Jude The Obscure Novels & Stories

“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.

That’s new. “I suppose we can overlook his error. Besides he has been a valuable worker to the company.” “Oh, please.” Jim immediately starts to plead. “I have been so depressed staying at home.” “More like pathetic.” Signor Andre murmurs and I smile. That’s what happens when you bet on the wrong guy.

Jude stepped out from behind me, his eyes disturbingly clear. "Let's talk about being clean." Jude walked up to Marco, looking down at the pathetic clown. "Why do you think I married Odessa?" Jude chuckled, slowly unbuttoning his left cufflink to reveal an old scar on his wrist. It was a bite mark. Deep. Bone-deep. "Ten years ago. A back alley in Brooklyn. I was just some starving bastard, getting the shit kicked out of me by a pack of thugs." Jude's voice seemed to travel through time. "I thought I was going to die that day."

His words cut deep, a promise I can’t doubt, ‘cause it’s Jude. We step into the light, and it’s… unbelievable. The sun’s warm, not searing, like it’s holding me. My light powers flash, a soft glow surrounding me, and Jude chuckles, this gruff, unusual sound that makes my chest tight. “Told ya, sunshine. You’re goddamn radiant.” I grin, whirling in the clearing like a fool, but then a vision hits again—temple, relic, Calix’s laugh. I stumble, and Jude holds me, his hands steady.

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.

So, he was factually blind. I still couldn't wrap my mind around the fact, but who was I to judge? "I just can't believe he has gotten so much handsome and such a daddy..." Alina sighed dreamily staring at the screen where Judas's picture was showing with him wearing an expensive pair of shades and his hunter eyes hidden, his lips set in a thin line, jaw-line chiselled from stone, his furrowed brows as he seemed to glare at the camera cast a shadow as if a storm was set to break.

“Owen. Get him on the bed.” Owen’s voice was wrecked. “How.” “Hands and knees. Face the mirror. I want him to see himself take it.” Jude’s laugh was short and raw. He went. He did not ask twice this time. He braced on the white sheet, spine a long pale line, scarred knuckle fisted in the cloth. His cock hung heavy. He looked at himself in the glass and then at Lena and the look said he knew this was new country.

“First to three wins.” “Sure!” Jude says, and someone hands him a stick. Before turning to the table, he hands me both of our beers and gives me a pointed look. “Don’t go anywhere.” I smile at him. “Don’t worry, there’s a lot to see around here.” “If you want to see a naked male torso that badly, all you gotta do is ask,” he pipes. “I just might,” I reply. He arches his brow at me. “I like this side of you. Where’s the girl who was moping in her room an hour ago?”

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

“Mr. Smith, I’m stuck in traffic now. Please wait for me at East 2 gate, and I’ll arrive in about ten minutes.” “Alright.” After hanging up the phone, Jude let out an exhale and walked toward East 2 Gate, clutching the bag of herbs in his arms. To his surprise, as soon as he arrived, he caught sight of a man standing there who claimed to be Christopher. “Hello, are you Mr. Jude Smith?” The man was wearing a flashy tuxedo and had a stylish haircut. He grinned and walked over when he saw Jude approaching. For some reason, Jude could not help feeling repulsed by this man. He took a small step backward and asked, “Who are you?”