Jude Parker Novels & Stories

Doctor Greg yelled, attempting to wriggle himself out of the chair. Kira opened the pendant and saw two pictures, a woman and a child. She believed the woman was his wife, While the child was his daughter. She turned to him and narrowed her eyes. "You have a family, and you destroy other families without emotions. Is that all you do?" Trevor stepped towards Kira while answering her question and glanced at the picture. The face was familiar. He had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember where exactly. Trevor furrowed his brows and stared ahead as he tried to remember who she was.

“Just like you look like you spent half the night searching through the rubble of Lucille’s house to find scraps of my old underwear.” It was a lie, and there wasn’t a person in the room who didn’t know it. Jude’s hair was perfectly messy, hanging over his forehead to partially obscure his scar. The white t-shirt he wore stood out in contrast to the dark leather jacket. Several pins stuck out of the material, most of which for bands I didn’t recognize. “Don’t mean you aren’t still my goddess, little dove, and why would I search for scraps when I can steal the ones you’re wearing?” He winked.

I didn’t answer. I knew that he did not care, Not about me, not about mother, not about anyone else. I did not even understand how she lived with him throughout all this time, but this was what it was to be me, to be her, to be raised, to be obedient, to stand for a man, to do everything for you while you just obeyed. But when my eyes found him, I almost froze. The same man who stood there… He stood at the end of the aisle, beneath a silver arch of twisted branches and moonflowers, his face carved from stone. Dark hair, darker eyes. A black suit tailored like armor.

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

In her thirties probably, and there’s a man standing beside her. I know him. He’s Mr. Walker, Jude’s dad. I’ve seen him once or twice at school during parents’ meetings, and ‘that’s Jude Walker’s dad’ was whispered all around. The woman looks young, way too young to be his mother. Besides, she’s not blonde, and one among Jude’s parents must have been blonde for him to get his gorgeous hair from.

I'd thought my life was going to be the worse when father and mother decided to divorce not knowing someone never knew what it felt like to have a father around them. "Oops! Where are my manners? I didn't introduce myself." I slapped my laps and stared at the ceiling. "My name is Jade Parker and I'm not a popular or a nerd. I love to read books and write even if I haven't been doing them of recent. I have a fat headed brother and music is food for my soul." "Nice intro." She smiled sweetly at me. "I'm Lola Smith. I love to read books too and I've been a ghost in this school. Not exactly a nerd, but minding my business was like a job I was devoted to."

I live two buildings away and I know who’s the responsible person for this party. Angelo Parker, as soon as his name crosses my mind, he walks past me, wrapping his arms around my best friend’s shoulders, pulling them away from me. Jamie looks back over her shoulder and I wave her off, raising my full beer bottle as I offer her a shaky smile. Angelo Parker is the sexiest quarterback in the world.

Jake Of all the people in the world to expect to see at his favorite rental house, Kari Martin wasn't one of them. When she opened the door he almost stumbled backwards, her long hair pulled up in a girlish ponytail, her clothes relaxed and feet bare. He'd played it cool the entire time, his voice in his own head constantly reminding him of the danger, forever beating him up at the idea of trying again.

“We don’t even concern ourselves in the Gwakes’ affair. Who are you to get involved?” The mockery and taunts were directed at Kaze. “Really? Are the Gwakes really that awesome?” Kaze smiled nonchalantly and looked at Faith. “I slapped Jude at Drake Gym last night. “How are you, the wife, planning on getting even on behalf of your husband?” Faith and the other four ladies froze. He slapped Jude. His words stirred a wave of emotions in them. Who was Jude? He was the deputy chief of the Viper’s Den South River State Branch, an influential figure in Riverbank.

“You should have told them. You should have told her.” “I didn’t know how,” he said simply. “And I’m tired. I’ve spent my whole life watching shadows move, waiting for this day. No one believed me. Now that it’s here, they want me to prove my innocence. Let them.” Jina felt tears sting her eyes. Not out of sorrow, but the sheer complexity of what stood before her. This man wasn’t cruel. He wasn’t heartless. He was just... broken. “You still believe in her,” she said quietly.