Novel & Cerita Jude Duarte Book

“You should remember who you are talking to.” “I’m not someone to show disrespect. But I’ll protect these children, even against their own grandfather, if necessary.” Mansueto let out a croaky laugh, then patted my shoulder. “Jude’s a lucky man.” He turned around and limped back toward the black limousine with his bodyguards. “Everything okay?” Elia inquired. “Yeah.” I hoped I’d convinced Mansueto. Jude worked late, and I fell asleep beside Daniele. When I woke past midnight, I followed the trickle of light downstairs and into the cigar lounge.

"I always thought the female of the species had access to juicy gossip. Look, my innocent sister, your precious Duke is known as 'Devil' Eastland in most circles." "Because he's so hateful?" "Partly. No one dares to cross him, he's deadly with a sword and a pistol, and has been known to duel three men in one week and walk away without a scratch. He is rarely provoked into calling anyone out, but does not flinch from anyone foolish enough to call him out. He's a fierce, savage adversary, as well as an excellent military strategist. That's not all..." Jonathan grimaced. "He has a reputation as a rakehell and rogue, to boot. Cass, he seduces women," he said when she just stared at him blankly.

~Juliet’s Point of View~ RING RING RING “Excuse me,” Jude said, looking down at his phone. He got up and wandered outside, looking every bit a model even in an old Anthrax t-shirt and basketball shorts. Still absolutely mouth watering. “Helllllo,” Jada said, waving her hand in front of me. “Yep,” I said, turning my attention back to my dear sister. “You’ve fallen for him like a fucking body sleeping with the fishes,” she said, making me laugh.

It was a perfect fit. Tara scoped the room for a place to put it. Maggie insisted she keep the book safe. The second-floor den had an enormous bookcase built into the wall. If she placed it on the top shelf it could easily blend in with the array of books of all shapes and sizes that were stuffed, shoved and crammed in rows from floor to ceiling. She felt a little light headed when she stood up. She couldn’t decide if it was from the power emanating from the book she held close to her chest or simply because she stood up too fast. Whatever the reason, she took the time to stand still and wait for her equilibrium to come back before heading off to the den. ****

"He has done it before. And the people who believed it did not come out of it well." She looks up at me one final time. "If you let him, you will be his next prey." Then she looks back at her book. The conversation is over, so I let myself out. ‘Don't be deceived by whatever sob story Jude is telling you.’ I think about Jude in sessions. He’d begun to open up to me. He told me sparingly about his childhood, but was more open about what his current life looked like. How he had a sense of humour, but you couldn’t tell because of his signature cold expression.

Davina’s POV I continued to flip through the journals, reading a page here and there. There was a consistency throughout them all. Many pages were stained where his tears fell on the ink and smudged it. Especially the ones where he talks about us and my mother. Wondering how we were doing and what we looked like over the years. He also wrote a lot about Jude. About his relationship with his father, which never seemed to improve a lot as the years passed. He wrote that despite all that, Jude was a good person. Cold, heartless maybe, but not evil. He was sure that when the time came, Jude would protect me somehow. It was meant to be after all, courtesy of the prophecy.

Jude asks, walking over, danger gleaming in his deep green eyes. Jude has been itching to take Alden out since his mate was killed two years ago. He isn’t from the outliers like Avi and me. He came from inside the city, but they took away his mate when a guard picked a fight with him. After a couple of months, he felt the bond break and he came seeking revenge. He can’t utter her name without breaking down, so we eventually stopped asking what it was. His fiery red hair is a wild mess as he takes a seat next to Avi, reaching over and stealing a book that he had picked up and looked through.

I say. THE END Book three is called The Strong, and it is Jude Ashford’s story. Dylan and Jo will be a part of that book. You will see what happens to them through Jude’s eyes. Jude is the second oldest brother and the quietest one of them all. He is a mystery to his brothers, but time will knock down his defenses and expose him to everyone. Join the Ashford’s finding out who Jude Ashford really is.

Asked Alexander "Apart from few things this book is really disappointing" ( the book mentioned above is a real book and it is actually very interesting. the reason why jude said she found it disappointing was she already knew alot of stuff in it) "Then why reading it?" kristopher asked "I started it so i should finish too. who knows something new get added to my knowledge and....." Jude paused and looked up "i hate being disturbed while reading" her tone was firm and serious Even though Jude was not even half of the weight of the three men all of them couldn't muster courage to speak and Jude resumed her reading

Shrugged, he replies, "I was raised on an island by Indigenous and Latino people, so cut me some slack. I guess this is our time to learn about each other." I tell Jude, I'm American Indian and Black. He's American Indian and Mexican, mixed with Brazilian. "Brazilian? Who was born in Brazil?" "Mama." "Oh wow. Yeah, now that I think about it, she does look swirly like that. ... How does your mom look?" Jude goes to my end table and grabs his phone. Scrolling through his photos, he stops, gazes at his screen, and then shows me his mother. Big-eyed, I stammered, "That's my spirit guide!"