Judas No Vine Novels & Stories

"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?”

He clenched his jaw and said, "We're leaving, Ives." Ives immediately sat up and packed everything. He bowed to judas and left in a hurry. Before leaving, King Raleigh looked at Judas with his steel-grey eyes piercing his body with a full intention of killing and said, "Next time if I catch you touching him anywhere, I'll cut your fingers one by one." "Yes, your highness." Judas bowed, his forehead full of sweat. He then raised his head and looked outside where king Raleigh was possessively putting his hand on Ives's waist.

Deep down he wondered about the day of her wedding which troubled him and he was determined to keep his daughter away from his boss even though he wasn't a great threat. But surely, a great charmer. The doorbell rang and Judas went to open the door. Delilah followed him silently, keeping a long distance. The door opened and her lips parted in amazement when she looked at his face. It was him. "Hello, Mr Vincent," said Judas, forwarding his hand to the man. The man, as Judas addressed him, Mr. Vincent, accepted the hearty greeting. Delilah stared at his beautiful face which was blank as it was before. Maybe, he lived that way.

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

"With the way you suck down those yard-long margaritas, I thought all you liked were cheap drinks." I let the dig slide. "My dad used to be a real wine connoisseur. I grew up learning about the best years for different vineyards." "Well, anyway, thanks for inviting us." "Make yourself at home." Rowen gives us a small, shy wave, and they move out to the patio where most of the players are hanging out. They both seem to relax and smile more as soon as they're among friends. "That was weird," Geni says behind me. "Quit it. She's trying."

This whole thing is rigged! "Why does Judge Hart keep targeting Scarlett? This is obviously personal!" Nevertheless, standing at the bench, I remained calm. "A good student? Close friends with the victim? Someone captured this on a drone. How do you explain it?" A video clip appeared on the courtroom's large screen. The moment the footage began to play, everyone in the courtroom gasped.

It is absolutely wonderful. “Hello, everyone.” Judas singsongs into the fancy golden microphone that was in her hand. “We are here today because of some heroes—injured heroes. We are here to see just how much help we can render to them.” She motioned to a table that was filled with some items. “We will be bidding on some of these items tonight. Let’s not forget that these money is going to charity and you will most certainly touch people’s lives.”I grinned up at the stage. Judas was good at this shit. I look like a proud parent right now with the shit eating grin on my face. “The first item on our auction list is the rare vase that comes all the way from Japan. The bidding starts at one thou

"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

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!!!