Rudy Cod Novels & Stories

That’s when I saw him. Ryan. Thirty years old, 6’2” of pure muscle and quiet authority. He was the head personal trainer who often closed the 24-hour gym. Broad chest, thick arms veined from years of lifting, and a jawline that could cut glass. His dark hair was always slightly messy from training clients, and his grey compression shirt clung to every ridge of his abs tonight. Our eyes met in the mirror.

" What is going on in here father " Isabella asked frowning " Why are you kneeling? " Rudy Jone , the man who sat with carol on the bed stood up. He is a man with heavy mustache and cruel red eyes. he is very tall , about Hayden's height and intimidating. he walk slowly towards Isabella and smile. " I'm Rudy Jone " He introduce but the lady isn't even paying him any attention, her focus was only on her father.

Killing those who were supposed to be some of the best fighters in the pack always bought about a sense of happiness, knowing I was one step closer to being able to seek my revenge. In the ten years I had been living as a rouge the thought of actually meeting my mate was something which had crossed my mind on a couple of occasions, but they were brushed to the side as quickly as they came. At almost twenty-eight I had pretty much accepted that I was never going to find my other half and, even if I did find him now, then I would be sure to reject him. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the infamous rogue," one of the males chuckled when they finally came to a stop where I was readying myself.

The others were all rough-looking gruff men. “When is the guy coming? Its already pass the appointed time.” One of the men grunted in annoyance, this man called Cuffled was a small-time bounty hunter who was trying to make it big this time. “Can we even trust this guy? I mean, even the existence of dragons is questionable, isn’t it?” Another buffy man with a scar on the side of his face pitched in. This man’s name was Rudy and he was a petty thief in the red-light district areas of the Zeldereth Empire.

Ethan snaps back. “Um... guys?” Ryder says hesitantly. “Is the juicer supposed to be smoking? Or did I just unlock a new feature?” “Ryder! What the hell did you put in it?” Grey squeals, rushing toward the counter. “I followed the recipe! Spinach, green apples, honey—” “You’re supposed to add that after you juice it, dumbass!” Ethan yells, abandoning a pancake on the stove. Which, of course, starts to burn.

XANDER POV After we killed all the wolfs coming for Lori , we waited for Steven to come back with Cody. I was still trying to figure out how did Brandon know so much, yes I knew Cody went into a mission that lasted for longer than expected. Elder Ronald said a week tops but I only saw Cody Three weeks later and he was different. Less chatting and did not make eye contact with any male wolfs, give a weak smile to females but that was it. He did not bother socializing with anyone, he did his duties and would disappear for hours in the woods. Well now I know he was coming here.

“He drank blood?” “He was biting people’s throats out, I don’t think drinking their blood while he was at it is an unrealistic leap, do you?” He asks pointedly. “That’s a good point, and now that you mention it, he’s starting to sound familiar, and I don’t mean because he’s named after an iconic fictional vampire. As for the first victim, I’m pretty sure he is an assassin who went by the Codename Castrati, so named because he was fond of emasculating his male victims and keeping the parts as a souvenir. Or at least I assume so since the appendages were never found." My words make Silas squirm and cross his legs, and I hide my amusement at his discomfort. “I hadn’t seen him at the last Tourna

I tell Brady. He turns to look at me when I say this. Dru, Carl, and he are standing around watching things get set up. Carl helps just cause he is huge and is extra muscle. I tell them what I saw a few minutes ago. Brady just rolls his eyes. He may have tried to hide it, but I saw the small smile on his face. “The right woman can change a man,” Carl grunts out.

He had glanced curiously at his brother as he asked in a low voice, “Want to come home? I heard Siobhan’s cooking. “ And as Rudy frowned, pretending to be disinterested, his brother went on, “Coddle and soda bread. You like it, don’t you?” Rudy swallowed grimly. Coddle, the Irish stew of sausages, bacon, onions, and potatoes and the delicious soda bread that went with it, a classic quick bread made without yeast. He liked it , alright. Siobhan had tentatively prepared it one night while she was under the Delano’s roof, and it had been lip-smacking. Proserpine had laughed in joy, throwing her arms around the young girl, to show her appreciation. But Rudy, whose shaft went hard when he met yo