Jude From 6teen Novels & Stories

They seemed to be having a tense conversation of some kind, but they fell silent once we approached. "Jude," my mother said in that low, fake sweet voice of hers, "this is my daughter, Mena. She's so excited to meet you! She asked me a million and one questions about you on our drive here!" Jude slides his sunglasses from the bridge of his nose to the top of his head. His hair was thick, dark brown, and wavy. His eyes were blue, too, but they were an even frostier shade than his father's. From a distance, they would look white.

Wiping away my tears with her thumb, she smiled, "Don't judge me, but I couldn't stay away from this crazy man." I tease, "Sorry, it's too late. I'm judging you." Hand extended, my dad approaches Jude, greeting, "I'm Lucus, Ajay's father. And you are?" "Jude. Nice to meet you, Lucus." Joking, my dad says, "Okay, it's nighttime, Jude, so why are you still here?" My dad's laughing, but Jude has a straight face and is staring. Fidgety, I hurry and lock arms with him, saying, "Daddy, Summer, Jude is my fiancée. We're engaged."

I say, and Jo nods her head, smiling. “I met Jude when I was twelve, and as a girl discovering she likes a boy, I thought he was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. Jude is my brother’s best friend. They met in college and they became attached to the hip. He used to come to our house during summer breaks, and sometimes even during the holidays. I used to be so excited every time my parents would set up the guest room... I think that most of you girls will relate. We all had crushes we knew we would never act on,” I say. I take a deep breath, look at my hands, and then focus on the camera again.

he added, his voice taking on a casual, almost conversational tone, "I’ll kill your parents." I sucked in a breath. Jude watched me with cold amusement, like he enjoyed watching the fear seep into my eyes. "Do we understand each other?" he asked. I couldn’t speak. I just gave a small, stiff nod. Jude’s smile widened. "Good girl," he murmured before turning away. "Get some rest. Tomorrow, you have to be the perfect little student at Werewolf Academia." As soon as he left the room, I collapsed onto the bed, my entire body trembling.

I certainly haven’t forgotten about you. The sweat trickling down my back went cold. I hardened my voice as much as possible, forming it into a wall of granite in an attempt to hide all traces of fear. ‘What do you want, Jude?’ ‘What do I want?’ He chuckled, ‘I want a lot of things. World domination, the baseball card I lost when I was six, my darling half-brother to pull his head out of his ass—as if that’ll ever happen—oh, and a pony. A white one to be specific.’

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.

Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun, and she was wearing an oversized sweatshirt that I was pretty sure used to belong to me. "Hey, sweetheart. It's late. Why aren't you sleeping?" "Because I'm nineteen and I do what I want." She grinned then tilted the phone. "Look who's here." Jude appeared beside her, half his face hidden by a pillow. His hair was longer than the last time I had seen him and it was curling over his forehead, almost touching his eyebrows. He looked like his mother. He always had. "Dad," he said flatly. "Jude. You look thrilled to see me."

"If its the glasses you need, then they are on the left lower cabinet. I nod and move to the said cabinet, then take out a glass. I fill it with water and then start heading towards the door with two of the cameras in my palm. "Who really are you, Jada Costa?" I turn to look at him and find he's already doing the same. Jayden Ken Williams Ash blonde hair and pale blue eyes Twenty-seven years old. That's what the file said. I let my eyes roam his body. His file said he's 6'2. He has a perfect height for his sport. I also remember reading that he's seen with different women all the time. The moon light make his eyes seem a bit darker.

*Six's POV* On Saturday, I go watch Paradox play their set. They play at an outdoor venue at some sort of fair. Of course they’re incredible. I expected nothing else. The crowd loves them and I’m fairly convinced they could actually go somewhere with this. After the gig, he takes Theo and me out to dinner. We’re waiting on our food when my phone rings. The caller I.D. says it’s St.Jude’s Hospital and my heart stops. I answer it and say, “Hello?”

Cole I sit in General Amir’s chair as he stands behind me, my body tense, arms folded. My father’s image appears on the computer screen, his face more serious than it usually is, while a second black box loads. I lean forward as it flashes to color, Jude’s image taking shape. “Sorry,” dad says, nodding to us. “Took a minute to get him.” “Bath time,” Jude murmurs, dry, running a hand through his damp hair.