Judy Hopps Parents Novels & Stories

She sighs. Judith’s parents died in our last war when we were five. She had been living in our foster care program, which I had not realized existed. When she turned of age, she was brought to the pack house. I am the only family she has left. Knowing that she was alone for so long eats at me daily.

" Damn. You must be brilliant. I studied marketing, graduated from NYU about two years ago. I used to work at a club, Killian's club, and then I got this job." " You originally from New York?" " Yeah. My mom's from Cuba. Why did you move out of your parents?" Jamie looks at me, probably thinking if he should tell me about his past. " We're friends, Jamie. I literally just spilled to you that I once worked at Killian's club before I got this job. I won't judge you." He nods with a small smile on his lips. " My parents were different from most parents. They couldn't accept me for who I am."

Her partner tried to stand, swaying on their feet in an attempt to balance when she struck out again. “I wouldn’t mess with her if I was you,” Judy explained and we looked at each other. “Her father donates a lot of money to the academy. If it came down to expelling her or you, the choice would be easy.” My nameless girl from a bad family act was working well.

But when the topic shifted to me, Judy's expression turned smug. "Cindy's son will grow up to become a street thug." My father frowned. "Then we should keep our distance from them. It'll be trouble if he clings to us." My mother quickly chimed in, "When Phillip grows older, let's send him to a good school. We can't let him be influenced by Cindy's son." Standing outside the curtain, I heard every word clearly. Did she really believe Phillip became a CEO because of his own abilities? In my previous life, I'd already been suspicious. How could two honest, hardworking people like Nate and me give birth to someone as cold and self-centered as Phillip?

Jazz POV Growing up without parents to guide and nurture me, I was deprived of the opportunity to witness the true essence of companionship and friendship that mates are meant to embody. Tragically, my parents passed away when I was just a child, leaving me to navigate the complexities of life on my own. To make matters worse, the family I resided with in the absence of my parents were hardly present in my life, except for the moments when they subjected me to emotional and physical abuse over trivial matters. This tumultuous upbringing has shaped my perspective on relationships, leaving me yearning for the genuine connection and support that mates are meant to provide.

"By looking at how close they're standing beside each other, they're friends from school." "Yes. Take a look at this." I gave her my phone with my dad's photograph of the winning trophy in a school uniform. "What is this?" "This is my dad, Jeffrey Cooper. He studied in the same school as my mom and Andrew's mom. But they never mentioned that they're from the same school as us." "Why does it sound so complicated?" "I heard a story about my parents during school from the teacher in their school which will make you more complicated if you hear it."

Dad dressed well every day. He would wear the clothes that Mom ironed for him and put on the shoes that she polished until they shone. He would then accuse Mom of not looking presentable. But Mom was so busy all the time. She took care of me meticulously and had to clean the rooms to make them neat and tidy. She had no time to dress herself up. Even so, Dad said, "Look at Judy. She raises her pup on her own and still manages to look beautiful every single day. Why don't you learn from her?"

I just knew I wanted her to know how much I loved her. As I sit there waiting for something to happen, I consider what we had learned from Jared’s parents. I didn’t know what to even say to him. My parents had never shown any signs of a need for power. My father had been the beta to Jared’s father and was happy and proud to be that. My mother had been close with Luna Jade before they all retired. Now they rarely saw each other. Now they wouldn’t see each other at all; they wouldn’t even get a chance to say goodbye. I came from a long line of Betas, and I wouldn’t know what else to do, if I wasn’t one. As I feel a breaking signalling a Pack member has left the Pack, I realize an hour h

Jennifer Hudson Seeing her sad expression and her pitiful demeanor, I said again, “Forget my question. I’m sorry if I made you sad.” Suddenly, she looked up. “Ah, it’s okay. Actually, my parents never approved of our relationship. They said I was still too young to be in a relationship with a man much older than me. But our love was so strong, and I couldn’t live without him. Despite the opposition, we stayed together until I eventually got pregnant.”

He gives me a small nod, then looks past me toward the kitchen. “She seems nice,” he says quietly. “She is.” We sit. The table is already laid, linen napkins, the good silver, and candles unlit for now. Dad pours water into both glasses. “So,” he starts, leaning back. “Tell me about Jodie. Where’s she from originally?” “San Diego. Grew up near the water. Her dad’s a civil engineer and her mom teaches third grade.” He nods. “Good people. She still close with them?”