Novels by Juddie Kay

Caroline*****My eyes were physically out of tears. They felt heavy and almost itchy from their dryness. I wished I could just close my eyes and rest them, but sleep was impossible.I glanced over at Uncle Sam, who was sitting in the driver's seat. He was staring at the road and didn't respond to my lingering gaze. We hadn't spoken much since he picked me up at the foot of Marshall's driveway. It certainly wasn't out of lack of interest on my part.I had so many questions about Marshall, about the FBI, about Freya's murder and my parents' death, and Sam's role in all of this. I just didn't have the heart to ask anymore. Only hours ago, Sam picked me up and brought me to a discreet FBI checkpoint in town where I was told by agents that Marshall was the leader of the Persian mafia. They'd been trying to catch him on drug charges for years now but had been unsuccessful in penetrating his ring. They told me it was extremely likely he was responsible for the death of my parents and tha

Marshall*****I was still in the depths of sleep when the shrill ring of my cell phone pierced through my dreams of a beautiful blonde girl with kind eyes.Sighing, my hand extended to the nightstand where my phone was plugged in. I popped the cord out and sat up. I saw it was Nuel and cursed, shoving the sheets off of me."What?" I answered. My eyes flicked to the lump on the other side of the bed. Caroline remained peacefully asleep. I reached over to caress the curve of her side before stopping myself. I didn't want to wake her, especially given how late I'd kept her up.My fiancé. I still couldn’t believe she said yes, that it was official. I never once in my life imagined I would get married—certainly not of my own volition. She was the only person I knew capable of changing my mind. I was a stubborn fucker. But I also wasn’t willing to lose her.I'd have to make time today to get her a ring. I wanted to get her something special and meaningful. But also something fucking hug

Caroline*****The first thing I noticed was the lingering soreness of my thighs and pelvis. Grimacing, I stretched through the pain.My right hand searched through the sheets. Finding only coolness, I leaned over and reached further. The emptiness struck me and I frowned. My eyes reluctantly peeled open to look around. Marshall wasn't in bed. His side was stone cold, as though he hadn't been here for a while. I didn't hear him moving around in the bathroom either. I sat up and instantly gasped at the spasm of pain in my thighs. Gritting my teeth, I threw the covers off of me. My breath caught.My abdomen and thighs were littered with hickeys and bruises. The man did a toll on my body last night. As soon as I agreed to marry him, it was like a switch flipped. He took me again in the bed a few times, then against the vanity in the bathroom, and twice more in the kitchen. I couldn't escape his massive cock or greedy fingers or ravenous lips. And because I was a little fucked in the

Caroline*****His words hung between us like a wall of cracked glass. Marry me.I stared up into Marshall's impermeable black eyes. I never felt so distant from him. Yet, at the same time, he offered me more insight into his mind than he ever had.Some kind of emotional block held him back. He could admit to caring for me, but he wouldn't allow himself to call it 'love.' He was a tortured soul. I knew that early on. Our dynamic was fucked from the start. I was desperate to feel loved and wanted by someone. I was tired of feeling like a burden to those I loved. Marshall made me feel the way I always wanted to: wanted, desirable, sexy, trustworthy, worthy.So, could I really hate him?I couldn't. I was sick in the head for loving him and wanting to be with him, even when I knew he may never admit to loving me. But I would never pass up the opportunity to be with him. Nevertheless, I wasn't going to concede to his demands so easily."Marriage isn't something to casually throw aroun

Caroline*****"You think?" I challenged her.My angel blinked up at me through her big, doe-shaped hazel eyes. Her lips parted in surprise.Leaning down, I stole another breath-taking kiss from her sweet mouth. I tweaked her nipple between two fingers and earned a small cry from her. My cock was already turning stiff again. "Marsh," she whined. "Tell me," I said, leaning over her so I could peer directly down into her eyes. "Do you love me or not?"She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth. As it tugged free, the pink skin was glossy with her saliva. I stared helplessly at them. "You know I do," she whispered.My hand rubbed circles into her hip. We stared at each other without looking away, the air thick between us. "I have known for a while now," I told her. "The way you look at me . . . the way you touch me…" I rubbed my hand over the top of her thigh before tracing down to her warmth. Her curls tickled at my fingertips. I strummed my fingers through her slippery folds. Some o

Caroline*****My stomach fluttered like one giant net filled with butterflies.Marshall's intense eyes focused directly on the walls ahead. His face was neutral but I could sense the tension coiled in his muscles as they carried me. I leaned into his chest with a small sigh. The fact that I was here, in his arms and in his house, partly surprised me. He knew about Greg but he was still here. He still wanted me. And as far as I could tell, he had no plans to murder me or Greg. Maybe he does love me, I mused. Despite the signs of his dedication and affection for me and my welfare, I knew I'd never believe it unless he directly said it. I often speculated on it all day and night but I never allowed myself to believe it. Just in case he didn't. "How old were you when you lost your virginity?" I asked him. Marshall's unrelenting glare briefly broke form to glance down at me. "Thirteen." I couldn't help but choke on my next breath. 13?! I was fantasizing about Edward Cullen and po

For two days, Moore didn’t sleep well. Harvey’s words had affected him a lot. He didn’t want to entertain the thought but hearing it from another, he had to consider the possibility.There are rare cases where a creature is poisoned slowly throughout their life. Either in torture or any other reasons someone has. Every creature has their own weakness, it isn’t shared outside of their own species. They would be given small doses every now and then and it would affect their growth and natural abilities. It is considered deadly because when a creature loses what makes them Other, they would be stripped and considered human, making them prone to human disease. The contaminated other, or CO as some would call them, would be vulnerable as they become easier to kill. When you stop the dosage, COs would heal slowly but they will never return to how they used to be because of the years of damage to their internal body. Most Pack Leaders would end the suffering of their members or exile them b

The following week, Estelle kept training herself and tried to catch up with the other members. Although she is weaker, she was able to keep up with the harsh training. When she asks why they do things the old way, she is told that while change is important, the pack tries to keep each creature’s traditions. Being in this pack, even when she is surrounded by things and people she’s not familiar with, Estelle feels strangely at home and comfortable. These creatures always treat her warmly, except for a select few. Her bond with Moore grew a little too. He never fails to visit her in her room before she sleeps and greet her whenever she comes down in the morning. He filled her with stories and histories and it feels good to hear it from someone who experienced those moments. He even provided her with some money, to get her own clothing and her other needs. When she argued with him about it, he simply said that if she is uncomfortable with receiving it and if she wishes to earn her own

Moore led Estelle to the café situated near the forests at the back. They passed by a few buildings and the medical office. There was even another library. From what she could glimpse from one of the buildings, she could see several apparel stores and a provision shop. How did they get the items here? She remembered Moore telling her that not anyone could see their territory. She doesn't remember seeing any supply vehicles, there aren’t even any around here. She voiced her question to him.“Sometimes, when a pack member goes out into the city, they stock up on what is needed. The items are shipped to the opposite side of the river which is then transported over to our side by a small boat. Our men carry the items into this place.” He explained. A Were pup who was hanging on a tree caught his eye and waved at him. Moore waved back and continued, “But usually, we do trades.” He said. They reached the café and he held the door open for her to enter.“Trades? With who?” Estelle asks. They

Morphius.” He said.Estelle whispered his name, testing it on her tongue. “You haven't gone by that name since then?”Moore shook his head. The name had been more of a curse for him. When he was Morphius, he was ridiculed, abused and was a useless boy. Moore Corcoran is a new life for him. A better male, in every way. “No. That name holds too many bitter memories that I’d prefer to stay in the past and forget.”“How did you stop the war?” Estelle asked. Taking a sip of her cold tea, she leaned back on her seat.“When the Goddess blessed me, when I was reborn, there was a wave of energy in the minds of every Were.. Like they could sense the birth of a new line.” He had a faraway look in his eyes again. “My.. father, he was shocked and terrified of me when I came back home. He wouldn’t look at me and replied curtly whenever I tried talking to him. I thought to myself then, that even this doesn’t change my relationship with him.” He smiled bitterly. “He still treated me as if I wasn’t hi

Estelle flipped open the hardcover of the book. Some dust flew around her from the disturbed pages and she waved them off with her hands. Reading through the table of contents, she zeroed in on the Were History and flipped to the page. Getting comfortable in her seat, she began reading,“Back when only the creations of the other Gods roamed the earth, the Goddess decided to create six Weres, they were called The Firsts. The Goddess blessed each of them with their own ability, so they can stand on their own against the other species; Andreas, who was the finest warrior ever recorded in the supernatural world. Alexios, whose line made the best guards and keepers. Adelphos the kind-hearted, has loyalty the world hardly ever sees. Alkaios, with his unparalleled strength, made males turn green from envy. Angelos, the ever loving, often made contacts with his creator and lastly, the cold Atreus who feared nothing. Some say he was neon with no emotions. All those born of these Weres inherit

Moore chuckled to himself. He was working in his office when a flash of Estelle’s thoughts passed in his mind. They are still new to each other so he hasn't learnt to block out her mind from his. Hearing what she thought of him, he went up to check on her. Her reaction was very adorable and it pleased him that he affects her just like she does him. Although all these feelings are new to him and after believing that he was destined to live his long years alone, he is willing to adjust and take things as they come. This is a female, after all, not a conflict he could easily resolve. The fact that she too, is new to this eases him. It means they’ll be able to make mistakes and learn together.There is that one problem he needs more details on though. That bastard wolfling who hurt his female? He needs to know more about that wolfling and he plans to get it from Estelle, slowly, or himself. Anyone who hurts what he considers his will get their retribution. Lots of individuals who harmed h