Novels by CJ Fantasies

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

{Martha's POV}"Good morning, my queen," Nathan whispered against my ear, his lips brushing my cheek in a feather-light kiss. His voice, deep and husky with sleep, sent a shiver down my spine. I stirred, my lashes fluttering open to meet the soft glow of the morning sun filtering through the curtains."Morning, my love," I murmured sleepily, turning onto my side to face him. A slow smile spread across my lips as he cupped my cheek, his warmth seeping into my skin. He leaned in, pressing a gentle peck to my forehead before pushing himself up from the bed.I stretched, my arms reaching over my head as a deep sigh escaped my lips. For the first time in seven years, I felt truly free, as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. No more battles, no more struggles, I had finally reclaimed what was rightfully mine. And best of all, I was engaged to the most loving, handsome man in the world. Everything was exactly as I had dreamed.Nathan stood by the window, the golden sunlight castin

{Martha's POV}“Thank you, Michael,” Nathan said as he exchanged a handshake with him.I sat there, unmoving, as if I had been glued to my seat. The courtroom was nearly empty now, people filing out in hushed murmurs. I had won. I had fought for justice and reclaimed what was taken from me. But instead of triumph, a hollow ache settled deep within my chest. What I truly longed for, what would have made this victory complete, was seeing my beloved parents again.The bitter truth cut through me like a blade. I had allowed the man who planned their deaths into my life. I had loved him. I had let him and his family treat me like nothing. And now, even though justice had been served, my heart still bled.“Come on,” Carolina’s voice broke through my haze as she positioned herself behind me. “You won the case, Martha. Peter Henderson is finally going to pay for everything he took from you.”I turned to her and forced a thin-lipped smile. “Yes, I won,” I murmured, my voice distant, detached.

{Martha's POV}The blaring sound of my phone shattered the peaceful silence of the early morning. I groaned, rolling over and burying my face into the warmth of Nathan’s chest, hoping the caller would give up. But the ringing persisted, shrill and unrelenting.Nathan stirred beside me, his arm tightening around my waist as he let out a soft sigh. “My love,” he murmured sleepily, pressing a gentle kiss to my temple. “Your phone.”I groaned again, reluctantly stretching my hand toward the nightstand. Without glancing at the caller ID, I grabbed the phone and pressed it against my ear.“Hello?” I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep.“Good morning, Martha.”The familiar voice sent a jolt through my body, instantly dispelling the last traces of drowsiness. My breath caught in my throat. Peter.I sat up abruptly, the sheets pooling around my waist as my pulse quickened. After the incident at the Henderson's mansion and the call to court. Peter and I had never spoke to each other, at some poi

{Martha’s POV}“Come on, let me take you to the room so you can rest,” Nathan said as we pulled away from the hug.I let out a deep sigh, exhaustion settling in as he stood and took my hand. His touch was warm, reassuring, the kind of steady presence I needed right now.“Don’t let this bother you,” he murmured as we made our way toward the stairs. “I’ll talk to Michael about it. While you rest, he and I will continue the investigation.”I squeezed his hand, my voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you so much.”Nathan glanced down at me, his expression firm with certainty. “Peter will get what he deserves, my love. I promise you.”His words carried so much conviction that, for a moment, I almost believed justice was inevitable.When we reached the bedroom, I settled onto the bed, the soft mattress cradling my tired body. Nathan lay beside me, pulling me close until my head rested against his chest. His steady heartbeat beneath my ear was soothing, grounding me in a way nothing else cou

{Martha’s POV}I took a deep breath as my body sank into the plush cushions of the living room couch. A wave of relief washed over me, the familiar scent of home wrapping around me like a warm embrace.I had missed this place, the way the soft glow of the chandelier made everything feel safe, the quiet hum of the city outside the windows, the warmth that lived in these walls. And I also had missed staying in the same roof with Nathan. “I’ll tell Carolina to prepare tea for you,” Nathan murmured, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on my cheek. His lips were warm, lingering for just a moment before he straightened and made his way to the kitchen.I watched him disappear around the corner, my heart aching in a way I couldn’t quite describe.Leaning my head against the armrest, I let my eyes flutter shut, allowing the exhaustion to settle. But just as I began to relax, the vibration of my phone in my pocket snapped me back to reality.I frowned, fishing it out and glancing at the screen.

{Martha's POV}I sat on the couch, gripping the hem of my sweater tightly, trying to suppress the weakness coursing through my body. My limbs felt heavy, exhaustion tugging at me, and the urge to go back to bed was almost unbearable.Nathan's eyes were fixed on me, concern evident in his gaze. “What’s wrong?” he asked after a moment, his voice softer than I expected.I hesitated, shifting slightly under his scrutiny. This Nathan, this gentle, caring version of him, was different from the man who had once pushed me away, convinced that I had no place in his life. The change in him was undeniable.Before I could answer, he stood and crossed the small distance between us. When he reached me, he took my hand in his, his grip warm and reassuring. A shiver ran through me, not from the cold, but from the comforting heat of his touch.His thumb brushed against my knuckles before he reached up, resting his palm lightly against my forehead. His touch was tender, his fingers lingering as if he c

•Juliet POV•My eyes widned in shock as the realization hit me. My voice shook as I muttered, “That means... the perfume out there is just a replica of Jace Perfume.”Vera’s face tightened. She let out a slow breath and nodded. “This must’ve been how James did it. He took the original and replaced it with fakes. No wonder people were getting burns and rashes. It wasn’t ours.”My stomach knotted painfully. I felt dizzy for a second, but I pushed through it and stepped closer to the cartons stacked in front of me. My hand touched one of the bottles again, fingertips trailing over the label. “Vera, please get Dora and Eric’s attention right away,” I said, forcing my voice to stay steady.Vera didn’t waste a second. “Okay,” she said, turning and rushing back into the building.I stayed there, picking up another bottle. The changes were clearer now. The color wasn’t right. The scent was off. And the tiny details, our rose design, the little spark words wasn't there. My chest tightened as

•Juliet POV•I stood up slowly from the couch, pulling myself together as much as I could. Vera waited quietly by the door while Edward, still flipping through the files on the table, paused and glanced at me. Without saying anything, he dropped the files where they were and joined us.The three of us walked down the hallway, our footsteps echoing lightly in the quiet hallway. When we reached the conference room, I pushed the door open, my heart heavy but I try as much as possible to keep my face calm as I stepped into the room.The staff were already seated, looking up at me with expectant eyes. I walked to the head of the table, pulling out the chair slowly before sitting down. Edward and Vera both took seats on either side of me, their presence giving me a small ounce of comfort.I cleared my throat lightly, my hands resting on the table. “Good afternoon,” I started, with a steady voice despite the weight sitting on my chest. “First, I want to thank all of you for being here... and

•Juliet POV•I stood up from the bed, pacing around the room, my arms wrapped around my chest as if holding myself together would somehow make everything better. The weight on my chest felt heavier with each step, like it wanted to pull me down.I shook my head, biting my lower lip hard. “What can I do now, Vera? My mind just can’t come up with anything... only thoughts of what more terrible things might happen.”Vera’s eyes softened as she watched me. “I understand how you’re feeling right now, Jules. But since Jace Perfume is closed down by the government for investigation...” She placed her hand under her chin, her brows furrowed deep in thought. “I think you should lay off the staffs.”My eyes widened. I stopped pacing and stared at her.“If James’s insider is still within the company, there’s no way we’ll figure out anything,” Vera continued quietly. “They’ll just keep covering things up and drawing our attention elsewhere.”I exhaled sharply. “Hm... you’re right. But what does t

•Juliet POV•I rested my head against the door and wiped my tears, telling myself once more that everything can't end this way. But the more I said it, the more it felt like I was lying to myself. James would always want to do something else, even if I managed to scale through this.I let out a rasped breath and closed my eyes, relishing in the sudden relief as I tried to think of what I could do to finally put James behind bars.The ringing tone of my phone distracted me from my thoughts. I stood up slowly, walking over to the phone laying on the nightstand. I picked it up to check for the caller ID, but my hand mistakenly swiped the answer button. I stared at the screen, seeing a familiar number I couldn’t quite place who the owner is. I brought it close to my ear anyway.“Hello, Juliet. How are you doing?”The voice on the call became clearer, and I recognized it as my mom’s voice.I sighed. When I thought the day couldn’t get any worse, it just did. But I didn’t end the call. A pa

•Edward POV•I stood by the door, hearing Juliet’s quiet sobs. Seeing her like that broke my heart, and I just couldn’t believe all this was happening.All I’d ever planned after Juliet accepted me back into her life was to make her smile always, to give her the happiness she deserved. But doing that since this issue with James started had become a difficult thing for me.“Juliet, please listen to me. I know how you’re feeling right now, and I want you to know that you’re not alone,” I muttered, leaning closer to the door. “I promise you that I’ll make sure everything goes back to normal and that James gets what he deserves.”There was a moment of silence, just the sound of her breathing. Then came more sniffling, and she started crying again. Realizing she wouldn’t let me in and that she needed some time alone, I walked away from the door and down the stairs to the living room.Eric was sitting on the couch, scrolling through the tab in his hand, his face locked in concentration. I t

•Juliet POV•“What?” Edward shouted from where he was sitting, dropping the phone onto the table. He walked over to me, eyes locked on the screen as I scrolled through the comments.“Now I feel like punching that bastard,” Edward groaned. “What does he want? Why did he go to this length just to do this?”I looked up from the phone screen, my voice low. “He wants to tarnish the reputation of Jace Perfume now, after trying to steal it.” I muttered, almost to myself. “Eric, what should we do about this?”Eric shifted slightly in his seat and picked up the cup of coffee Mrs. Carl had placed on the table in front of him. “I’ll try to see if we can trace the location of those comments. Maybe close down the accounts.”“That’s not bad,” Edward said, jaw clenched tight. “At least now we know what James is capable of.”I stared at the tablet screen once more before picking it up and handing it over to Eric, who was already sipping his coffee.“Do what you have to do,” I told him quietly.He nod

{Naomi POV}“Hm, uh...” I stammered, trying to speak, but my words tumbled out in pure gibberish. I stepped back from Enzo, my breath shaky. “I... I need to see my mom.”Enzo stared at me like he was calculating the easiest route to kill me. His expression was flat, dangerous. He didn’t offer a single word, and every time our eyes met, I felt like disappearing right there, melting into the floor.“I had to sneak out,” I muttered under my breath, my gaze falling to his fists, balled up tight, his knuckles slightly pale from the force. “You wouldn’t let me see her if I asked.”“I thought I gave you an instruction,” he growled, voice sharp like broken glass. “Do not leave the room!”I opened my mouth, heart in my throat, but before I could explain, his hand shot out and grabbed mine. His grip was rough, his skin cold against mine. He pulled me behind him like I wasn’t even there, like I was just something attached to his hand.The spot where he held me burned, I winced but didn’t struggl

{Naomi POV}Enzo walked up slowly, his presence heavy like a storm cloud rolling in. The moment he reached me, he slid his hand around my waist, pulling me flush against him. My skin crawled under his touch.Enzo’s voice was harsh as he looked at the guy. “Don’t you dare threaten my fiancée, Brian!”Brian. I blinked up, glancing between them.Brian’s eyes narrowed, but he scoffed in response. “Your fiancée,” he repeated, looking away briefly before meeting Enzo’s gaze again. “How come I’ve never seen her before? Why haven’t you introduced her until now?” His lip curled like he’d just tasted something bitter. “So desperate for the inheritance, huh, Enzo? You probably hired a cheap slut to play wife.”My jaw clenched, heat rushing up my neck in anger. But before I could say anything, Enzo’s grip tightened slightly, his fingers digging into my side.“Mind your words, Brian or I might remind you of your place,” he said coldly.Brian’s eyes shifted to me, his angry stare sharp, but Enzo di

{Naomi POV}Enzo’s hand loosened around my wrist as we kept walking further up the stairs, but it didn’t ease my nerves one bit. My skin still tingled where he’d been holding me, and not in a good way. I looked over at him, biting the inside of my cheek.Why do I feel like this is going to be my life now? Him dragging me around in front of guests like some trophy wife, pretending this is all normal.I shifted my hand, trying to pull it free from his grip, but the moment I moved, his fingers tightened again like steel wrapped in skin. His head snapped toward me, eyes cold and sharp. “What are you trying to do? Have you forgotten our terms and conditions so soon?”My heart jumped. I swallowed hard, heat rushing up my neck like a steam train about to blow. “Terms and conditions?” I asked quietly, my eyes flicking around as we stepped into a quieter hallway away from all the whispers and stares. “If this is really just a marriage contract, then we don’t have to hold hands when no one’s wa

{Enzo POV}The hushed sound of guests in the hall echoed through the place, followed by the soft clicking of glasses as I climbed down the stairs.Their gazes fell in my direction. I knew exactly what they were all expecting. Ever since my father's death, all they’ve done is whisper about his will. Their curiosity about who between my stepbrother and I would get married first had become their topmost priority. Tonight, I’ve decided to silence their whispers."Mr. Vitale, what a pleasant surprise to have you show yourself to us," an elderly man in a grey suit stepped forward, his fake smile stretched too wide. "You must have something in store for us.""Don’t get your hopes high, Mr. Benard. I hate too many compliments," I muttered and walked past him.Fake compliments. I knew them very well these days. Ever since the night my father was assassinated right in front of my eyes, nothing felt real anymore. I still couldn’t clear my head of the image of the masked figure, the gloves, and t

{Naomi POV}“You heard me,” he replied. “You want to stay out of jail? Then sign it. Be my wife. That’s the only way you’ll work off one hundred million under my control. Otherwise—” he stood tall again—“the police are a phone call away.”I stared at the paper, my tears soaking into the corners of my lips.MARRIAGE CONTRACT AGREEMENT TO ENZO VITALEI felt a rush of nausea rise in my throat as I slowly looked away from the paper and met his eyes. The coldness in his gaze was enough to freeze me solid, talk less of staying under the same roof with him.I tried to imagine the horror, but my brain refused. I shook my head quickly. “No, please. I can’t.”He turned from me and walked over to his chair, sitting down like a king about to give judgment to a criminal. “Then you’ll go to jail,” he said flatly. “I’ll make sure of that.”My head ached so badly I thought it would split in two. I didn’t know what to do. My heart screamed for help, but no one was coming. I suddenly wished Chloe was h

{Naomi POV}A wave of relief washed over me as I stepped out of the hospital, staring at the remaining balance of the money on my phone. With the thought of what to do, I waved my hand to signal a cab, but a cold voice from behind me distracted me.I turned hastily to see three men dressed in black. Dark shades covered their eyes, making it hard to read their expressions."Miss Naomi Ray, my boss requests your presence," one of the men said in a stern voice.My heart skipped, and beads of sweat gathered on my forehead as I stared at them in horror. “I’m sorry,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I can’t follow you. I don’t even know who your boss is or why he wants to see me.”The men scoffed and stepped closer to me. "That's not necessary, Miss Ray. I believe you know why we're here."I blinked innocently, even though I could hear the thumping of my heart in my ears. My palms were clammy, my mind racing, but I forced my face to stay straight and calm. "I don't know what you're