Jude From 6teen Novels & Stories

Truth be told, he was one of the few people she had been genuinely curious to meet. Frederick chuckled, his tone lighthearted. “Ah, Jude. You know how he is. Always on the move.” He gestured toward a far corner of the room. “There he is, with his group of friends. Always the charmer, that one. That boy never ceases to amaze us, even as his parents.” Nina followed Frederick’s gaze, and there he was—Jude. He was surrounded by a group of people, laughing easily, his charisma practically radiating from him. But something else caught her attention—something that made her breath hitch.

The second I walked through Jude’s door, my body betrayed me completely and I remembered I was just an Omega. I am Frank. A twenty years old, chubby Latino boy, only five foot three. And the moment my stepbrother’s scent slammed into me, my knees went weak and slick started dripping down my thighs. Jude was a pureblood Alpha like his father. He was six foot one, powerfully built, black, and radiating dominance. Mum traveled with his dad on honeymoon, and I had been alone for a while.

I gasped slightly taken a back at those words but they were just to my liking. Jude paused, taking a deep breath, his chest heaving with anger. "I care about Aria, actually, more than care. I love your daughter, and nothing, especially small-minded people like you, will ever do to change my mind. And I will not tolerate you bullying or harassing her because of her weight or anything else she may do." Jude, just with what he said made me cry, but even cry more tears of happiness. Jude huffed, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his eyes blazing with fury. I was still in shock, reeling from his fierce defense, from the unexpected confession.

“We did knock. Twice. You didn’t hear shit because your vibrator is too damn loud. We hear it through the walsl every night.” Jude pushes past him, eyes bright with wicked excitement. Before I can stop him, he reaches under the blanket and snatches the vibrator from my hand, holding it up. It’s still buzzing, slick with my arousal. “Give that back!” I lunge for it, but the blanket falls away, leaving me in a thin tank top and tiny shorts with my hard nipples clearly visible. “Relax, little sis,” Jude says, turning the toy in his hand. “This thing is cute, but way too small. No wonder you sound so frustrated every night. This little buzzing toy isn’t enough for a greedy pussy like yours.”

“Please, please…” Judas hugged Mavie close to his body again, and without saying a word, he rolled them both for Mavie to atop Judas, then he spoke. “Why don’t you ride my cock, if that would make you forget the pain…?” Judas offered. Judas was not a teenage boy who would typically be foolishly excited and end up exploding too soon. He was confident that his endurance had been well trained and polished over the years; he could let the game last long enough for Mavie to feel satisfied.

He was wearing a simple black leather jacket over a dark t-shirt, looking completely relaxed in a place that made me feel like I was facing a firing squad. "I didn't mean to scare you," he said, stopping a few feet away. A slow, lazy smirk spread across his handsome face. "I am Jude." I pressed my back harder against the wall, crossing my arms defensively. My mom's rules were still ringing in my ears, but she had said not to speak to the council. She hadn't said anything about a guy who looked like he belonged on a luxury fashion runway. "Ivory," I replied, keeping my voice short.

she asked, her eyes wide and hanging on my every word. I made a noise through my teeth, still salty about it, over two decades later. But I was a rich asshole now and those guys were probably dead or in jail. Could have been my path too if not for Jude. Somehow two asshole kids destined for not a whole lot leaned on each other and got their shit together. But the most important thing was that we broke the cycle set by our parents. “Fuck, easily six figures, I mean it was a haul from whole place. Giving us each a grand was a damn insult. Jude was pissed! He’d been in that duct all day long, even pissed in a bottle,” I said, laughing.

How weird. We waited twenty minutes before Jude came back out. “We have our six. If I call your name, please stand. Joy, Shauna, Julian, Orlando, Willow and…” God I was so nervous. I didn’t get it. That was okay, I still had a great time. “Nathaniel.”

Kelvin gave a forceful nod. "Scram." The first to use profanity was Jude , and when Stella heard him, she was shocked and turned to stare at his side. Those soft eyes clearly had a hint of coldness. He had a totally different appearance than normal. So, was the saying that everyone has two sides true? Jude gave the impression of being kind to everyone, but in reality, he had a very stern and unforgiving side. He had already swung sideways in contemplation, in time to meet Stella’s gaze.

He is the joy of my life, and I can never thank you enough for allowing me to be his mom when you couldn't. If by some magical means you ever see this, know how proud I am of you. Every time I look into your little boy's eyes, I see the love you gave him shining through. You took a chance, and then you left the perfect results for me to enjoy. I miss you, little sis. Always. Love, Q END OF VOLUME 1: JUKED