Jude And Cardan Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I wasn't about to bow down to her or anyone else in this hall. The partner switch brought me face-to-face with Jude. His hands felt warm and soft while with mine. “So,” Jude said, a playful spark in his eyes as he led me through the steps. “I suppose I should introduce myself properly this time, since losing a child wasn't exactly the best moment for an introduction.” I laughed, the sound feeling more genuine than any of the polite smiles and chuckles I’d been forcing all night. “I suppose that’s fair.” “Jude Carrington. I run a software engineering firm, I’m thirty years old, and I’m told I’m quite excellent at keeping my grandmother out of trouble, though today proves otherwise.”

Jude stared at Kaze’s blank face. He added, “Secondly, I approve of your competence. I want you to represent me in the ring against Hannah.” Kaze remained stoic. Dismissing Kaze’s lack of response, Jude said, “Lastly, I’m sure you can tell what’s wrong with Faith. I want you to help her get better.” Jude paused and stared at Kaze indisputably. “By completing any one of the three things, I can forget that you slapped me, hurt Faith, and took Buffy away.

He maybe has no idea what the ruckus fussing around. Jude. This guy… he just seems to be quite mysterious. There are a lot of girls chasing after him. But for the records, we know that he is a great snober as well. He is really dedicated to his studies. If you think only girls are dedicated and good at studies, you’re mistaken. Jude is so much enthusiastic to his studies. Really far compared to other boys out there. Reason why I feel something for him. Could be love? No. Not yet. But soon. I wrote back to reply his message. “Hmm. Here, still a bit clumsy.” With smiley face of course. I’m really good at drawing, sometimes. Hehehe.

Ose's p.o.v I walked back into the palace furiously. Was he in love with her?. No that wasn't the case. Ducan hated humans, that I knew. But then why was he gentle with her?. The way he looked at her and how he acted towards me, it was like he was jealous. She was so happy to see him and even tried her best to cover my words!. I was so annoyed and angry for some reason. I matched into my bedchamber and stopped near the bed when my eyes landed on my slave who sat on the bed looking at me with a warm smile.

Jupiter took Cupid's little tear-stained face between his forefinger and thumb. "Honored daughter of Venus, you have never shown me the respect granted me by the gods' decree," Jupiter said, looking at the goddess with his deep blue eyes. "You keep piercing this heart of mine, which balances the elements and the changing motion of stars, with countless wounds. Ever since you were a baby, you have blackened it with repeated impulses of earthly lust, damaging my prestige and reputation by involving me in despicable adulteries. You have transformed my smiling face into grisly shapes of snakes, fires, beasts, birds, and cattle. Yet in spite of all this, I recall that you had brought about many g

Xander said matter-of-factly. I let the air out of my lungs, satisfied with his answer. But that wasn’t all the truth. I hesitated in trusting him with my identity. Would he feel differently knowing who I really was? I was the daughter of a fallen king. Being with me might put him in more danger if ever I was discovered. I didn’t know if this was something he truly wanted. Yes, he marked me knowing I had magic, but would his feelings change once he knew I was a Cardinal?

Same with the messy hair tucked into a hood. Whatever, I didn’t call her here to analyze her clothes. “This is what you two consider romantic? Fighting one another to the death? You’re lucky I found some worthwhile healers or you’d both be ugly for the next several days.” Jude gave her a dry look. His lower lip was badly split, leaking blood onto his chin and chest. He snapped his teeth at one healing witches, causing the woman to draw back with a yelp. “Yes, that is what I consider romantic. Do you think I give two fucks about you or your opinion? You must since you chose to open your mouth.”

"I actually came to see Chris. He’s waiting for me. But I wanted to check on you for old time’s sake." ​Jude looked at her hand, then up at her face, a flicker of curiosity breaking through his gloom. "You and Chris? Since when are you two so close?" ​Tina didn't pull away. Instead, she began tracing slow, idle circles on the back of his hand, her eyes locked onto his. "Why, Jude? Are you jealous?" ​The word acted like a cold bucket of water. Jude’s wolf surged with a sudden, protective instinct, not for Tina, but for the mate he was losing. He yanked his arm away as if her touch burned him.

Jude chuckles as he looks into my eyes. “I will never give up, I will keep fighting to show you who he really is, and I will fight for you, every day, and I will only stop when I die,” Jude says, bending slowly and I close my eyes as I expect the kiss, but it never comes. His touch disappears, and he walks out of my room, leaving me alone in the middle of the living room, trying to breathe properly. What the hell just happened? I sit on the couch, trying to get my heart rate to go back to normal as I try to get the fogginess from my mind to dissipate so I can think properly.

It doesn’t take me long to get over my surprise and thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. I can just imagine the Jo who existed for seventeen years until like a month ago standing by, staring with her jaw on the ground, eyes bulging as she wonders how this future self got here. Jude pulls away finally, and I drop my hands. His drop to my waist. I look down the length of the wall, where there is a tennis table, but there’s no one in sight. Nevertheless, I push his chest a little. “Don’t do that again.” “What, this?” He leans in and pecks my lips.