Jude Cardan Novels & Stories

Hailey's POV "That's impossible," I said, staring at the monitor. "Jude's dead. We saw him die." "We saw a cabin explode," Lucian corrected. "We assumed he died. But the body was never recovered. Never verified." "The conspirator told me he was alive. Showed me proof. I thought it was manipulation. Fake photos. Lies." "Apparently not lies. He's standing at our perimeter. Very much alive." I watched the screen as warriors brought Jude closer. He looked terrible. Thin. Scarred. Aged beyond his years. Whatever he'd endured had broken something fundamental.

"Crocodile tears!" A wolf clan elder suddenly leaped onto the platform. His claws slammed hard against the Soul Vision Device. The screen flickered. It went black for a moment. Then it jumped back to life. He pointed at me, his knuckles white with rage. "Years ago, little Aiden knelt at your cave door! His head was bloody from banging against the stone! Why didn't you open the door?! Speak up! Why are you playing dumb now?!"

that gets my attention and I walk to him standing up in my full height at 5'5 my heels making me feel taller than I am. He bites his lips looking at me from my toes to my cute cat ears he has never looked at me sexually or anything like that to him I am an abomination since I am mixed his words not mine " You will give me the money " Yes I will Jude is not handsome in a classical way he has a broken nose he's pale he has obsidian hair but he has a body of a magic Mike dancer if you have seen one not big just lean enough to have the six pack my friend Carmen has a bit of a crush on him.

"Matchmaking! He married without love... and this girl also can't stand his cold shoulder, oh nope, he's all cold! He's all cold, there's nothing so sweet about him at all... except for finding rice packets because he's my manager, that's called romantic, finding the flip flops that I lost at the photoshoot location is also romantic? I don't know... He's that kind of person, he rarely smiles! If I don't force him, he won't even grin. Humph..." "Oh, that's why he got divorced?" "Not really. He's ordinary... but his wife, well maybe he's cold and she needs affection... so she looks for another man, gets caught by him, and .... divorced." "What's his name..." "Jude, Jude Mario, a cool but cold

"Just two days ago. How are you, Cardo?" Cardo shrugged. "Just great." Carmella had a huge crush on Cardo even though she knows Cardo wasn't going to leave Jessica for her. This dude has gotten use to bis slut. Boyle snickered. "Can you please hide your stupid crush? You're a grown woman already." "Shut up Boyle." Carmella said sharply. Cardo stood up from the chair. "I have a meeting to attend to. See you later." He turned and walked out of my study.

"Daniel Zavaro, twenty-nine years old. Six-year veteran of the Texas Mutiny. Number four on last year's Top Twelve most eligible bachelor list as voted by the city of Houston, behind one baseball player and two football players. Single, loves his family, volunteers at a local children's soccer league and all around nice guy." I stare at her, mouth gaping. "I can't believe you know all that." "I can't believe you don't," Sue says. "I didn't know about his volunteer work, but even I bought one of those sexy calendars they put together from the guys on that list." I cock my head at her. "What? It was for charity." "Seriously, Quincy," Geni says, turning back to her client. "He is ridiculously

You'll live like a normal teenager for once. "Who do you work for really?" I asked sitting up "Cardinal or Xavier?" "Jennifer works for Cardinal." Damanico turned to looked at me "I'm loyal to Xavier." "Wait, what?" I asked confused "You kidnapped me remember?" "That was just a throw off." he explained "I still work for Xavier although he thinks I betrayed him. Cardinal is my uncle making Lucario, Alessandro and I cousins. Lucario and I only pretended to work for Cardinal in order to get closer to you. As I told you my father agreed to protect yours and had links with Xavier's parents. Cardinal got jealous because Xavier's father hated his trickery and because of spite Cardinal killed my par

His mind raced, struggling to comprehend the enigmatic statement Jude had uttered. Seeking clarity and guidance, Miguel set out to find Zelda. He journeyed through the labyrinthine corridors of his thoughts, his footsteps echoing the tumultuous echoes of his heart. The weight of the Messiah's words propelled him forward, fueled by a blend of apprehension and a glimmer of renewed hope. As he reached Zelda's side, Miguel's voice trembled with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation. "Zelda," he began, his eyes searching hers for a glimpse of understanding. "Jude... Jude said there is another... another child."

Luciano POV I’ve never understood the appeal of honor. It's loud. Messy. Bleeds all over my floor. And yet, there he was again—Jude, all busted ribs and busted pride, dragging his broken body through the night like he still had something to prove. Fool. But I’ll give him one thing: he doesn’t die easily. I watched him from the backseat of the black Escalade, parked just far enough from the club’s stench to breathe. His hoodie was torn. His knuckles raw. The photo of his sister crumpled in his hand like a talisman.

“Mom and dad insisted we all take an interest in some art or another. Iris is a very talented singer. I did physical art – painting, sculpture. That sort of thing.” “What does Jude do?” Cole smirks, shrugging and looking down. “Jude is…Jude. He has a distinct amount of disdain for something that takes time and practice. But he’s secretly good at a lot of things, even though he refuses to master none of them. He’s one hell of a dancer, and a damned good writer too. Though he’d deny it all if pressed.” The Prince grins at me, clearly proud of his brother. I laugh a little, tilting my head to look down at the wolf carving. “So, why does nobody know about this? The public would love an artistic