Jude Heartfilia Novels & Stories

I expected everything, even seeing her tied up and in tears, but instead, I see her laughing at something the older one said to herself. Ignacio turns to me in his chair and smiles. “How long, Death Knight. I didn't know that I would miss you so much. - I hate your ironic tone. Judith gives me a startled look and I snort in disbelief. I should remember that Ignácio is not your typical 100% cruel and scary mobster. He's just an imbecile dressed in black and with power in his hands... I stare at the young redhead in the most nervous way possible. “Judith, go upstairs and go to Mario. Now.

Vivian apologised and bit her lips. "It's okay, we all eat lies when our hearts are empty and hungry." "...What's your name?" "Jeroboam. Jeroboam Hatsugu. You can call me anything, though I prefer Jericho." - To be continued

For a moment, Jessica's mind got distracted as she pushed her focus towards her son, trying to console him. "He can sense your despondency" Butter Jeffrey's voice suddenly interrupted her. But unlike the first, she wasn't surprised, she is now used to his sudden appearance all the time. He greets anyone who steps foot in the house, as that is part of his job. But Jessica does not want him to see her in a state of low spirits, she hates it.

" She stood and walked toward me before pressing a finger against my chest, right above my heart. "We're strict with you because we need you healthy. If you get careless for even a second and something happens to this heart, how are you going to answer Nathaniel? How are you going to answer to the family?" The same words. Always the same words. I'd heard them tens of thousands of times over the past decade. Ten years ago, on the day I was finally brought back to the Salazars, Nathaniel Salazar—the adopted son they had raised for eighteen years in my place—suddenly died from heart failure.

my words fall, but he doesn't respond. He peels his sight up, stretching his hands up to meet mine. Like an innocent fool, he doesn't flinch in his actions, but pushes on, like some stranger who meets someone new. “Thane Ajoku” he calls his name, while handing me his hands. Thane wears a calm dominar on his face, while I breathe flames. I know he certainly stands enjoying every bit of this. A shut show of a broken heart, that wouldn't forget its past and let go. The crushing feeling of having to meet those eyes, that stared deeply, betraying your trust, with no care in the world.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

He had always been proud and cold, always the one standing above everyone, giving orders. But now, he was crying like a child who'd been kicked out of his own home. If this were the past, my heart would have immediately softened. I would have rushed to hold him. But now, I felt like I was watching the end of a pathetic play. Once the curtain falls, it's over. My heart was calm, untouched. People are like that. When you hold something in your hand, you toss it around carelessly. Only when it's thrown away do you realize you want to pick it back up.

Next to it, he had written, "For Thalia's heart condition, I must go into medicine." I closed my eyes, and the tears came silently. So, Jude wasn't uninterested in everything after all. He had simply given his whole heart to someone else. In that moment, I completely gave up on our seven-year marriage.

His mind raced, struggling to comprehend the enigmatic statement Jude had uttered. Seeking clarity and guidance, Miguel set out to find Zelda. He journeyed through the labyrinthine corridors of his thoughts, his footsteps echoing the tumultuous echoes of his heart. The weight of the Messiah's words propelled him forward, fueled by a blend of apprehension and a glimmer of renewed hope. As he reached Zelda's side, Miguel's voice trembled with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation. "Zelda," he began, his eyes searching hers for a glimpse of understanding. "Jude... Jude said there is another... another child."

“Jude’s my kin. My everything. You ain’t winning.” He laughs again, stepping back, cloak swirling. “Kin? Cute. Your love’s gonna kill him faster.” He paces, his vibe heavy, making the air cold as fuck. “His mother—Seraphin, pure as you. I took her, made Jude. But he’s flawed. You? You’re perfect for this.” He taps the altar, runes flaring, pulling harder at my blood, pain ripping through me like a knife.