Judith Mcnaught Novels Novels & Stories

Judith started to moan, even as she groaned in pain the first name that came to hervmind was Jin's name. Although seven years have passed and the relationship between her and Jin has ended, Jin's name and figure cannot be separated from her mind. Now Judith's body was too tired, unlike usual, she couldn't breathe freely. It was like there was something in her chest pressing down on her right and the pain was excruciatingly intense. "Help... " Judith whispered, squeezing the sheet she was lying on. At first, the grip she did was quite firm, but the grip loosened over time. It was winter where she was, but what Judith felt was heat that engulfed her whole body, she don't know what was happenin

"You all seem to be enjoying yourselves, but let me remind you not to forget the rules of the game. None of you has stated your sins for this round. Please hurry. One minute remaining." I quickly looked at the timer on the wall. With all the fighting earlier, we had completely forgotten about time. I opened my mouth to speak, but another thought hit me. If I revealed the full truth about my own crime, it could be used against me in the next round. Wasn't that exactly what happened to Dwayne? Suddenly, I understood the true nature of this game. It was called The Judgement Chamber, meaning they were judging us by our sins. If I wanted to survive, I couldn't reveal everything.

Theresa was old enough to have experience, but looked young enough to please Salem’s eyes—two key requirements for a housekeeper in his home. “Where is Salem now?” I asked. A good feeding would soothe my nerves. “He’s not at home, my lady. I couldn’t tell you.” Grumbling, I headed to Salem’s library. Perhaps he had a book I could entertain myself with. Once there, I found a book lying open on a desk. It was titled Mythic Bloodlines: Lost & Fabled Lilitu. Curious, I studied an illustration on the open page. It depicted a trio of strange-looking women, just like the ones Salem had been painting all this time. The accompanying text stated:

said one of the maids, lowering her eyes. Judith’s eyes flew wide open. She rushed inside the bathroom and saw that the water that surrounded Viola was very dirty. She pressed her nose and mouth as disbelief ran through her. Her magic somehow worked against her own daughter. She was surely losing her touch and she needed more vials of Niambh. Instead of addressing her daughter, Judith turned away and rushed out of Viola’s room, her heart pounding like it would leap out of her chest. What was happening? Why were things going topsy turvy? She had a perfect plan to get Meryl married to Alex and then get out of this estate with all the money, but with the entrance of two men, who Meryl owed debt

Judith growled loudly and marched on me, I saw her facial feature instantly turned ugly, her eyeball turned into pitch black like midnight as her finger nails turned in to thrice then normal size like a claw. She looked hideous! I thought to myself and tired to defend myself when unknowingly I felt a burning sensation in my right hand, in split second I pulled up my sleeves and saw my Dragon rune on right hand wrist burning as if I was set on fire “AAAAHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……………………………..” I screamed loudly, simultaneously I saw Judith suddenly catching fire right in front of my eyes just like the Viper snake and before I could understand anything I unknowingly killed ‘JUDITH’ with my hidden pow

Still, by the time I stood up an hour later, I was checking out six books. Judith stamped them with a practised thud and slid them across the desk. Her gaze skimmed the titles, then rose to my face. “Research project?” she asked lightly. “Something like that,” I said. She smiled a little. “Moonbrook inspires curiosity.” “That’s one word for it.” Judith’s expression turned unreadable in that small town way that made me feel like she knew more than she intended to say. “Some stories survive because people keep feeding them,” she said. “Others survive because they started from something real.”

I coaxed, as she moved closer to her own cell gate, her thick hands wrapping around the steel before she pressed the triangle of her face halfway through the bars, leaving only the small stretch of the corridor between us. “I can't stay here Miss, it's so dark, so quiet, I can't,” Judith wheezed, and I got the sense that she was reliving some sort of trauma from her past. I felt my chest squeeze at her pain and I leaned into the bars, not caring when the metal rods dug in painfully into my soft breasts.

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It was a treasure trove of Magdalene's history, a testament to a life intertwined with secrets and enigmas. In one corner, a weathered journal beckoned to Jette. Its pages held Magdalene's handwritten accounts of encounters with the mystical, dreams that transcended reality, and ancient rituals performed under the silver glow of the moon. The revelations within the journal hinted at a life steeped in magic and mystery. As Jette immersed herself in the tales penned by Magdalene, a realization dawned upon her—an understanding that Magdalene's sanctuary was not just a refuge for those seeking solace, but a haven built upon the intersection of the mundane and the magical.

Untouchable. Judith had never believed in ghosts until Annie McBrown came back from the dead as Annie Yin. That evening, back in her walk-in closet, Judith sat on the plush velvet stool in front of her vanity, eyes locked on her reflection. The soft lighting from the crystal sconces cast a warm glow over the marble counters and mirrored walls, but it didn’t touch her. She had taken off her makeup, scrubbed away every layer of concealer, foundation, and highlighter, yet she hadn’t moved since. Her skin was bare, almost pallid in the low light. Her scarf—silk, white, embroidered with tiny golden leaves—still clung to her neck like a noose.