A Little Life Jude Novels & Stories

Audrey’s POV The dirt wasn’t even cold yet, there was no speeches and no music. It was just a shallow grave in the pack’s far field that was too close to the trees and too far from anything that mattered. They didn’t mark it with a stone. Not even his name. Maybe because technically Jude wasn’t one of them. Not full pack and not full anything. It didn’t matter, he was gone. Jude died trying to protect me. I will never forget his last words. “I will always protect you even with my life”

As Ophelia stumbled to the table, Jude stepped into her path. He cooed, “You think I go into the forest and what? Hunt Bambi and his family? Silly dove.” Eyes of liquid silver turned to pools of ink and tar. “I don’t kill animals. I kill people.”

“You should remember who you are talking to.” “I’m not someone to show disrespect. But I’ll protect these children, even against their own grandfather, if necessary.” Mansueto let out a croaky laugh, then patted my shoulder. “Jude’s a lucky man.” He turned around and limped back toward the black limousine with his bodyguards. “Everything okay?” Elia inquired. “Yeah.” I hoped I’d convinced Mansueto. Jude worked late, and I fell asleep beside Daniele. When I woke past midnight, I followed the trickle of light downstairs and into the cigar lounge.

Ten minutes past already since the robbers entered the Mist. They lined al of us up and collected our phones. I had my burner phone with me and through it in the bag. Angela stood across from me with little one in her arms. Little one hid his face in her neck crying that he wants his papa. Everyone's looked down crying softly to them self, being scared to death of being killed. I looked at Angela and none of this affected her in anyway.She wasn't scared as the rest of the people. Angela is serrounded by danger.She lives a dangerous live, and this is nothing compared to when you go to war.

Wei woke up like every other day, and started his morning routine like any other day. He always prepared himself a healthy breakfast, took a quick shower, set down to eat before changing into his work clothes and head out. Unlike any other day though, his breakfast wasn't at all quiet. He was used to a bit of conversation, but this time it was more like a massive rain of questions. He raised his tea cup to take a sip. "No Luca, I have no idea what happened to the girl... how would I know, I haven't... well, I haven't seen her again, have you?... No, you haven't, so she's probably..."

He had the life I had tried to prevent him from having, and he was flourishing. I spent my four hours with Jude, but it wasn't the same. He was distracted. He talked about his "little sister" the whole time. He talked about the trips they took and the new dog Lucas had bought him. He didn't ask about my life. He didn't ask why I lived in a small apartment. To him, I was just a lady he saw twice a month. I was a chore he had to finish before he could go back to his real home. When five o'clock came, the SUV pulled back up. Jude didn't hesitate. He gave me a quick, forced hug and ran back to the car.

As she adjusted my blanket, she couldn't help but say, "After everything your husband has done, you're still worrying about his child in a life-or-death situation. Is it really worth it?" I bit back the pain, forcing a weak smile. "At the very least, the child is innocent, right?" The nurse froze for a moment, then gave a small nod. Sympathy flickered in her eyes, but she said nothing more. Instead, she simply reminded me to rest before quietly leaving the room. Exhaustion weighed heavy on me, and I was about to drift off when voices from the next room reached my ears. "Quintus, it hurts..." "I'm here, Nessa," he said as he soothed her.

By the love of my life. This isn’t how I envisioned this night to go. I had thought my dream to be reality. A reality so beautiful, ill rather be locked up in than return to the actual reality. And now I’m standing, without warning, with multiple taunting eyes on me, silently accusing me of something I have no idea of. Can I just return to sleep? To my dream? “I’m sure the Luna has answer to our questions.” Jude rubs it in. Then he slowly turns to face me. Looking at me for the first time since he arrived. For the first time in weeks.

Jude made sure he had them follow not until Jude's eyes widened. Provoking the almighty Jude Rafael Sanders shouldn't be in your bingo card. He hates seeing those people he cares about being treated like shit and in danger. Jude couldn't take seeing the perpetrator crashing Emerald's car. In order to save her, Jude will be needing help to take the sedan down. However, Philmar wasn't behind to support him. “Fuck!” Jude cursed when the perpetrator crashed him against her for the second time around. “How dare you hurt my wife?” He gritted his teeth as soon as Jude made a U-turn.

Let's go" He ordered and I stood up. "When we come face to face with people, I expect you to compose yourself. Your name is Lauren Dennis, you're a software engineer from a prestigious yet unknown family and you schooled in Hamilton University. You lived a sheltered life. Your hobbies are reading, writing and violin practice. Are we clear?