Jude Duarte Novels & Stories

I sat alone in that row of three seats, and cried and cried and cried. "Donna?" I looked up to see a tall, lanky man with an overgrown beard. "I'm Angelo." He offered. "I am Sergio's underboss." I nodded. "I'm not your Donna. Your Don is inside fighting for his life because of me." Angelo eyed the seat beside me, and I told him to sit down. "Jace is dead." He said. "Good." "Landon is alive, but we have him now." I nodded. "Okay."

We have a private room in the stadium to watch the games. When I open the door, I find Jude already sitting, cradling a beer in his hand. His eyes meet mine, and he gives me a small nod before he looks out the window again, focusing on the ice. Jude is so quiet. He is the quietest one of all of us. We are all different, but Jude is like a polar bear that likes to live… alone. “Hey man,” I say, sitting next to him. He offers me his hand, and I shake it before taking my jacket off.

Camila's P.O.V "Okay, I'm off" Judie smiles at me from my room doorway. She was all dressed up, wearing a brown coat over her attire, I didn't ask to get a look at her outfit because I just know she's dressed for some work thing. "Oh, off to New Zealand already?" I ask, sitting up and placing my iPad on the bed next to my many papers and pillows. "Yes, the boss demands it" she chuckles, her eyes looked at me longily after a few seconds.

Jade tapped her feet impatiently on the floor as she scrolled through N*****x, searching for something to watch. None appealed to her as her mind was preoccupied with Shawn. It was almost 9 pm and he still hadn't returned. He hadn't even sent her a text to inform her of his job or that he wanted to move out. Now that Sergio was away, and only his mom was home, it made sense for him to accompany her. She was being selfish to hope he would still stay with her. To hope he would choose her over his mom. To think she meant anything to him.

However, remembering Nathan’s words, I knew that my own category was different in his eyes, at least, that was how he made me feel. “I’m sorry for disrespecting you the way that I did, Luna Katerina. I know that it was uncalled for, and that it is your every right to get what you got from Alpha Nathan, he is your husband, but I couldn’t help but be jealous of it. I know it’s stupid, and I know that I had no right to do so, but I couldn’t help it” Jade said, honestly. I looked down at my feet, processing what she said before I nodded.

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But I saw it in her eyes, she wasn’t doing it for herself. She was doing it for me. For Isla. And I knew then that I’d already lost the war I thought I could win. Because Sienna De Luca wasn’t just a mother to my child. She was everything I never thought I could have. And Giovanni… just made it painfully clear how much I had to lose.

" Jude said. "What is it?" Anderson asked, getting interested and hopeful. "I'll tell you but first, Do you have a laptop here?" Jude asked. "I do" Anderson replied. "Go get it," Jude said. Anderson left and returned with the laptop, handing it to Jude who opened it and began punching some of the keys, Anderson stood behind him, watching keenly yet confusedly. "What are you doing?" Anderson asked. "Creating a website for your bride seeking purpose" Jude said. Anderson brows furrowed, he was even more confused.

“Perks of being the captain’s sister.” I sat beside her and clutched my jacket tighter around myself while trying to make myself smaller, invisible, safe. Then the teams skated out onto the ice and my breath caught in my throat because Jude was there, number seventeen on his jersey and he looked so different in his gear. Bigger somehow, more dangerous, like he belonged to the ice and the ice belonged to him. The game started and I couldn’t look away. I was enchanted.

The girls seemed to beam with excitement, I never understood the liking of such dances to entertain mother Lunas, but then again, I knew the reason behind them was to show dominance and power. I rose with the others, instinctive, controlled. I had learned long ago that discipline was survival dressed as obedience. Theia’s gaze lingered on me. “You adapt and learn quickly,” she said, her voice carrying across the room. “Your pronunciation in Old Runes is precise. And your command of the eastern dialect is… impressive. I can tell that you’ve learned them before. I am glad that you haven’t forgotten whatever education you got before.” Murmurs followed. I felt them stiffen.