Nick Wilde X Judy Novels & Stories

you holding your gun at me instead of her?” Abram says to him angrily. He clenches his jaw looking at Rylee. “Can’t you see she’s pointing her gun at Judy? If we try to do anything, she’ll kill her. This b**ch is really dangerous; look how she fooled the two biggest mafias with her tricks.” “C’mon sign on the papers, Ellen,” Rylee says sternly while Lucas brings some documents to him. “I’ll do everything just let my wife live, Rylee.” “First do it, then I’ll think about it.” Ellen takes the papers and signs them quickly. Rylee pretends to let go of her while throwing her towards Ellen, but after a while, she points her gun at Judy and fires in her direction. Ellen’s eyes widen upon seeing h

Judy said angrily. "Make us pay for what? You have murdered more than a dozen men and still counting. You are the only criminal here." Mr Grim shouted as the twigs crackled in the fire. " I will get that Ella Woods. She did this to me." As she said this, officer Duke charged towards her. His mouth open and his sharp teeth ready to grab her neck when he was stopped in his tracks. Judy tightened her grip around his neck and he squealed like a pup.

the lady who stood beside her said. “Oh. Let me introduce my friend. This is Frida White.” Judy pointed at the strange woman. “Hello, Mr. Wyndham,” Frida greeted me. She extended her hand. “Hello.” I shook her hand briefly. “I can't join you for a chat. We have something important to do tonight. Excuse me.” “Didn't you hear?” Judy said, unwilling to give way. “This woman is cunning.” “I like cunning women,” I stated. “I wouldn't mind dying a horrible death like her husband if I could repeatedly be in heaven with her.”

The scent of fresh lilies, the kind she’d chosen for the wedding day. It wasn’t a dream. Time had rewound. Her knees gave out, and she dropped to the floor, clutching the paper in both hands, tears spilling freely down her face. “What do you want from me?!” she screamed at the ceiling. “Why show me this again?!” The room dimmed. Flashes of memory ripped through her mind: Eli’s still face, Lisa’s cruel smirk, Duke’s voice saying “She’s not well,” the syringe, the cold, sterile walls.

Several documents were spread across the coffee table. Judith glanced at Wilfried’s grim expression, feeling uneasy. She stood up, intending to slip away to the restroom to send a warning. "Sit down!" Wilfried’s voice cut through the air, carrying a weight of authority that made Judith freeze in place. She quickly sat back down, her palms damp with cold sweat. How did it come to this? How had everything been exposed? Around noon, the sound of footsteps echoed from outside the villa. Wilfried’s eldest son, Gavin Cooper, who had been away on a business trip, walked in, dust still clinging to his clothes.

Even Matt could sense something was different about the scent, but we were all so tired that I didn’t look into it further. “Judy, what the fuck are you talking about?” I asked her, my tone was rough and anger filling it. “Don’t deny it, Gavin,” Judy said, folding her arms across her chest. “You slept with Daisy Baldwin the other night and the evidence was in your suite in a bathrobe.” Rage. All I felt at that moment was pure rage. My wolf flashed through my eyes and a low growl escaped my throat, making Judy’s eyes widen in shock. I pushed off the wall before I broke it with the force of my anger.

I responded, glaring at Nigel. “Just answer the damn question, James,” he glared back. “I could be elsewhere right now and yet I’m stuck with this,” Ridley mumbled, rubbing his temple before he looked at me. “You are not a cop anymore. Sebastian’s firm is not up and running and yet you two are going around acting like cops.” he exhaled loudly, “Why did you tell Judy about Nick killing his brother?” “It’s the truth.” I rolled my eyes. “And you didn’t bother to mention this to the police?” Ridley turned his eyes into slits, looking at me.

“No matter what happens to me. I want the extraction team on standby if the wedding party night goes sideways. She gets out.” Mowe gave a tight nod. “She doesn’t know who you are yet?” “No,” Judah whispered. “And maybe it’s better that way. For now.” There was a beat of silence between them. Then Judah turned back to the wall of blueprints. "She thinks she's winning. She thinks I’m still blind." He picked up the photo of Beauty and Eric—arms locked, drunk on lies. “She doesn’t know I’ve already set the fire."

None but one: Judith. Vlad and Judith were comrades in arms. They saved each other, covered each other, killed, slept, ate, and fought next to each other. Vlad was excited because he is finally meeting a real match for his skill and power. He is meeting his buddy, Judith. The only soft thing about Judith was his name. Aside from that, he's a savage fighter and ruthless battler. And on the opposite side to Vlad, Judith never searched for the meaning. He only wanted to chase more, kill more, and fight more. So he found his place under the command of mafia boss: Don Ilnero.

--- Back at the mansion, Judy was sitting in the living room when her phone rang again. Her heart jumped. She looked at the screen. Unknown number. Her fingers trembled as she answered. “H-hello?” The same cold voice spoke. “Mrs. Jones. Are you ready to follow instructions?” Judy swallowed. “Yes… just don’t hurt him.” “Good,” the voice said. “You will come alone to an old warehouse near the river. You will bring a small bag with you.” “What kind of bag?” Judy asked, her voice shaking. “You will receive a message with the location. Be there by midnight. If we see police or security, your husband will pay the price.”