Jude Sisters Novels & Stories

Jude, who had been keeping tabs on his little sister, knew that their father would make a move while he was not watching, moving through the rogue's city gate, storming into their father's office with rage in his eyes. "Release her." His voice boomed through the office. Conrad didn't bother looking up, because that would mean a lost battle. "No, son." He spoke quietly looking at his desk still. "You will release her." Jude said again and didn't bother waiting for an answer as he storm through the house walking towards the dungeon and torture room with the intent of killing whoever he meets with his sister. He opened the door and saw Jessica being held down and two guards pulling off her clot

She leaned back wanting to get some peace to think but that was when the door flew open "Jude!" Came in Jude's brother and surprisingly her sisters. "Sisters?" exclaimed Jude "Oh My God! why the hell are you....? were you even going to tell us?" The eldest sister named Sophia was totally raged Jude opened her mouth to make up some lie like no sister i was about to call you but then she said fuck it and replied honestly "No i wasn't" To which Sophia started hitting her while scolding "God Sis i am still not well" "Zip it Jude! Hit her for me too Sophia" said the second eldest named wengie.

I actually didn't know what to say. Marcus walked up behind Jensen as he was scrolling through his phone then he looked up when he reached us. "Jensen is right," Marcus said. "I saw her in the hallway. She is very pretty." "See?" Jensen said. "Even Marcus agrees. And Marcus never agrees with anyone." "She has a brother too," Marcus said. "Jude," I said. "Yeah. Jude...he is quiet...Keeps to himself. But the sister. Colette...she is something."

But when they walk back in, it’s a completely different story. Jude is walking close to her, bending down so that he can say something in her ear that has her giggling and a wide smile on his face. His fingers brush hers as they walk. They aren’t holding hands, but it’s a near thing. I should never have doubted our big bear of a beta. If anyone was going to win over my reluctant sister, it was Jude. The more I look at them, the more their matebond makes me smile. She’s a small, petite little thing – slim with some tone to her limbs, likely more from running than lifting.

Sister, what does your junior sister look like? Jezebel Morrey thought for a moment and said, "In terms of appearance, she is not inferior to Jessica and Solana. And her temperament is naturally dignified, just like Charlotte Sky." "Oh, right!" Speaking of this, Jezebel Morrey seemed to think of something, and her eyes suddenly lit up. "I remember that Junior Sister once told me that she used to be a princess of some royal family, but now she is too far away from home and the closest person to her is no longer in her hometown, so she is unwilling to go back."

"Sister, are you feeling unwell again?" They’re sisters. What was their connection to the people who kidnapped me? "Jane, I'm fine," Judy said without drinking the water, instead passing it to me. I looked at them without saying a word or reaching out. Jane, seeing me, shrank behind Judy. Judy felt awkward, hand still holding the cup. Finally, I reached out and took the cup. Judy smiled at me. "This is my sister, Jane," Judy introduced her, pulling Jane out from behind her. "I'm sorry for Jane stealing your things, but she really didn't mean to. We were both brought here against our will."

They had once belonged to Jason. "Hey, Leon. I heard his sister is pretty good-looking. Maybe we could..." The male and female students were housed separately, divided by a fenced boundary. Jason and Irene had only seen each other once since arriving, and even then only briefly. "Is that right?" Leon tapped the side of his head. "I can't believe I forgot about that. The nine Chamberlain sisters are famous all over Silverton." Without really looking at the panel, he pressed another button. Jason screamed again. His hair stood on end. His eyes had turned bloodshot, and the veins across his face bulged beneath his skin like those of a man on the verge of death.

Jude was looking worriedly between all four of our girls, the chorus of them demanding siblings of their own setting her face into one of mild panic. “Sorry, Sexy! Important meeting!” Jude yelled after me as I all but tripped out of the bedroom and the apartment, scrambling down the hall as quickly as I could. Out of all the things we had talked about this last year and a half, children was not one of them. Fuck, I’d be up for more kids; but Jude, I wasn’t sure what she would want. I had been absent and let my mate go through rising my four precious angels all alone; albeit, I didn’t know that was what was going on. It didn’t help none that her mother was firmly against me being there to beg

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

Are they not coming? Jude was not even fifty years old, and had a sharp appearance. At this moment, he was dressed in a suit and looked like he was chatting with someone, he was a successful person in the upper class. He did not want to link Lucas's life with his uncle.