Jude And Cardan Novels & Stories

My stomach twisted as I saw the satisfaction in the depths of his eyes, the same look he’d worn the day he discarded me when I stopped being useful. Goddess… this man was the most evil thing walking the earth. Or at least he thought he was the slickest one of all. Turns out there’s always someone smarter than you expect. “Luca Miller,” the King declared, putting on the courtroom show, “you stand accused of pushing your mate and causing her death. How do you plead?” “Innocent, Your Majesty. I wasn’t even on that terrace at the time, and I have a witness who can confirm it. I was speaking with my Patriarch Vasiliev. He won’t let me lie…”

Jude says and Benny frowns. “He can’t go to Vegas, counting cards, and he owes money to very dangerous people over there, all of his residence address is here in England, and he has three offshore accounts where he is sending money every month from the company, as a safety net in case he wouldn’t get the company,” Jude says and I still can’t believe I allowed myself to fall for someone like that.

"You are half of the reason for my miserable life. i left because of you" Jude said "And i would make sure i am the reason you come back. after all the position for my right hand is still vacant"

"Mother, Father, what's wrong? Why is Cathy crying?" "Are you guys fighting again?" asked the oldest brother. Jude Smith. The heir to the Duke of the North. At the age of twenty, he managed to defeat the Captain Knight of the Imperial Palace, and now he is one of the most admired by everyone. He is also assigned to capture rogue werewolves. "Your sister has made a decision," their mother said gently. The concern on the faces of Cathy's brothers increased, and their reactions also became serious. They looked at their mother. "What did she decide to do?" asked the second son.

It was twirling and tried to entangle into Sonya's palm. "Sonya Duville, we have a destiny that we should complete in this your life time. I am your destiny, I am The Wizard of The Cardinals is calling upon your soul to entangle with my soul...in the power of magic..." Richard Cardinal stared at Sonya who was cowering in her place in front the hinged stone. Next to her, Clayton was bending down.

Jude stepped out from behind me, his eyes disturbingly clear. "Let's talk about being clean." Jude walked up to Marco, looking down at the pathetic clown. "Why do you think I married Odessa?" Jude chuckled, slowly unbuttoning his left cufflink to reveal an old scar on his wrist. It was a bite mark. Deep. Bone-deep. "Ten years ago. A back alley in Brooklyn. I was just some starving bastard, getting the shit kicked out of me by a pack of thugs." Jude's voice seemed to travel through time. "I thought I was going to die that day."

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.

The realisation once again had her heart in a clenching hold. “Oh! That’s so nice of you.” “I’m Jude. Mr Romano’s housekeeper. Bit of advice. Be careful around Master, he’s an artist and can be…sensitive to certain things.” Rara frowned but smiled regardless of the hidden meaning behind her words. “I’ll be…” “Rara.” A smooth, deep voice sliced through the air like a freshly sharpened knife. “Mr Romano.” Jude’s soft tone disappeared with the suddenness of a blown-out candle flame. Breathless deference replaced it. “I thought you were—“

“Mr. Smith, I’m stuck in traffic now. Please wait for me at East 2 gate, and I’ll arrive in about ten minutes.” “Alright.” After hanging up the phone, Jude let out an exhale and walked toward East 2 Gate, clutching the bag of herbs in his arms. To his surprise, as soon as he arrived, he caught sight of a man standing there who claimed to be Christopher. “Hello, are you Mr. Jude Smith?” The man was wearing a flashy tuxedo and had a stylish haircut. He grinned and walked over when he saw Jude approaching. For some reason, Jude could not help feeling repulsed by this man. He took a small step backward and asked, “Who are you?”

“Okay.” Isaac clears his throat. “This is my best friend, Jude,” he says to Adam. Before Adam can say anything, Jude whirls me around, takes my hand, and pulls me away from the bar. He marches his way to the far end of the compound, away from the crowd. “That was rude!” I comment, finally being able to dig my feet into the grass and bring us to a stop. He lets go of my hand and turns on me. “Oh? Do you want to go back and keep drooling at him?”