A Little Life Jude Novels & Stories

Why did I only understand how I felt after I'd already lost her forever? *** Epilogue II Third-Person POV After Yara died, Shawn went after Johan's company. When two heavyweights went to war, everybody took a hit. Their friends set up a dinner to force a truce. Johan and Shawn showed up as a favor, but both looked ready to tear into each other. Johan was a wreck. Shawn had lost so much weight that his eyes looked huge in his gaunt face. "Don't think I'll ever forgive you." "Give me Blackie, and I'll help you finish this," Johan said.

"You're the real monster. Am I right? Didn't you assault that girl and blame it on Zack? Because of you, two innocent people lost their lives! Yet, you still feel no remorse!" Howard was bewildered. He never expected the truth to come to light one day. He knelt on the floor and prostrated himself in front of Gemma. "Gemma, we're sorry. Henry has changed! Since they're dead, let them remain dead. Can't we just live our lives?"

With a gesture she invites me to sit down and I do it again when I put the chair back in its place. “It's normal the exaltation you just had. But I want to explain something to you, can I,” she asks a little cautiously and I nod, “perfect. Allie, you won't always have the power to decide what will happen to you, sometimes life can be cruel and decide for you but what you do decide is how to face the situation” I look at my hands in my lap with my eyes fixed on my feet, while I play with a small thread hanging from my blouse.

“I’m happy I’m not in shit anymore, if that’s what you’re asking.” “What I’m asking is that you stop acting like you have a goddamned life police on your shoulder and live life for once. It’s good for the soul!” “Did my father tell you that?” “He told me to do anything that makes me feel that life isn’t something I have to push and force myself through.” “I highly doubt that.” Jude shakes his head, flipping his wet hair so that droplets of water fall on my bare legs. “If you don’t get in I’m coming to get you.”

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.

“You’ve been observing me?” “I live with you.” “That’s not an answer.” “It is.” I rolled my eyes. Jude looked pleased with himself. We started walking slowly through the festival grounds. Not toward any particular destination. “You spend too much time at home.” The words slipped out before I thought about them. Jude raised an eyebrow. “Do I?” “Yes. Don’t you ever go out?” And give me an opening to escape? “I am out.” “One time.” He laughed, and even though I had heard the sound before, it never failed to catch me off guard.

I said slowly, “if people could see this place—what Jude has built—they’d understand that not all hybrids are monsters. Maybe there’s a way for everyone to live in peace.” Nina sighed but said nothing more. “Excuse me. I'm Liza,” a tall, slim girl said timidly. We all turned to look at her and she suddenly shrunk some more. “Jude is looking for you guys. He sent me to get you,” she said, and I saw her stare at Corey and Jamie in confusion before looking back at me. Soon after, we were gathered in a circle outside Jude’s cabin, the tension palpable as Jude stood with a map spread out on a wooden table in front of him. His trusted allies flanked him, their expressions grim yet focused.

I really did. But hey, that’s life. There’s a beat before the next message arrives. Mom: Forget your father and me. Live your life. Promise me? I stare at the screen so long it dims. Then I write: Jude: I can’t promise. But I’ll try. I hit send, set the phone down beside me, and lie back on the bed. The quiet hum of the dorm sinks in. Somewhere down the hall, someone’s laughing. In another room, music plays. Life is still happening. It always is.

Looking over the crowd, I lean away but he moves closer watching this video. Jude says, "I can't make out anything." Presley cuddles up next to him and points, "I know, but if you look right here you'll see its head." "Oh, yeah. I see it," Jude replies. Cutting his eyes back at me, Jude adds, "It's almost as tall as the trees." The female neighbors present are enchanted as Jude speaks. Once he's done, Jamie extends her hand saying, "Hi, I'm Jamie. I live in 1005. I've never seen you before."

The more Nana thought about it, the more hysterical she became. John continued, almost incoherent just then, "I have no way to explain how I became Lucas Lynch, but the short version is that the real Lucas Lynch is dead, while I happened to be found while I was barely alive and was mistaken for him. That's why you never lost around John Levine, because he only ever loved Cordy. It was none of your fault—he could only love Cordy."