Jude Parker Novels & Stories

"I'm not sure, but whatever it is, I don't think it's related to the truce you established. He doesn't sound too good. He wants to see you in an hour." "Well, it's a good thing I handled things, right?" The opium dealer on my floor groans and attempts to get up but falls into a useless bloody heap. "Take care of that, okay? I'll meet you in the car. I want to make a quick stop at the coffee shop on the way." Gelo drags the unconscious body across the floor. "You always want to swing by that coffee shop." "They make the best caramel latte I've ever tasted. Plus, Keia is a lovely girl. She runs a small business. It's important to support small businesses."

My heart beat loudly when I saw it was an unknown number calling. Was my sister in trouble again? “Hello?” I greeted. “Hazel Thompson?” “This is her.” “This is the Heart Care Psychiatric ward. I wanted to inform you that Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy have discontinued the payment for your brother, Drake Thompson’s treatment. If it is not paid by the time the week ends, we’ll have to discharge him.” I felt like crying. My grandparents were the ones who were supposed to cover the cost of my brother’s treatment—a brother nobody but my family knew existed.

I swear it. When I returned to the pack house, Jake was already there, his face twisted in pain as he spoke with a group of warriors. He looked up as I approached, his eyes locking onto mine. “Who?” he asked simply. “Tim,” I said, my voice breaking. “They killed Tim.” Jake’s expression darkened, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might break. He turned away, slamming his fist into the nearest wall. The sound echoed through the room, a raw, physical manifestation of his rage.

I’m slender, but I’m tall and toned, and I’m far from quiet. Judd’s an attractive guy- he’s bulky and muscular like Davis, and he’s got shaggy light brown hair and boyish good looks. His fighting skills make him even more attractive in my book; the dude’s a beast and has consistently stayed near the top of the rankings. He’s probably one of the hottest guys at training camp, but I haven’t paid much attention to that since I’ve been wrapped up in Gray. “The way you kept on fighting even after Carter broke your leg was incredible to watch,” Judd says, tossing back the rest of his drink. I can smell the whiskey on his breath as he speaks.

Peku replied " Sorry but you have to understand'', Understand what, you have to settle this'' Mr.Ralph with a loud tone told Mr.Peku Meanwhile, in the morning Mr.Peku went to the police station, to meet with the captain, "Good morning sir" Mr.Peku told the captain "How may I help you" the captain replied calmly, "Please am here for Jude, am his lawyer Mr.Peku replied then he showed the captain his i.d card. Mr.peku requested that he wants to see jude. The captain asked Mr.Welsh to take Mr. Peku to see jude at the cell.

“I did. Nothing backfired. And it went well. I can even consider it a successful meeting.” “You’re insane,” she hissed, stepping closer. “You think you can just walk into her life, into his world, and expect no one to notice? You think Xavier won’t figure it out? Do you really believe that he is going to fall for this?” “I went as Lorenzo D’Amaris. I’m an investor, nothing more. Xavier doesn’t even know I exist.” I said calmly. “He doesn’t know that I am back in the city just yet. And you’ve made it your mission to stay around him long enough, you know him more than anyone around here. You know that if he was aware of who I was, the men that he had stationed outside her office would have com

I thought about this for a minute, she probably deserved it I thought to myself. “Do we know who the man is?” Mike turned to the window with an angry look on his face. He does know who it is and he is not happy about it. “It is Joseph King. The leader of the Suicide Kings.” My hatred and anger erupted. “Joseph King, what the hell are you thinking? Do we even know why he wants her?” I stood up and paced the office. I couldn’t believe that Mike would be that stupid. Not only was he protecting a woman that we knew nothing about, but he was protecting her from the one man that could kill him and not think twice about it. Mike sighed.

Reentering the gas station's store, I ask the clerk, "Hi, are you familiar with any of the families here?" Smiling, she answers, "Yes. Who are you looking for?" "Uh, a guy named Jude. Sorry, I don't know his last name." "Jude Knight?" "Tall, light brown eyes, kind of built?" I answer. "Definitely, Jude Knight. He lives on Sangre Lake. It's the only home there, so just GPS his street." "Thanks so much." "No problem." Now exiting, once I turn to close the door, I see her watching as she talks on her cell phone.

place Jude texted me. Being a short drive, we arrive before ten minutes and I pay my bills before alighting from the car. I look around the area, only to figure out it’s a pub. It’s not bad though, so I venture into the pub and spot Jude at the bar. He’s sipping his cocktails. I tap on his shoulder and he veers to face me. “Dawn!” He exclaims, lightly and stands to encase me in a swift hug. I smile up at him and settled on the seat beside his. “You look, simple and amazing.” He says, earning a grin from me. “And you look great too.” Jude calls the bartender and he comes forward. Turning over to me, Jude asks. “What would you like to drink?” “Seltzer water, please.” “Isn’t that too, simple?

My anger spits sparks, my voice trembling with fury. Jude ignores me, eyes locked on Jordan. “How?” Jordan’s steps are deliberate, measured, each one pressing weight into my chest. “Because I’m a doctor too.” “You’re what?” Jude asks, stunned. Jordan’s gaze doesn’t leave mine. “Before I became a cop, I was a psychiatrist. License still valid.” His voice is calm, merciless. “I can get her admitted. No problem. She’s clearly not in her right mind.” The floor tilts beneath me. My heart drops straight into my stomach.