Judy Blume Fudge Novels & Stories

"I've been thinking a lot lately; what if his whole reason for calling Damnatio was to distract us? What if he has no intention of fighting at all?" Judy scoffed. "You sound like your friend Atlas, with all of his conspiracy theories," she teased. She got up and hugged me from behind, her hands just a little bit too low for a platonic hug. I gently removed myself from her grasp and sat back down. "Fine," I said, "let's see this 'magic' elixir of yours. It's probably just vodka mixed with a psychedelic." Judy laughed and rummaged through her bag. Since Aria had left, she had been hanging around me a lot more, and I could tell that she was trying very hard to fill that gap.

Chapter Sixteen “I didn’t expect to see you here,” Freddy said as Kim walked around the counter at The Grind and tucked her purse away. Snagging an apron, she walked straight to the pastry case and pulled out two fudgy brownies. Freddy cocked a brow. “Don’t judge,” Kim replied right before taking a large bite. Then, moaning like a porn star with her eyes closed, Kim managed to utter, “Oh my God, this is amazing.”

“Hi! I’m Malaya Jordan Jones—Laya for short.” Amelia smiled proudly, a hand resting lightly on Malaya’s shoulder. “We’re making cookies. Laya, sweetheart, would it be okay if my dear friend Judy joined us?” Malaya’s eyes lit up instantly. “Do you know how to make them?” Amelia glanced at Judy, offering her a subtle nod of encouragement, a silent this matters. “I do,” Judy said quickly, grateful for the question and the lifeline it offered. “I made cookies all the time with my kids.”

Matthew faintly sat down and thoughtfully put the bowl in front of Serena, "Can't eat grapes to say grapes are sour." The grape that Blair couldn't eat was naturally Judy. At the mention of Judy, the cold snort on his brow disappeared for the most part, staring blankly at the dishes in front of him. Judy is Blair's poison, is his robbery. Since childhood, the little Sir who wants what he wants, for the first time, he fell head over heels.

Whoever said that was almost an idiot! If Judy went wild and bit indiscriminately, Esther would have called her an idiot ages ago. “Who am I fooling? Fooling you!” Judy said lazily, not serious at all. While talking, she went down to check on how Zoe’s ice cream was doing. When the last bite came, she took it away. “Baby, no more!” Claire was furious seeing Judy acting all high and mighty then ignoring everyone. “Judy, stop bragging without doing anything! If you’re capable, let’s compete!”

Pure … heaven. I really didn’t need these calories, not after getting into that basket from Juliet which was ahhhmazing. I’d certainly have to treat her to lunch as a thank you. There were different kinds of brownies, cookies and even … yes … fudge. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had fudge but DAMN I needed that in my life. There were a million bakeries in LA yet nobody acted like they ate that stuff. Well somebody has to be keeping them in business. DING

She was about five foot five or so and had shoulder length red hair. “Yes,” I looked to her nametag, “Heather, I was hoping for some macarons? I got some from an acquaintance and he said he got them from here.” “Oh, those were the special last week. Each week there there is a specialty item with a discount. This time; it’s our delicious fudge brownies, any of our flavors.” She gestured to the case, indicating the selection they had. There were only about four slices of each flavor; walnut, plain, and turtle.

Judy placed her phone opposite Gideon and was checking the menu card the waiter handed over to her. "I'll have the usual. " Gideon told the waiter who nodded with a smile. Lately, Gideon had been having his lunch daily at the cafe making Frankie his chef feeling unwanted most of the time. As far as Frankie was concerned, his pay kept coming. Soon, Judy and Gideon were having lunch and conversing. Gideon was having orange juice and burger while Judy was having potato chips and egg sauce. "Will that be all you'll have as lunch? " Judy questioned Gideon pointing at his meal. He smiled and nodded. "Come on, That's a mere snack. " Judy said.

“No can't do. Olive here would love to add your ice cream to her collection, if it's good.” The woman grinned. “Oh, it is damn good. Also, I knew you were going to be a stubborn person.” I laughed. “He's not…sometimes.” “Hey,” Easton exclaimed. “Who's side are you on?” “Well, they are making delicious ice cream so…” They laughed. The masc woman introduced herself as Jude with feminine pronouns, making me relieved about my assumptions. Soon, I had a cone of blueberry flavored ice cream in my hand. “I know it seems suspicious,” Jennie laughed as I peered at the deep blue color of the ice cream. “But it's really good. It's my favorite.”

Yet when Judy insisted I should eat first, I couldn’t say no. “There you go,” Judy said as she set the small table in the corner of the room. “From freshly baked pastries to orange juice, I brought everything your body needs to recover.” I watched as she carefully laid the dishes on the table. There were exactly three seats—one for me, one for Judy, and one for her father. After Adrian sat down, I hesitantly followed his lead. “I even brought your favorite—blueberry pancakes!” Judy revealed excitedly, pulling the dome away to reveal the warm, syrupy dish in front of me.