Judas No Vine Mga Nobela at Kwento

Jasmine tried to move her hand, but was somehow stuck touching him, feeling the ickiness of the sludge crawling in her skin. “You will take Lucifer’s offer.” They looked at each other for a moment as time stilled. The wind started to blow only around them as they had their private conversation. Jasmine noticed the strike of lightning that stood the test of time not moving as she tried to break away from Judas using her other hand to pull. “Let me go.” Her voice rumbled as the thunder cracked the sky. Judas smirked. “Do you believe you are better than Jesus himself? I know him and seeing you…” he shook his head. “You don’t even compare…”

--- The Eternal Vine Late that night, after the celebration had ended, Lily walked among the vines with her young daughter, Emilia, named after her great-grandmother. “Mommy,” Emilia asked, her small hand clutching Lily’s, “why do the vines grow so tall?” Lily smiled, looking up at the rows of leaves stretching toward the stars. “Because they reach for the light, just like we do. And their roots stay strong, no matter what happens.” As they walked, the vineyard hummed with life, its vines swaying gently in the night breeze. The land, touched by generations of love and resilience, stood as a testament to the Cain family’s enduring legacy—a legacy that would continue to flourish, rooted deeply

So, he was factually blind. I still couldn't wrap my mind around the fact, but who was I to judge? "I just can't believe he has gotten so much handsome and such a daddy..." Alina sighed dreamily staring at the screen where Judas's picture was showing with him wearing an expensive pair of shades and his hunter eyes hidden, his lips set in a thin line, jaw-line chiselled from stone, his furrowed brows as he seemed to glare at the camera cast a shadow as if a storm was set to break.

Back in the office, Judy was hoping that Emma will kick Gideon out and deny him acess to the wines so he could finally see how bitter she was towards him. Judy felt if Emma maltreats Gideon, it will make him hate her and as far as she is concerned, that is all she ever wanted. "Good afternoon Mr. Romero ." Judy heard someone greeting Gideon. She rushed out of her office. "Where is Martins? " Gideon asked the janitor who greeted him. "I need him to take the van and pick forty bottles of wine from LIA'S right now. " ordered Gideon. Judy stood still in complete shock.

As she burst out the back of the house, she prayed this was the right place. It was. There Jesus stood, alone with Judas, in a small, ancient garden in the rear of the house, filled with olive trees. Behind them, the sky was filled with the most dramatic, blood-red sunset Caitlin had ever seen. Caitlin stood there, gasping for air, and the two of them turned and looked at her. Judas’s face suddenly filled with apprehension at the sight of her, and he quickly turned and hurried out of the garden, slithering through a side entrance.

Nedime says, rolling over on her bed to at look me, "How did it go with the lunatics at school?" "It was fine, actually," I reply, “Carrie is sweet, Abraham didn't show up and… I don't know if you guys knew this, but Judas has to go. And he’s not very happy about that." "Jude, really?" Yamin contemplates. I nod, "So what traumas does he have besides the obvious? I mean it's not exactly a secret how weird he is. Tell us all about it."

“Please, please…” Judas hugged Mavie close to his body again, and without saying a word, he rolled them both for Mavie to atop Judas, then he spoke. “Why don’t you ride my cock, if that would make you forget the pain…?” Judas offered. Judas was not a teenage boy who would typically be foolishly excited and end up exploding too soon. He was confident that his endurance had been well trained and polished over the years; he could let the game last long enough for Mavie to feel satisfied.

“Are you okay? You’ve been in a daze.” Judah has this effect on me; he makes me shy even with the slightest bit of closeness. Butterflies flutter in my stomach, my heart quickening its pace until I felt the drumming in my ears. I’m treading on dangerous territory, if he only knew how much I wanted him, his essence deep in my bones – I sound mad. Slipping out of his grasp and grabbing a bottle of wine. Puncturing the cork with my knife and yanking until I heard the classic pop. Judah eyed me, suspiciously. “Are you really going to drink wine in this situation?”

WILLIAM STONE “What’s the matter?” he whispered. “Don’t want to lose another girl to your lies?” I stared at him, blood roaring in my ears. “You leave Jasmine out of this,” I said tightly. “She has nothing to do with our past—she doesn’t even know. And there’s no reason to drag her into whatever twisted revenge game you are playing.” Judas chuckled. “No promises, little cousin. It’s just that…” His eyes glinted. “She is very… precious to you. That’s new.”

he said. The car screeched to a halt, and his men yanked me out by my arms. I stumbled, and the men let me go. I fell to the ground and the impact tore my stitches further open. I cried out, but nobody cared. Slowly, I stood up and began taking in the familiar landscape of rolling hills covered with lush vines. A chill crept up my spine as I realized where they had taken me. This was the vineyard where they grew the grapes for the winery Jacopo took me to on our date. My hands trembled as I stepped between the rows of vines, their gnarled branches reaching toward me like skeletal fingers. I limped slowly, and every time I stumbled, one of Vincent's bodyguards would shove me forward roughly.