Jude And Cardan Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My wife, Aspen Harrod, was the richest person in this city, but I was just a lowly househusband. To celebrate her birthday, I used the two hundred dollars that I had saved for many years to buy her a birthday cake and a red rose. On the way to pick up the cake with my son, Jude Anderson, we ran into a car accident. Jude only suffered minor injuries with my protection, but I was in critical condition. Before I died, Jude gave Aspen three calls. In the first call, Jude cried. He said that I was seriously injured in the car accident, and I was covered in blood. Aspen snorted. “Is that weak-willed man thinking of new ways to get money from me? Sure, I’ll give you ten dollars. It shou

Julian followed, his steps long and silent, his jaw clenching so hard the muscle beneath his skin twitched violently. Tucked into the center of the white petals was a thick, cream-colored card. The text was written in a highly elegant, flowing gold cursive that looked like it had been hand-penned by an eighteenth-century clerk. I reached out, my fingers cold as I pulled the card from the envelope and read the words: My darling Katia, My temper only flares because my love for you is a tempest. I look forward to holding my family soon. Your devoted husband, Jude.

Maybe I was just one of her discarded roles. The thought made me sick. The thought made me furious. The thought—made me want her more, because some stupid part of me still believed I could be the exception. . By the time I staggered back toward the dorms, exhaustion pulled at my bones. My head pounded with too many thoughts, too many ifs and maybes. And then Jude appeared. Leaning against the doorway like he’d been waiting, a cocky grin on his face, a bottle of something amber dangling from his fingers.

"Dude, she won't know. She'll just think you're in a good mood." Carson snorted with laughter. Snorted. Like a chick. "Except that Jude's about as anti-affectionate as Portia is anti-drug. Maybe she'll miss the fact that your pupils are the size of your iris, the cold sweats, and your desire to be petted like a dog. I mean, it's possible she left her brain at home."

Jude says with a large smile on his face. I chuckle. “If you don’t take that she-wolf as your mate in the next year, we’re all going to die of food poisoning when she finally has enough of your shit!” “Yes, but we’ll reap the benefits of it until then,” Jude says, smiling at me. I already know that Jude and Sally have talked about this between the two of them. Jude is determined not to take anyone but his mate and Sally isn’t his mate. If she can’t handle that, then he has told her it would be a good idea for them to stop seeing each other.

“Jade has never been the kind of person to be led around by her heart. She is too logical and can be quite ruthless when it comes to feelings.” Yeah, I think I know a little about that. Back in high school, she broke up with my brother because she had doubts about high school romances. Trey got her back soon after, and everything was fine until she decided it wouldn’t work with him in university and her still in high school. At least that’s what I think happened. They never got back together after that. “I’m not sure she really wanted to get engaged,” Jude continues. “I met him once. I swear he’s a pushy asshole beneath all the fake politeness.”

As I watch and hear them banter, I feel I’m in the middle of a lovers’ fight. As a third party. “Why are you getting mad at me? I did no crime going in search, in that cold, for a person to make you hot water for your aching body. What did I do wrong this time? I was just trying to be the perfect ma…” Jude’s loud cough interrupts her. It sounded dry. Fake. And it stops her from going further with her whining. I don’t see Jude get out of that bed. But like a wind as he gets close to stand beside me, I feel his presence everywhere. On every pore.

"I know. Otherwise, I probably wouldn't be slightly turned on. That pathetic, weak Ajay I met a year ago would've been consumed by now. Oh, Ajay. What would your world be like if you hadn't met me?" "It'd be free of a bunch of clowns unworthy of the powers they've been given." Jude begins to laugh, and he looks so damn sexy. Those beautiful teeth and that enticing smile trick you into believing he loves or at least cares for you. The more I watch him, the angrier I get. Frowning, I say, "You have three seconds to get up off of me. ...One!" Nonchalant, he joins me, and we both count, "Two."

"Lyra, let's go home, okay? I was wrong. I shouldn't have believed anyone else or done those things, but I really love you! Let's go home..." Thalia was thrown to the ground. She was in disbelief, clutching her belly and sobbing. "You pushed me for her? I'm pregnant, Jude! How could you do this to me? Wake up—she already has someone else!" Jude turned around in exasperation and slapped her. "Stop talking nonsense! Lyra loves me—she loved me for seven years! She's just angry, angry that I didn't recognize my own true feelings sooner." After saying this, he turned back to look at me pleadingly. "Please, honey. Let's go home." I watched this farce with icy detachment and said flatly, "Not a cha

My life is already messed up, and I am a shame to everyone. "I, Hudson, the future Alpha of this pack, reject you stupid Judian as my mate and sever all bonds between us! I REJECT YOU! " His voice rumbled like thunder, breaking through the core of my heart and spreading that kind of pain which leaves the body numb and the lips clamped all over me.