Jude Cardan Mga Nobela at Kwento

Jude made sure he had them follow not until Jude's eyes widened. Provoking the almighty Jude Rafael Sanders shouldn't be in your bingo card. He hates seeing those people he cares about being treated like shit and in danger. Jude couldn't take seeing the perpetrator crashing Emerald's car. In order to save her, Jude will be needing help to take the sedan down. However, Philmar wasn't behind to support him. “Fuck!” Jude cursed when the perpetrator crashed him against her for the second time around. “How dare you hurt my wife?” He gritted his teeth as soon as Jude made a U-turn.

"I don’t think you want to say that to me, bloodsucker. I’m trying real hard not to kill you. Don’t piss me off with lies. I’ve got enough shit to deal with without you wasting my time." Nodding, the vampire swallows. "My name is Jude, and I work for The Crimson Court." I watch him closely and notice his red eyes widen the longer he stares at me. It’s like seeing me more clearly is making him realize something he hadn’t before, putting two and two together. I don’t know what he’s seeing or why he looks so spooked. He lowers his gaze and swallows again. "It’s okay, baby," I hear Ronan say, drawing my attention from Jude. "Go ahead and get up. You’re safe."

“My name, like yours, is a half truth.” I blinked at him. That was the moment, the moment all secrets would be revealed. “What is your name?” His gaze locked on mine. “Giovanni Domenico Mancini Ferrante. My father is Giovanni Ferrante, head of the Ferrante family.” My stomach dropped. The room seemed to spin and I grabbed hold of him, my eyes never leaving his. “You’re a Ferrante?” Of all the secrets, I was not expecting that. “Technically, yes.”

His stepfather couldn't be bothered with praying, the furious look on his face was probably from calculating the medical bills he would have to settle at the end of everything— not that it would have placed a dent in his pocket. “Mr Carson, could you please tell us what happened to you last night?” Jude stared at each person in the room one at a time. He'd known these people for as long as he could remember; they in turn had also known him. He knew, as he looked into each face, that not a soul would believe the words at the tip of his tongue, and why should they? Furthermore, he had stolen from them, vandalized properties and lied each time because he

“That’s the man you married, Isadora. I understand if you’re scared of me now. I won’t stop you from moving into another bedroom, but you’ll certainly understand that we’ll have to stay married for Simona and Daniele. They can’t lose you too.” I pushed to my feet, crawled on Jude’s lap, and wrapped my arms around him even as he stiffened. I kissed him hard. God, this was horrible. Everything. It wasn’t okay that Jude had killed a man in a jealous rage, but he was a killer, and he, like all the men in our world, had killed for less. Part of me understood. Confusion mingled with hesitant hope in Jude’s eyes. “What… what are you doing?” I pressed my face against his throat. He wrapped an arm ar

This man was even madder than I realized. “What’s ironic in all of this is that Lord Junco created the rebellion to get back at me, but like everyone, he thought the princess had died. Cressida stayed under the radar for so long that even I thought she had perished. So, as a means to pardon himself and bribe me into giving him back control of his beloved Mirra, he offered the rebellion.

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.”

Hell, I was surprised that his own idiot of a father thought that he was worthy of it; but then again, if an idiot like him believed that Giovanni wouldn’t kill him the second he got the compass, then what else was I going to expect? I drove toward Dante’s house, shaking my head at the fact that Leonardo was stupid enough to not only kill his mate, but his heir, the Eye’s Heir, and though I knew that I most likely wouldn’t be able to save the child; saving the woman would spare him the sin which would lead to his death. The man deserved to watch the man he served die first before he was killed by the man he betrayed.

Jude held my gaze for a long moment, then, almost lazily, he leaned against the wall and murmured, "The same one Brooke was after." The room went eerily silent. A cold sensation trickled down my spine. "You want to be the hybrid king?" I asked, watching him carefully. For the first time, Jude didn’t respond with mockery. He didn’t smirk, didn’t tease. Instead, after an agonizing pause, he simply said, "No." Then, after an even longer silence, he corrected himself. "I want to be the Lycan King."

Jude answered smoothly, "And if you are curious about the rest of the unqualified subjects, they are already dead. So you don't have to worry about this getting leaked out." Gio nodded in approvement. He touched one of the humans' skin, feeling the skin was still warm. He was satisfied with Jude's work. Jude was the best among their supplier; he kept improving his work quality while the others eventually grew some balls to rebel against them. In the end, those ungrateful people were killed by Gio.