Jude And Cardan Novels & Stories

Jude grinned and said just before Estella could finish, "Excuse me, how much do you want to borrow?" Estella declared her desired quantity of money with haste. "Not much, only two hundred thousand dollars!" "Mum! You recently stated..." Stella had to cut her off with a loud interruption. Estella shot her a hard glance. With a smirk, Jude moved to block Stella’s voice behind him. He then removed his wallet, pulled out a bank card, and gave it to Estella. "There are $300,000 in this card, Auntie. Use it first if you're pressed for time. Six Sevens is the code.”

That was exactly what she had to do and she made plans of leaving. ***** Jude was an engineer, who worked as a managing director to one of the Julius Berger branch offices. He played a retro music on his way to work banging his hands on the steering wheel when he felt the song had hit hard and nodded his head in self approval. It was one of the legendary Bob Marley's songs he listened to that morning.

Jude walked out onto the wooden platform overlooking the clearing, his arm wrapped firmly around Eve’s waist. A collective gasp rippled through the pack. The pack members who had been prepared to see him mate with Tina were now staring in total confusion. ​"The ceremony is over!" Jude’s voice boomed, carrying the full weight of his Alpha power. The murmuring died down instantly. "My mind was not my own. I was misled, and my feelings were manipulated by dark magic."

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.

Richard asks. “I’ve been helping Fred to deal with his anger,” Jude says, and I can feel the judgment coming from Richard. “Not very clever, now he is a fucking killing machine, that can ruin him you know?” Richard says and Jude takes a deep breath. “Relax,” he says, and I can’t help but chuckle and regret it immediately. I would never think that Jude would tell Richard to relax.

His hair was slicked back, his smile sharp and practiced. “Found beneath the old water tunnels,” he continued, voice carrying easily, “battered, bleeding, but still breathing. A survivor of the surface raids. A fighter of the Northern Rebellion. A Lycan.” The crowd stirred. I caught whispers in the air — “traitor,” “The Rogue King will love this one.” The announcer gestured lazily toward me. “They call him Cardan. Some of you may know the name. Others may not care. But you will, once you see what he can do.”

Carr made his point to Jószef who nodded. "Jószef, remember, as the future Alpha of your pack, you do have some constraints. Remember them." Guillame had made his point as well before they left the room. Jószef swallowed hard. He didn't want to scare her. He remained sitting on the couch and she stayed in place near the desk across the room. "My name is Jószef Kardos. You know we are mates?"

“Most patients don’t have the privilege of wasting the hospital resources because they are having a bad day.” I want to defend my father, to say it wasn’t just a bad day but possibly one of the worst days ever but I stop myself when I look up and see the intensity of his gaze. Jude is a charming but also very serious man. He leaves no room for argument, but he also doesn’t give you a reason to argue. He knows what he is talking about and tells you with conviction, warmth, and a lack of judgment. He's almost the exact opposite of Atlas.

Although Jude barely avoided it, the powerful momentum sent him flying again, and he broke a few of his rib bones. Jude was terrorized as he hurried to say, “I admit defeat! I surrender! The ones who offended you are from Admiralporium. Go kill them! I won’t stop you!” Yvette was in disbelief. “Mr. Held, how could you do this!?” Jude snapped back in anger, “You idiots! Who asked you to offend someone so skilled? You deserve it!” Yvette was disappointed. She had admired people from Eternalporium so much, only for Jude to turn out to be a scum at such a critical juncture. She had just supported him so openly!

Such a lucky bastard. Meanwhile, Jude, on the other hand, in a desperate bid to salvage what remained of his reputation and business ventures, swallowed his pride and reached out to Hideous Montenegro, hoping for a chance at redemption. He doesn't want to end his business just because of the foolishness of his own daughter. Besides, his daughter wasn't the real culprit, and if he begs for mercy, then maybe Hideous will think of letting him go. Despite having already disowned his daughter, Jude knew that he needed Hideous' forgiveness if he had any hope of saving the projects he had with the government.