snapped open, darting toward the doorway, where I saw Light quietly stepping inside.“I’m sorry for telling Varg you were here,” she said, her tone soft, as though she feared she’d done irreparable harm. She walked over and sat beside me on the bed, guilt evident in her face. “I had to. If I hadn’t, he wouldn’t have stopped searching for you.”“I understand why you did it,” I replied, my voice strained as I shifted uncomfortably. A sharp pang shot through my stomach, and I gasped softly, pressing a hand against it. “You did what you had to do,

Lyra's Pov I stared at Varg, lost for words. I didn’t know what to do. After everything that had happened and Lucian’s sudden change in behavior toward me, I didn’t know what to believe anymore.“Lyra, Varg is here. You need to hide,” Luna Mara’s words echoed in my mind. I didn’t believe her at first, not until I heard his voice.Seven long months had passed since I last saw him. Standing near the doorway, staring at him, I felt the urge to rush over, hug him, and tell him how much I missed him.“Lyra,” he shouted, rushing toward me. But instead, I moved back into the room and shut the door.I never intended for him to see me. Luna Mara was right, staying hidden was the safest choice for me and my unborn pup. I placed my hand on my protruding stomach, tears rolling down my cheeks.“You have to go. She doesn’t want to see you,” I heard Luna Mara tell him.“I can’t fucking leave without seeing her, so get the fuck out of my way,” Varg shouted.The intensity of his voice sent a shiver d

Varg's Pov Her gaze faltered before it brightened, as if catching a glimmer of hope. “She’s been with me all this time,” she admitted softly. “Ever since I saved her from the a wolf that almost killed her.” I stepped closer to her, my tone sharp with disbelief. “If you’ve had her all this time, why did you lie to me when I asked you?” Her eyes met mine, steady but brimming with emotion. I could see the pain and jealousy simmering beneath the surface. “Because I was protecting her from you and Lucian,” she said, her voice trembling slightly as she continued. “She told me everything.” I bit my lip, my frustration mounting as I tried to decipher her intentions. I moved closer, but she instinctively stepped back. “I never thought you’d be the type to lie, Light. Even though… you’ve done it countless times to me.” A soft gasp escaped her lips, and she took another hesitant step back, as if retreating from a painful truth. “You think I’m lying? What would I gain from lying to you?” He

Varg's Pov The roars from the crowd were deafening as the referee announced my victory. For a moment, my thoughts faltered. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the spot where I had seen her. It can't be her… “Good job, Varg!” The manager, a scrawny old man with a too-wide grin, clapped me on the back, breaking my focus. I grabbed my shirt from one of the brunettes and pulled it on, before exiting the ring. My footsteps felt heavy as I made my way back through the bustling crowd, eager to escape the noise. I took a path toward the quieter back area of the arena, where the sounds of cheering gradually faded away. Once I reached the less crowded section behind the arena, I climbed into my car and sat there in the silence, trying to wrap my mind around what I had just seen. Could it have been Lyra? My thoughts spun in chaotic circles as I turned on the engine, pulling out of the lot. Lucian had mentioned rumors of Lyra being in this area, and despite my doubts, I couldn’t shake the na

Lyra's POV My heart thumped wildly in my chest as I tried to catch my breath. What had just happened? I blinked, slowly looking up to see Lucian holding my hand firmly. His piercing eyes bore into mine with an emotion I couldn’t place, was it worry? It almost felt like I was dreaming. “I fucking told you not to kill yourself,” he groaned, his tone laced with irritation. “Do you have any idea what Varg would do if he didn’t get to see you again?” I gulped, fear coursing through me as my hand trembled slightly. Lucian let go of my hand, his movements slow and deliberate, before turning to walk back toward the man who stood in the shadows, frowning at us. “Like I said, I didn’t come here to force you to fight for me,” Lucian muttered, glancing back at me briefly. “You can stay out of my way if that’s what you want. Or you can come and do whatever shitty thing you think will keep you safe.” “Are we not going to take her back?” the man finally spoke, gesturing toward me. Lucian click