Novel-novel oleh CJ Fantasies

•Edward POV•"I'm sorry, Mr. Miles, but I'm not sure I’ll be able to do this. I'm just an influencer. If this James Grigs, whom you spoke of, is this dangerous, then it could be the end of my career," Shannon said, her voice slightly shaky.My heart hammered in my chest as I heard those words. It felt like all the hope I’d held onto was crumbling right before my eyes."Shannon," I said gently, trying to keep my voice steady, "I know you're scared that this could affect your career, but I promise you, it won’t. Once people start talking about it, once it spreads, James won’t be able to touch you. He’ll only be looking for a way to hide. This could help so many people… please."She shook her head slowly, her expression torn. "I don't know what to say anymore, Mr. Miles. This is just too much to ask from me."Before I could respond again, Eric spoke up.“I understand you’re scared,” he said. “But think about how many people like Juliet might still be suffering in silence. If you stay sil

•Edward POV•After sitting in traffic for almost thirty minutes, Eric finally pulled into the parking lot of Echo Eleven. We got out of the car and made our way to the entrance. I took a deep breath, bracing myself for whatever was going to happen next, clinging onto the slightest hope that everything would work out the way we’d planned it.Eric glanced at the watch on his wrist as we stepped into the hallway. “I just hope Shannon is still around,” he muttered, looking around the quiet corridor.Though I felt a strange uneasiness about the situation, I didn’t bother to dwell on it. My mind was already juggling too many things at once, Juliet in the hospital, James and whatever stunt he might pull next, and whether Shannon would even agree to speak on Juliet’s behalf.“Mr. Lawson, what took you so long?” a voice called from the other side of the hall.Eric and I turned. Peter was standing there, talking to a woman with charcoal-black hair. We made our way toward him.“You’re fifteen mi

•Edward POV•Eric stepped forward and grabbed the knob to Vera's ward, pushing it open. The door creaked softly as we walked in. Vera was on the bed, in a similar position to Juliet, only that there weren't as many bandages on her body compared to Juliet.Eric rushed to her side and sat in the small space beside her, his eyes fixed on her face. He was silent, lost in thought. I walked over and sat on the small plush couch in the room, shoving my hands through my hair as I let out a slight breath.This is insane. I couldn’t help but blame myself. I should’ve known. Once James saw the video of Juliet talking about him and his so-called empire, he would do something, something bad. Why did I even agree to the idea of the livestream?“James did this,” Eric said angrily, like he could read my thoughts. He turned towards me. “I knew he’d eventually react to the livestream. But I didn’t think he’d take it this far.” I lifted my head from my palm and looked at him. I didn't know what to say,

•Edward POV•My eyes widened as they fell on Mrs. Ryder. She was standing there in the middle of the hospital lobby, her eyes red and watery, mascara streaked down her cheeks like she'd been crying for hours. She looked nothing like the woman who always wore pride, now she just looked... desperate.I was tempted to ask what she was doing there, but the words wouldn't even form in my mouth.“Edward,” she called out, her voice shaky. “Please, tell me... is Juliet okay? Did she really get into an accident?” Her sniffles came with every breath.I blinked, still in shock. Of all people, she was the last person I expected to see. I rolled my eyes and turned away from her, walking back toward the receptionist and placing my hand on the counter. I didn’t say a word, just acted like she wasn’t even there.The receptionist gave me a look full of sympathy and opened her mouth to speak, but Mrs. Ryder cut in, loud and sharp.“Don’t you dare ignore me like that, Edward!” she snapped, loud enough f

•Edward POV•“Daddy, where is Mommy?”Jace’s voice rang in my ear, pulling me out of sleep. My eyes opened slowly, and I found him sitting beside me on the bed, his small hand resting on my chest.I reached for him and tried to pull him close, wanting him to lay on my chest, but he didn’t budge. His eyes were already full of tears as he looked around the room, confused and scared.I sighed, brushing a hand over my face, then ran my fingers gently through his hair and down to his cheek. His skin was warm and soft. The thought of telling him what had happened felt like a stone crushing my chest.“Hey, buddy, don’t cry,” I whispered, wiping his tears with the palm of my hand. His little sniffles broke the silence.“Where is Mommy?” he asked again, his blue eyes locked on mine, searching for an answer I didn’t want to give.I looked away for a moment, gathering the strength to speak. Then I looked back at him. “Jace… your mom’s not here right now,” I said softly. “She’s at the hospital.”H

•Edward POV•"Mr. Miles, we need to go home now," Eric said when he got to where I was. "There's no way we can see them today. The doctor suggested we go home and come back tomorrow."I shook my head, planting my hand on my waist. "No, Eric. I can't leave the hospital until I see Juliet. You can go without me. I'll wait here until she wakes up from the coma. I won't leave without seeing her."Eric sighed and shoved his hand through his hair. "I understand how you're feeling, Mr. Miles. But you have to go home to Jace. We’ll come tomorrow to see them."When he mentioned Jace, I looked at him, then glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already the middle of the night. A wave of pain swept through me as I wondered how Jace must be feeling, knowing we hadn’t come back yet.I looked at the elevator doors once more, hoping they'd open and a nurse would come tell me Juliet was awake… but nothing happened. Just silence. I looked back at Eric, who mirrored my expression, tired and sad.With

{Naomi's POV}The silence in the room drowned me as I sat on the bed, staring into nothing. My head kept replaying the kiss at the altar over and over, the way Enzo stared at me, the way his hand wrapped around my waist, his lips brushing against mine.My skin crawled with the memory, and I lifted my fingers to my lips. I didn’t know why I was feeling this way. So many things I’d never experienced before. My first kiss... the feeling it brought with it.I shook my head and let out a raspy breath, reaching up to pull the pin from my hair, letting it fall around my shoulders. I stood from the bed and slipped out of the wedding dress, making my way to the bathroom. Once inside, I turned on the shower and let the warm water run down from my head to my feet. I stayed there for a while. When I finally stepped out, I walked over to the closet, hoping I’d find something, anything, that would fit. But to my surprise, it was already stocked with clothes my size. I blinked, staring hard at the

{Enzo POV}My eyes stayed on Naomi as she moved slightly under my gaze. I didn’t know why she quivered whenever I looked at her. It almost made me feel like a monster, that I wasn’t.I ran my eyes over her again before signaling for the priest to begin the wedding vows. The priest cleared his throat, voice echoing through the hall. My gaze didn’t leave Naomi even once while he read from the book in his hand. My focus was locked on her, making sure she wouldn’t do something stupid while everyone was watching.Then the priest turned to me. “Do you, Enzo Vitale, take Naomi Ray as your lawfully wedded wife?”“I do,” I muttered, my eyes still pinned on her. I had to keep my gaze there. One wrong move and this entire thing would blow up.It was her turn and the looked towards her direction, his voice filled the room once again. “Miss Ray, do you take Enzo Vitale as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sic

{Naomi POV} A slight knock on the door woke me out of sleep. I turned, groaning softly as I gripped the nearest pillow and clutched it close. The softness made me sink back into it, my eyes still closed, already drifting back to sleep. But then came the creaking sound of the door opening, followed by footsteps. I groaned louder this time, forcing my eyes open as I sat up, glaring at whoever dared to ruin my peace. “What’s with the noise? Can’t I at least enjoy my sleep? Must you make everything difficult, Enzo?” I muttered, rubbing at my eyes. My gaze landed on a young lady dressed in a maid uniform. She was holding a box big enough to size me if I got squashed in. Behind her stood another lady, dressed in a black and white corporate outfit, arms folded, watching me with a serious face. “I’m sorry, ma’am,” the maid said quickly. “Mr. Vitale asked that we get you ready for the wedding on time.” “Wedding?” I repeated, confused for a second. Then it hit me, like someone had sl

{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

{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

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