Jude The Obscure Novels & Stories

my voice came out soft and sad. Judah’s bright hazel eyes stared deeply into mine. He looked at me with fire in his eyes. With gritted teeth, he then took my hand in his and held it tight. "Blondie, when I first met you, I had nothing in my life except what came from being a fraud. So of course, I was scared to tell you anything. But you just took me in, no questions asked. You don't know how much that means to me... You don't know how much you mean to me. I would never do anything that would put you in harm. But the truth is... I am a fraud. I'm broken. I'm a liar. I'm a scumbag. This is the truth... this is me"

Oslo slipped out, his tone laced with anger and he stomped out without waiting for a reply or a go order. “Oh see who we have here,” Jude announced, dragging his own head up to gaze at us. He had dropped weight, the silver chains on him restricted his healing abilities. His beard had grown making him rough, aside from his personality, his strength had deteriorated and so was the strength of his son. “You know….,” he slurred like a drunken person, “you did not deserve her, Freya, I mean. You are a monster,” he spoke in restraint, morphing up his little energy left because after his speech he was panting.

Jude held my gaze for a long moment, then, almost lazily, he leaned against the wall and murmured, "The same one Brooke was after." The room went eerily silent. A cold sensation trickled down my spine. "You want to be the hybrid king?" I asked, watching him carefully. For the first time, Jude didn’t respond with mockery. He didn’t smirk, didn’t tease. Instead, after an agonizing pause, he simply said, "No." Then, after an even longer silence, he corrected himself. "I want to be the Lycan King."

I started up the stairs and nearly tripped as I kept trying to keep my eyes on him. "Careful now. Just take the stairs one at a time." He called out. My face flared up and I raced away, embarrassed out of my mind. ¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶ Judah's POV "Damn, I wonder what people will say if they knew ' The Judah Bianco', king of the underworld, the Boogeyman, was putty in the hands of his wife," Gio said, as I took my seat.

"The girl Max suddenly can't shut up about." Max stared at him. "Jude." "What? I'm just being friendly." I looked at Max. "Do you talk about me?" "No." Jude laughed. "That's a lie." Max sat down. I sat across from them. Jude was interesting. Unlike Max, he didn't try to hide what he thought. His eyes were observant. Sharp. And at that moment, he was studying me. "So," he said. "So?" "Nothing." I smiled. "That's Max's line."

The title: *Meditations* by Marcus Aurelius. I didn’t know exactly who that was, but the cover had a Greek statue. Killian looked calm, composed—serene. Like even if a storm tore through Knight Manor, he’d stay unbothered. There was something magnetic about that. His presence felt foreign and familiar at once. Oddly comforting.

Too shocking to be processed in these constantly changing phases. The king was...."Atlas."

I’m sure it’s just his shirt that is missing because I can see his black pants from the legs he has elongated and out, from under the sheets. So the sound of rustling sheets I had heard earlier, it was just my brain playing with me. Why on earth is he shirtless when in a room alone with his friends? His expression instantly goes rigid and probably matches mine on sighting me. Jude sits up, his hands flying up in a trial to close the very exposed skin of his chest. There is only a little that could cover. In his eyes, his movement, his expression, I can read a weird expression that I have never seen on Jude’s face before.

Jasmine tried to move her hand, but was somehow stuck touching him, feeling the ickiness of the sludge crawling in her skin. “You will take Lucifer’s offer.” They looked at each other for a moment as time stilled. The wind started to blow only around them as they had their private conversation. Jasmine noticed the strike of lightning that stood the test of time not moving as she tried to break away from Judas using her other hand to pull. “Let me go.” Her voice rumbled as the thunder cracked the sky. Judas smirked. “Do you believe you are better than Jesus himself? I know him and seeing you…” he shook his head. “You don’t even compare…”

Now she was spread wide open to his lustful gaze. Jasmine was horrified at how her body responded, She had never felt so humiliated. But the realization that her pussy was utterly exposed to her lover's eyes, plus the sight of his Cock, sticking up fiercely, gave rise to an erotic excitement which she couldn't control. Her pussy dripped wet and Pedro couldn't help but grin as he watched it drip wetly and her cum soaked her pussylips.