Judas No Vine Novels & Stories

I heard a loud pop and my head jerked toward the vineyard to our left. Another crack echoed through the night, and I saw a flash of light in the distant window. Gripping my flashlight tight, I edged closer to the winery, using the shadows of the trees for cover. We approached the back door, cautiously peering around the corner to make sure there weren't any of Vincent's men guarding it.

5 million, and Vinca again countered with 11 million, but to her surprise, Shanice raised the bid to 15 million. Frost had given Vinca a credit card that she rarely used. She had hoped to buy the vase using that card, but she felt that going beyond 12 million was in excess, so she opted out of the bid. Shanice had a victorious smile on her face but Frost was angry." Do you really want the vase?" he whispered into Vinca's ear. Vinca turned to him with huge eyes that were almost spilling with tears. She had set her heart on the vase and now it was gone. Frost didn't wait for her answer and raised his card for the first time since the auction began.

Her mother stood next to her, the elderly woman in tears over the loss of her hobby, her passion, her job. "Good play, Margaret," Drake scoffed and took a sip of his coffee. Something wasn't right about the fire, but then again the owner of Judy's bakery never seemed to be on the up and up. Having lived the life of a villain for far too long, he knew one when he saw one. He pressed his finger over the pretty woman's face and rubbed it. "You, my dear, are most certainly a villain."

Thank you, God. I felt a wave of relief knowing their delicate little wrists wouldn't be tied up with that thin, scratchy rope that I knew would dig into my skin if I tried to fight back. Judas walked into the room, phone pressed to his ear. He paused in front of me, lifting his hand to my cheek. I turned my head, attempting to bite his gross finger to make him feel a fraction of my pain, but of course, I missed and ended up clashing my teeth together.

Step by step, he walked toward the Moon Goddess statue. He gently placed me before the stone seat. With trembling hands, he arranged the withered moonlight grass crown around my ears. He spoke to the statue in a low voice. "Moon Goddess, the three of us are together again. Sophia... Lina didn't betray us... We'll always stay with you." Wind swept snow past the statue. From the distant Black Pine Forest, three cubs' clear laughter seemed to echo—

“Originally, Judas had four more years left of his sentencing. However, in August this year, he used his severe diabetes as a reason to apply for parole. “Back then, Judas was just a truck driver and was quite poor. But strangely, he bought a small homestead in Medonia this year for his ex-wife. Seems like after his parole was granted, he suddenly received a sum of money. I’m still checking the source.” “My mom managed to find out that Judas had a sickly daughter back then and she needed money for surgery. That was why Judas forced himself to work so much and refused to rest. He even drank a lot of alcohol because of his bad mood. All of this became evidence for the judge to sentence him...

“Okay.” Isaac clears his throat. “This is my best friend, Jude,” he says to Adam. Before Adam can say anything, Jude whirls me around, takes my hand, and pulls me away from the bar. He marches his way to the far end of the compound, away from the crowd. “That was rude!” I comment, finally being able to dig my feet into the grass and bring us to a stop. He lets go of my hand and turns on me. “Oh? Do you want to go back and keep drooling at him?”

"King Judas, you just scared my bunnies away." Dressed in an ankle-length, unbuttoned, loose black robe that revealed the grey tunic up to the abdomen—which would have exposed more undershirt if it were not for the charcoal sash securing around his waist—Judas's lips quirked up, forming a smile on the square face shape. The pairs of lava-red eyes, hidden beneath shoulder-length hair as dark as his outer attire, were fixed intently on the beauty before him. "It is a good thing, though, my princess. We can now talk privately with no disturbance," Judas replied with a big smile as if he considered the glare to be a cupid's arrow that shot straight into his heart.

Her hands tremble, the veins in them visible under the warm chandelier light. And Judas stands in the middle of the room, his suit jacket on the floor and his white shirt painted red. His hair is dishevelled, his tie missing, and there’s a cut along his jaw that looks half-healed, half-earned. But it’s not his blood. I know it instantly. He’s too still. Too composed in the chaos. As if sensing my presence, his sight freezes me. My stomach churns, bile burning my throat. I whisper, my voice cracking. “What… whose blood is that?”

"Whenever I see you, I remember someone." "Who?" Ives asked curiously. Judas then smiled and said, "There was my cute little junior adorable like you." "Oh, maybe we were fated to meet. Where is he now?" Ives asked rubbing the back of his head. "I don't know. He just disappeared suddenly." Judas said. Sorrows and helplessness could clearly be seen in his eyes. Ives understood that Judas must have cherished that junior preciously. "I am sorry about that," Ives said with a low voice.