Jude Sisters Novels & Stories

They all sat in the hall with the exception of Isla and Jade who still had school; thinking on what to do as they were left out on options. Lurking at their frustrated faces, Phidel resorted to the only option left. “I'll will return to Wesley High in the name of Phidelia.” She said which had everybody glanced deftly at her. “What are you saying Phidel?” Jerome queried. “We're yet to find your sister and all you're thinking about now is throwing yourself into the mess?” She blunted as anger eluped her. “You know what, ” She paused for some seconds while she tried to calm her nerves. “I think we're done talking about this.” She shrugged from her seat and hurried off.

Everyone called me different names. Whore.... Home wrecker.... Mistress.... Husband-stealer… Bitch… Ungrateful sister… A disgrace to the family.... A fallen heiress.... But damn! I am not a stealer. Hays... people for their judgmental perceptions. But who cares... none! Even my parents, rejected me... maybe my sister already inherited all the Frank's wealth, oh well I don’t care anymore, anyway that's what she wanted from the very beginning, I hope she is happy and contented, now.

IVY. I sat up in my bed as my mother walked into the room. She sighed. “Ivy, your father has decided he won't be a part of this.” What was she talking about? “He wanted to pull out of the partnership with Mr. Stone because he believes it's nothing more than a bribe. But the contracts have already been signed. I've tried to talk to him, but he insists that your relationship would be strictly business.” I felt Zander stiffen beside me. I knew Dad wouldn't have a favourable reaction to this, but he didn't have to go this far.

"I heard all of it." The room was very quiet. Irina sat in the chair beside the bed and felt simultaneously like a teenager caught doing something she shouldn't and an adult who knew she hadn't done anything wrong and wasn't sure which feeling she was more entitled to. "I didn't plan it," she said. "I know you didn't," Anna said. "It wasn't — I wasn't trying to take anything from you—" "Irina." Anna's voice was soft. "I know that too." She looked at her sister. At the face that was her mother's jaw and her father's eyes and fourteen years of growing up alongside each other in a country that wasn't theirs and then an ocean apart and then back together again.

Hearing that, the giant rock leaves my chest, and a loud laugh bursts out of my mouth. Zanele and I are identical twin sisters. We have the exact same bone structure, but her wolf beauty was always a little bit brighter than mine. If this female has a face full of ugly spots, she cannot be my sister. Zanele's skin was perfect. I slam the phone down and spin my cup of red wine around, a wicked, murderous look flashing in my eyes. I am the one who trapped her in the flames and listened to the wood snap. There is no way she survived that night. This ugly girl just has the same name. It is just a dumb coincidence.

His gaze flicked between Father, Liam, and me, sharp as always. “Is this a gathering of father and sons,” he asked dryly, “or a gathering of enemies?” No one answered. Father spoke first, voice clipped. “What do you want?” “The women are cooking,” Jude replied. His tone carried no suggestion… It was a statement. “We should be helping them.” He let the pause stretch, then added, “Unless, of course, you’re the sort who believes only women belong in the kitchen. That isn’t the case… is it?”

On the other end of the line, a familiar voice sounded, "Miss Ginn!" Rhode was confused, "You know me?" Jude replied in a cold voice, "Yes. I'm Jude from Jubilee Club!" Rhode froze instantly. "Mr. Ziegler, is this your phone? Who did my brother's car hit..." Jude snapped, "He hit one of my men. My man fell unconscious. I'm going to sue your brother. If my man can't wake up, your family will pay for his medical bills for the rest of his life, and your brother will go to jail!"

Jude asks his sister, staring up at her. "I can wait here," she says, her eyes looking around at the empty chairs. "Avoiding someone, are we?" Jude asks with an arched brow. Jade's teeth clamps onto her lower teeth and she casts a quick glance at me, her cheeks burning up. She looks back down at her brother. "Like who?" Jude looks at me too, then smirks at his sister. "You sure you want me to mention?" Jade's shy look turns into a glare and she clobbers her brother on the head. "Shut up."

She’s my princess, and seeing the mate mark on her neck means I have to start letting go; that is going to be incredibly hard for me. Jude asked me to check on Jude, just so I could catch him and Jordyn together. I realized it was to screw with his sister. She will be ruthless in return, and I’m waiting to see what she does. It will be harmless for sure. She and Jude have always been close, and they have always busted each other’s chops growing up. It reminds me of my upbringing with Jett and Jade. The three of us were relentless.