Cardan X Jude Novels & Stories

Andre smirked. "I'm the King of video games, Grand theft auto. I will beat you in a second." Leo said removing his blazer, he always hated the uniform. He removed it any chance he got, throwing his blazer and tie in the back seat of his father's Audi r9. "We will see about that, bud." Andre muttered in a mischievous tone. - "I hate you, Garreth McCarthy." Jeanine muttered in distress as she continued dialing his number which went straight to voice mail.

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.

“The Starling man showed us a holding cell underneath the ruins. We’ve placed him there with guards keeping watch.” Xander quickly marched past Jordan and headed straight for the tunnel. Gideon, Otis, Jordan and I followed. When we got to the holding cell, the hunter slumped on the far end wall. There were no oil lamps, so I lighted the underground cell with magic, and my breath hitched when I saw the hunter’s face. “Kite?” The hunter winced from the bright floating orb and shielded his eyes with a hand. “Princess Cardinal?” I doused the light and took a step back when Xander growled and lightly moved, so his body protected me from the hunter.

he answered without a smile. I grinned at what he said and raised an eyebrow at Davide, who revealed his cards. "One pair. I'm in deep trouble," he frowned. "It appears I didn't arrange those cards in my favor, after all." Jude made a clicking sound with his tongue and revealed his hand of low cards. My face was blank as I observed Jiao's actions. He was cold and calculating. I found him difficult to understand. He gave a smirk. "Looks like it's just you and me, Luca. Let's raise the stakes." He put his car keys in the center of the pile.

His hair was slicked back, his smile sharp and practiced. “Found beneath the old water tunnels,” he continued, voice carrying easily, “battered, bleeding, but still breathing. A survivor of the surface raids. A fighter of the Northern Rebellion. A Lycan.” The crowd stirred. I caught whispers in the air — “traitor,” “The Rogue King will love this one.” The announcer gestured lazily toward me. “They call him Cardan. Some of you may know the name. Others may not care. But you will, once you see what he can do.”

Erika asks seriously, and the room goes strangely quiet. "Dios mio. Fine," I say, caving only because they aren't going to let up. "Her name is Quincy, okay? We've gone out once. That's it. Stop acting like I'm about to walk down the aisle." "Gone out once, and she's already been in three pictures," Eduardo says. "The girl works fast."

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.”

Her voice trembled, barely holding together. “Who gave you the card?” the man pressed, his tone turning sharper, more intimidating. “He… he’s a friend…” she whispered, her voice so soft it almost disappeared. Even to her own ears, it sounded weak. Unconvincing. A mistake. “A friend?” the man repeated, narrowing his eyes as he studied her. Belle lowered her gaze, her shoulders shrinking inward. “Yes… a friend…” The doubt in his expression didn’t waver. And neither did the stares around her.

Sydney has changed the mafia and so it hasn't caused any problems since he and Isabella took over and for that I'm so thankful because the police have no issues with them as long as they don't cause chaos. Mike found me and gave me an opportunity to join the FBI. Marcus' the mafia's tech guy killed Candice Martins four years ago and created Jada Costa. Jada was my middle name and we found a girl who died and could have been the same age as me but with blonde hair and brown eyes. Isabella talked to her family and offered them money and so here I am.