Judas No Vine Novels & Stories

“This sounds well but I'm drunk and I don't think it's a good idea. All in all, I don't know what Judas has in his heart.” “I'm sure he likes you,” Lisa interrupted. “Look at you! Which man would even say not to you? Also, you're a Vincent!” “You're right!” Katrina winked, giggling after that. Her phone rang and she looked at the screen. Judas' name popped up on the screen, his photo shining to get her attention. She clicked that picture when he came home and obviously, he was unaware of it. “He's here, I need to go!” Her friends bid her goodbye. She left the building and found him to be standing by his car, leaning against it.

General Markus did not get injured, but the shockwave between the black vine and Jared’s thin sword pushed him a few meters away as he fell down helplessly next to the entrance of the pathway that they are on. Jared did not have the leisure to care about the condition of General Markus as he faced-off with ten black vines that keeps on attacking him from all sides. It is only half of the black vine-like thing on the bald-headed man’s body, but it is already pushing Jared to exert all of his abilities to barely ensure that he would not be too heavily injured, while also avoiding being entangled by the vines on his arms and legs.

But she is still surprised to find out that she actually did —she never expected a con arstist like her to have a child along the line. "Did I hear you say a daughter?" Lisa questioned to be sure her ears were not playing tricks on her. "Yes, the had a daughter almost the same age as your kids too." Judas replied in confirmation. "I did my findings thoroughly and you know I don't deal with rumor and false information." "I see..." Lisa nodded slowly, not knowing the best word in replying him. She is aware that Judas had always gathered a genuine information and she believed him too. "Is that all you could gather so far? Just about his wife and his daughter, nothing more?"

And just as he reached into the bar drawer and poured himself some whiskey, I leaned back into my seat and closed my eyes with a sigh, choosing to savor the last hours of an awkwardly peaceful moment over a talk with my brooding husband. I try not to gag at the title and grit through my teeth, “Just so you know, I'm not yours—or anybody's.” “We're here.” He simply announces, ignoring the annoyance in my tone. My eyes snap open, widening as the De Luca estate came into view—like a haunting fortress carved from a height of intimidation and walls of stone. Tall, metallic wrought iron gates that automatically slid open before we even got close to them—almost like they already knew who was approa

’’ ‘’I could use a cold beer, you got any? ‘’Nahh, George drank it all’’ ‘’Soda?’’ ‘’No, I want beer and I want it now’’ Judas said mimicking a baby from one of my favourite shows while pouting her lips. ‘’Okay cry baby, I’ll go get some beer, I’ll be right back. Do you want anything else?’’ ‘’I want potato chips too, hurry, I don’t think I have much time left to live’’ Judas wailed and dramatically fell off the couch. I chuckled and made my way to the door.

"Since we are officially couples now, let's go on a date." ******* After dinner, Judas headed back to his chamber alone with his head all fuzzy and heavy. His walks swayed from side to side like a drunkard, even though he only had a goblet of wine at dinner with Prince Chester. He shook his head and tried to focus on where he was going, finding the hallway blurry and moving like a snake slithering. Just then, he heard a quarrel from around the corner. Curiosity urged him to take a detour and headed to where the voice came from to see what was going on because he found those voices very familiar. Peeking from behind the wall, he saw Rosalina crying and shouting at someone. He couldn’t see the

“She’s her master’s student, after all.” The name echoed in my mind. Joaquin Vines. The original founder of Vines Wines that passed on. A legend in the world of wine. The same man who to my very own face once described me as a “brute without heritage.” That son of a bitch had poisoned every deal with us. And now? He was gone.

This was for the best. Once we left this goddamned place of sin and ruin, I'd purge her from my system and wipe the slate clean. I'd pretend none of this happened, so I don't get addicted to giving her my little genius mixture every fucking day. Because I'd ruin her… Ruin her for every other man. White Judas – just like I named it – didn't just force compliance. It forced cravings like madness. The little I had given her tonight would leave her trembling and hungry to satisfy the constant ache she'd be feeling in her little cunt for the next couple of days.

Shawn's face was almost full of different shapes while Jade's face was barely drawn on. The tables turned and Shawn's team began to win and Shawn wrote a letter on her forehead for each win. At the end of the game, Shawn's team emerged as the winner. On his face were a mustache, a variety of shapes, and a hippo while on Jade's face was written: JADE IS A LOSER!!!

Judy’s POV I took another sip of my wine, feeling it relax my mind and body. I kept glancing at my phone periodically, thinking there would be a missed call or a new message. But there wasn’t. I hated the jab of disappointment I would feel in my chest every time I saw that there was no message. I shouldn’t be feeling this way. Gavin was with his family… it’s not like he was losing interest in me or anything. Besides, even if he was, it shouldn’t matter that much. We are only having some fun… scratching each other’s itches and putting on a show to get some people off our backs.