Novel & Cerita Jude From The Cruel Prince

"Ah... good afternoon, teacher." Ives said pulling away from his teacher's hand. Judas smiled and nodded his head and then gestured them to come inside. King Raleigh walked forward with Ives, holding and rubbing Ives's hand. Then he kissed Ives's palm right in front of Judas like showing who Ives actually belonged to. Judas was surprised at first but later smiled helplessly seeing his highness's childish action. His highness looked like a child protecting his favourite toy. Well, he was also glad to find out somebody could actually make his highness feel like that because he had always seen his highness's face devoid of any emotion since his highness lost his father and he was happy to know

"King Judas, you just scared my bunnies away." Dressed in an ankle-length, unbuttoned, loose black robe that revealed the grey tunic up to the abdomen—which would have exposed more undershirt if it were not for the charcoal sash securing around his waist—Judas's lips quirked up, forming a smile on the square face shape. The pairs of lava-red eyes, hidden beneath shoulder-length hair as dark as his outer attire, were fixed intently on the beauty before him. "It is a good thing, though, my princess. We can now talk privately with no disturbance," Judas replied with a big smile as if he considered the glare to be a cupid's arrow that shot straight into his heart.

This, this humiliation, is what Richard has reduced me to. My blood boils so hot I can taste metal on my tongue. “He will pay,” I whisper under my breath. “Ready?” Jude asks, voice careful. “Do we have a choice?” “No.” He squeezes my hand, firm, certain, and together we head for Room 103. *** When I step out of the bathroom, Jude is already sprawled across the pathetic excuse of a couch, long legs dangling over the armrest, arms folded stubbornly across his chest. He looks ridiculous, like a prince stuffed into a dollhouse.

Jude held my gaze for a long moment, then, almost lazily, he leaned against the wall and murmured, "The same one Brooke was after." The room went eerily silent. A cold sensation trickled down my spine. "You want to be the hybrid king?" I asked, watching him carefully. For the first time, Jude didn’t respond with mockery. He didn’t smirk, didn’t tease. Instead, after an agonizing pause, he simply said, "No." Then, after an even longer silence, he corrected himself. "I want to be the Lycan King."

When he opened the video he saw Jude wearing a literal armor and without her black lenses. not to forget she was crying. "Dear Kristoper! My real name is Jude Williams of the family Williams. The underworld Williams. You must be familiar with the Organization which my family runs and yes i was a part of that at one point in my life. I am sorry. Yes there are alot of things i need to ask for apology but....... I knew who you were but only after our encounter with Celine. I never knew your real identity

Cory said calmly. Prince Corithias swung around and kicked Judas in the teeth. Grabbing him by the throat, he raised the man up with one strong arm, having him dangling in air and turning beet red without oxygen. “How dare you defy the throne!” The prince shouted, his neck and temple veins throbbing with anger. “Take this traitor to the dungeon and have Lucius give him a beating to remember before I kill him with my bare hands,” he said, throwing Judas at Geoffrey’s feet.

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.

“Help me, U-Uncle Jude…” “Smack!” Jude drew close and slapped Naix off his feet. “Bastard! I only hired you as the vice president because of Faith. “Is this how you repay me? “I can’t believe you’d harm my precious daughter. “You’re asking for it!” Still furious, Jude went ahead and stomped on Naix. “Crack!” As a fracturing sound echoed through, Naix let out an agonized cry. Jude crushed both of Naix’s kneecaps.

But what they saw made them freeze in their tracks. Zane was there, tied to a chair, beaten and bloody. But he wasn't alone. The rogue prince, a man known for his cruelty, stood over him, a wicked smile on his face. "Well, well, well," the rival Alpha sneered. "If it isn't little Bianca, come to save her precious Alpha." Bianca narrowed her eyes, her grip tightening on her weapon. "Let him go," she growled, her voice low and dangerous. The rogue prince, Jude just laughed. "Or what? You'll fight me? You and your pack of mutts?"

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?