6teen Jude Novels & Stories

~Juliet’s Point of View~ RING RING RING “Excuse me,” Jude said, looking down at his phone. He got up and wandered outside, looking every bit a model even in an old Anthrax t-shirt and basketball shorts. Still absolutely mouth watering. “Helllllo,” Jada said, waving her hand in front of me. “Yep,” I said, turning my attention back to my dear sister. “You’ve fallen for him like a fucking body sleeping with the fishes,” she said, making me laugh.

I can’t believe we did not talk about this. This is not the Jude from high school with a small following. He’s fast making a name for himself in the fashion industry, and everyone from media, designers, fashion lovers, and brands have an eye on him. And photographers would kill to get a shot of him and some alleged love interest. I can already imagine the headlines on online gossip columns. I’ve been active in fandoms long enough to know exactly how ugly it can get. “Jude Walker!” I turn towards the sudden feminine voice. I recognise her instantly. It’s Abby, the bestie. She’s wearing a black body-hugging strapless jumpsuit with a plunging neckline, her dark curls swept over one shoulder.

Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun, and she was wearing an oversized sweatshirt that I was pretty sure used to belong to me. "Hey, sweetheart. It's late. Why aren't you sleeping?" "Because I'm nineteen and I do what I want." She grinned then tilted the phone. "Look who's here." Jude appeared beside her, half his face hidden by a pillow. His hair was longer than the last time I had seen him and it was curling over his forehead, almost touching his eyebrows. He looked like his mother. He always had. "Dad," he said flatly. "Jude. You look thrilled to see me."

When he opened the video he saw Jude wearing a literal armor and without her black lenses. not to forget she was crying. "Dear Kristoper! My real name is Jude Williams of the family Williams. The underworld Williams. You must be familiar with the Organization which my family runs and yes i was a part of that at one point in my life. I am sorry. Yes there are alot of things i need to ask for apology but....... I knew who you were but only after our encounter with Celine. I never knew your real identity

I didn’t say anything in return and he took this as a sign to keep talking. “I’ve known Jena for almost ten years now.” He picked a can from the table and opened the lid, the sizzling sound of the can made me crave one too, “She first came to us,” He paused, “I mean at the club, she first came to the club when she was sixteen.” Sixteen? Isn’t that too young? She should be in high school at that time. Why would she…

Jared replied. “Okay be back in about 45 minutes.” Marty said. Madi winks at MJ. She’ll detain him a little bit longer. “So, wow what have you done to yourself?” Jared asked. “Just running, exercising and getting in shape.” MJ replied. “And contacts and clothes.” Jared responded. “Well, I am 16 now. Gotta look the part.” MJ said. “Sorry I missed your party.” Jared replied. “It’s okay, there wasn't much to miss.” MJ said.

Sixteen. Sixteen is this damn weird age—you're not a kid anymore, but being an adult feels like putting on a suit three sizes too big. It’s that awkward stage where you're still getting the hang of it, stumbling around, pretending to have shit figured out when, really, you’re as clueless as ever. Friendships get messier, crushes get more complicated, and everything feels like it’s got hidden layers. Suddenly, nothing’s innocent anymore. Take the cafeteria at Halloway High, where Shawn Jones, king of the shallow end of the gene pool, is strutting around like he owns the place. He’s got this cocky smirk plastered on his face, basking in all the attention he’s raking in.

Jude grinned and said just before Estella could finish, "Excuse me, how much do you want to borrow?" Estella declared her desired quantity of money with haste. "Not much, only two hundred thousand dollars!" "Mum! You recently stated..." Stella had to cut her off with a loud interruption. Estella shot her a hard glance. With a smirk, Jude moved to block Stella’s voice behind him. He then removed his wallet, pulled out a bank card, and gave it to Estella. "There are $300,000 in this card, Auntie. Use it first if you're pressed for time. Six Sevens is the code.”

I glance back at the sub whose biting her lip, trying hard not to come, “I’m feeling much better and a lot more in the right mind set than when I came in.” “That’s good to hear. You are a good Dom, and I would hate to see your talent go to waste. You’re lucky that we like you here, because had we not, the second we found out that you used a fake ID to enroll, we would have busted your ass big time!” Jude grins now, but he was livid when he found out that I was only seventeen when I enrolled. They could have gotten their license pulled for having a minor enrolled. I scratch the back of my head, “Yeah, I’m sorry about that, and you know it, but I’d do it again if I had to. I needed this, Jude.

That was exactly what she had to do and she made plans of leaving. ***** Jude was an engineer, who worked as a managing director to one of the Julius Berger branch offices. He played a retro music on his way to work banging his hands on the steering wheel when he felt the song had hit hard and nodded his head in self approval. It was one of the legendary Bob Marley's songs he listened to that morning.