Judas No Vine Novels & Stories

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.

Rosalie’s POV “How could you do this, Judas!” Giveon yelled out wrestling against the hold of the guards. “You betrayed your own!” Judas cowered at first but then his eyes darkened. “We were never going to win,” he muttered, then he looked straight at Giveon. “We lost hundreds of men and all we could save was one person, we could only save Cassie. Sooner or later we would all be wiped out. With this money. I can finally escape this agony… finally be free, I'm sorry but I choose me!”

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."

Hazel laid flat on the ground, while she held her stomach in pain. Judas walked towards his brother, and ordered his armies, to raise him up from the ground. “I have always despised you from childhood, your existence disgust me, and now it’s time to go meet your useless father wherever he is.” He said aloud, while he laughed non stop with his armies. Judas used his sword to hit Luther’s head, which made Luther collapse. Just as Judas was about to slit Luther’s throat, Hazel immediately beheaded Judas with her sword, the next thing his armies saw, was their King’s head, bounced on the floor. They moved backwards, surprised at Hazel’s actions.

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?”

the voice came from a speaker in the ceiling. I looked around the room. A man stepped out of the shadows. He wasn't wearing a mask anymore. He was wearing a simple janitor’s uniform, the kind I saw every day in the hallways of St. Jude’s. It was Mr. Silas. The man who emptied the bins. The man everyone ignored. "Mr. Silas?" I gasped. "What is this? Why are they in there?" The old man smiled, but his eyes were empty. "Everyone looks at the Thorne family. Everyone watches the Hales. But nobody looks at the man holding the broom. I’ve been the ears of the Order of St. Jude for thirty years, Loveth."

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide