Jude And Cardan Fanart Novels & Stories

Karen, tingling with anticipation and curiosity, watched as he spread them out on the surface of a mahogany table of Georgian vintage. She glanced down at the first and then stared harder, arrested by the subject. ‘My God!’ she breathed in a husky whisper. Tony gave a slow smile, his eyes bright. ‘I thought you’d appreciate them. They’re much more inventive than even Giulio Romano’s illustrations of Pietro Aretino’s smutty poems, Sonetti Lussuriosi.’ ‘Aren’t they just!’ She had seen copies of the pornographic Renaissance pictures representing the various ‘postures’ of sexual intercourse. ‘Much later, of course.’

He moved with a calm confidence that made my blood boil. It was Maxwell Thorne. The Student Council President. The "Golden Boy." The heir to the Thorne empire. He was the most powerful student at St. Jude’s, and he treated people like me like we were invisible ghosts. Maxwell reached into the vault. His fingers wrapped around a velvet box. He opened it, and even in the dim light, the Founder’s Ring sparkled like a fallen star. It was worth more than my entire neighborhood. He didn't hesitate. He stuffed the ring into his pocket.

Black looked at Jo. “Congratulation on your mating with Cade.” “Thank you. It is always special to find your fated mate.” “It is… almost like your knew…” Rave looked at Cade before masking his curiosity. “Please, open them up!” “Everyone’s is different.” Black looked at me as I pulled out a wooden carving of an Eagle. Jo pulled out a large N, and Cade got a large wolf. I had to look over, but it looked like Vivian got a large E. “I hope you like them. They are in a representation of your respected packs.”

“Since when do you voluntarily share me on our dates?” Jude just grinned, one sharp canine pressing down into his lip. He leaned lazily against the back of the Jeep, black hair tousled from the wind, scar catching in the light. The sun highlighted the swatches of ink along his arms. I itched to peel his shirt back and see the newest addition to his collection—the dove tattooed right over his heart. My dove. “Coven bonding,” he replied.

He is the joy of my life, and I can never thank you enough for allowing me to be his mom when you couldn't. If by some magical means you ever see this, know how proud I am of you. Every time I look into your little boy's eyes, I see the love you gave him shining through. You took a chance, and then you left the perfect results for me to enjoy. I miss you, little sis. Always. Love, Q END OF VOLUME 1: JUKED

The front depicted a pair of lovers. The man had deep red eyes and long black hair. The woman had curly golden hair and a gentle smile. My breath caught. The lovers in the painting... it was him. And it was me. "This is..." I stared at the card in shock. "'The Lovers' card." He placed it gently in my hand. "All 22 Major Arcana cards. You have them all." I stared at our image on the card, a storm of emotions rising in my chest. Aethelan gazed at me, his red eyes burning with a universe of emotion. "There was no 'Lovers' in my world," he whispered. "Not until you."

Elena enhanced the image as much as the corrupted file allowed, sharpening the edges of a small rectangular card held between two fingers. Judith stepped closer to the screen, close enough that her breath fogged faintly against it, and felt her entire body go cold. She recognized the card immediately, the specific shade of blue Blackwood used for its oldest executive credentials, the small embossed logo in the corner that had been retired for newer designs years ago. And printed across the front, faded but unmistakable, was a photograph she would have known anywhere, in any lighting, at any age. Her father's face. "That's not possible," Judith whispered. "That's my father's card. He died yea

“But what about you? I don’t want you to give me a baby only to do me a favor.” Jude bent over the table. “Trust me, giving you a baby isn’t a chore for me.” I slapped his forearm lightly, and he continued in an even lower voice. “I’d love to have a baby with you.” “We can start today,” I whispered and ran my high heel up his trouser leg, smiling suggestively. In his form-fitting suit, he looked irresistible. One corner of his mouth rose. “Are you sure you want to miss the Canard à l’orange and the Crepe Suzette?” Hearing Jude speak French, even if it was only to praise a duck in orange sauce and pancakes was almost too much for what little control I had left.

that gets my attention and I walk to him standing up in my full height at 5'5 my heels making me feel taller than I am. He bites his lips looking at me from my toes to my cute cat ears he has never looked at me sexually or anything like that to him I am an abomination since I am mixed his words not mine " You will give me the money " Yes I will Jude is not handsome in a classical way he has a broken nose he's pale he has obsidian hair but he has a body of a magic Mike dancer if you have seen one not big just lean enough to have the six pack my friend Carmen has a bit of a crush on him.