Jude Cardan Novels & Stories

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?”

Xavier: I sat looking at the man who had given me his daughter years ago for an alliance. His eyes meeting mine, studying my expression, wanting to play the game of cards. “I trust that you came here with something to tell me, Marcus.” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Alpha Xavier, I did not think that the two of us weren't on first name basis.” he said, his tone smooth but empty. “I appreciate you seeing me. I would’ve preferred my daughter greeted me first, but I understand she’s… preoccupied. It seems that she has been that way for a while now. I called her but she rarely ever answers.”

“About the nutcase lady, she is the reason why I request your presence.” “Who is she?” “She is the daughter of Alpha Atlas. The Alpha of the CageMoon Pack. Aunt said the nutcase is betrothed to me ever since I was a boy. And I had no fucking idea about it.” “Hold on, Leo…… you are fucking joking, right?” “Did you see me in any costume? I’m dead serious, Man,” I pushed myself up from the couch, and made my way to the mini-bar in my office. I pulled out a bottle of whiskey, stretched it in the direction of Max. “Do you care for any?”

"I swear I'll pay you back, Kane. Just—just help me out this time." The request lingered between them. Kane was a lot of things, but he wasn't heartless. He knew what this world did to people. Finally, he sighed. "I'll send you some money. Drop your details don't bother paying back ." Relief flooded Spade's features. "Fuck, man. Thank you. I won't forget this." Kane clapped a hand on his back. "Work smart, kid. Don't let this place swallow you up."

Jude cackled, “I take it that you've found out all about your father and his death.” “He didn't die, he fucking killed him!” I snarled. Jude movement was restricted by the shackles of chains that held him to the chair. It rustled among one another due to his activity. “Yes, your mate killed your father, took his pack and made it into the multi-billion dollar group, and who's the vice? You,” he mocked. I suddenly wished his mouth was chained too, that tongue of his needed some clipping. “I warned you but you would not listen, you thought you were smart, you were just foolish and helping the enemy all this time,” his words were insulting and it aggravated me because he was right.

“I eventually was out of options so I went to someone I thought could help me. I went to Michael Scott. He was responsible for Carter’s death, but he also had a good reason for it. The night Carter died one of Mike’s men had let me go, so I felt they might be able to help. Mike called Jensen to come from New York to help. Jensen was the one that let me go that night, but at first, he hated me because Carter was responsible for his fiance’s death.” I watched Cornelius and Felix taking everything in. “So who is this man that is after you and why?” Cornelius asked. I nodded and continued my story. “I found out that the man that is after me is Joseph King. Apparently, he is a very big gangster i