Judas X Jesus Mga Nobela at Kwento

I wanted every word I said to sink in deeply. “When I was a boy,” I continued, “they told us a lot of stories about Jesus and his disciples. Stories about kindness, loyalty, sacrifice.” I let my gaze drift between them, lingering just a moment longer on Alessandro. “But there was one story that stayed with me the most. The betrayal of Jesus Christ by one of his own—by Judas.” I saw the shift in their expressions. The way Giuseppe’s face grew serious, Lorenzo’s eyes widened slightly, and Alessandro’s jaw tightened.

Flashback… After I gave Luigi the book he needed, I lived like a normal person. I am mortal because Luigi has already given me his mortality. I am Judas, the son of Satan. I hate hell. Even if they say I'm a prince there, I can't afford to look at the sufferings of the people. I'm fed up with hell. I don't want a life like that. So, I made a deal with my father. He agreed. He said that if I could find a creature that would give me his mortality, willingly, I would be free from him. I searched. I spent a lot of time searching, but I always failed.

“Tell you what? What are you talking about?” Judas exhales, dangerously, and then storms toward me. When he stops, he’s only a few feet away, his jaw tight, his eyes glassy with fury and hurt. “You don’t understand?” he spits. His hand trembles as he pulls something from inside his coat pocket, thin glossy sheets that flash under the light. Photos. He shoves them toward me, and the moment my gaze falls on them and I feel my soul drop into a pit. They’re of me.

"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 hooded eyes fixated on her under the shoulder-length hair as dark as his outer attire. "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 as a cupid's arrow that shot straight into his heart.

Her mind was messed up and she couldn't think straight. “You must be wondering why I'm here, Angel. It's simple really. The boss, he's had his fun and you're as good as dead. So before he gives the order to get rid of you, we might as well have a little fun.” Jade felt her heart racing. She blinked her eyes open, shedding a few tears along the way. She watched as he unbuckled his belt, slowly leaning toward her, his lips slightly pouted in readiness to kiss her. She held her breath, tears streaming down her eyes, as she waited for him to get close enough. Once he did, she raised her left hand to his face, scratching and wounding the right side of his face.

She then left. “What do you want to ask?” Judas stood opposite her, not wanting to sit. “When you ran over and killed my dad all those years ago... Was it really because you were drunk? Or did someone order you to?” She got straight to the point. Judas removed his hat and threw it on the sofa, smiling coldly. “The judge asked the same question and I’ve been sentenced, and I lost everything. What else do you want?” “You killed my dad... Why don’t you make a guess?!”

“Anger makes you sloppy. And you can’t afford to be sloppy with Jasmine around. I could destroy her without ever laying a finger on her… and you know it.” I bit back my rage, letting silence speak for me. “Good,” Judas said finally, his voice dropping to a whisper that still felt like a knife. “Stay on edge, brother. I like you this way. Cold. Cracking. Desperate. When I do come… I want you begging for it.” Click. The line went dead. The phone buzzed again in my bloody hand. Haley. I exhaled through my nose, forcing my voice steady as I answered. “Haley.”

That is my dream ( He speaks with self righteousness resonating from his voice) BABY : My oh my, I am quite impressed but then how would you be able to fulfill such a lofty goal??.... Do you have any plans to bring your dreams to fruition. KLAUS : If anything I know that the great leader Judas has the best interests of every loyalist and is willing to do anything for us, I believe that we share a similar goal and so I have decided to serve him in every way possible to fulfill his dream for those that are loyal to him, so I am sorry but I cannot kill the man that is going to lead mankind to a new world. ( He replies bowing his head in surrender)

Despite how horrible she felt, she spread her legs wide. Jon took the end and pushed it onto her cunt. She gasped as the cold metal parted her labia and her gaping hole welcomed this invasion. Jon kept on pushing it deeper until it wouldn’t go back any further, then stepped back to enjoy his handywork. Jade looked up at Jesus on the cross. She couldn’t believe she had let him do this to her. She had sacrificed Jesus on the cross a second time. “Traitor!” Every fiber of her being screamed at her angrily. “You betrayed everything and everyone! You judas!”

Wayne's shoulders sagged. His voice cracked. “We came here with Commander Harris. We’re part of the JANEERAD Foundation.” Thane shot him a fierce look. “It stands for Jane and Eradication of Werewolves,” he added hastily under Thane's steady gaze. “And who runs this... foundation?” Thane asked, raising a brow. “Justine,” Wayne said. His lips were quivering now. “Justine Anderson.” “Is he some sort of military man?” Roan interjected suddenly, making Wayne jump in fright.