Catching Jordan Book Novels & Stories

Jordan spent those years studying the game and the men who play it. Jordan manages to dig out my life story in an offhanded way that doesn’t seem prying. She’s a great listener. She also shares the texting marathons she has with my baby sister. The texts are terrifying and humorous at the same time. Terrifying because my sister is sixteen with no filter. Candice has managed to bond with Jordan in a way I never saw coming.

Jordan spent those years studying the game and the men who play it. Jordan manages to dig out my life story in an offhanded way that doesn't seem prying. She's a great listener. She also shares the texting marathons she has with my baby sister. The texts are terrifying and humorous at the same time. Terrifying because my sister is sixteen with no filter. Candice has managed to bond with Jordan in a way I never saw coming.

Jordan got mad and didn't mind whether the poor kids were being used. His claws were lethal to anyone coming to a closer radius. In a short while Jordan stood there undefeated but guilty. Upon noticing whatever he planned wasn't working, Flame tried to teleport but couldn't. Frustrated, he charged back to Jordan, determined to finish him.

I walked through the library, but then the worst happened. Before I could leave he came after me and asked for me to stay for a while and as I almost start to fume, someone’s presence descended towards us- jordan. Jordan stood a few feet away from us, his body tense and coiled, like a spring ready to snap. Even though I wasn’t the one he would be telling a piece of his mind, I felt dread when he decided to close the gap and venture closer, the words of his mouth enough to cause a tremble.

"My friends are right here! What're you gonna do, huh? You would not dare take us all out, would you?" The two buddies on the chairs shot daggers at Mr. Gold-Rimmed Glasses. This dude was dragging them into his mess! No sooner had the kid finished his piece than Jordan sprang into action—fast and fierce, he slammed the kid to the ground. The kid let out a yelp, scrambling to get up, but Jordan's boot was already pinning his hand down. "Ever wonder what it's like to have the bones in your hand turn to dust?" Jordan sneered.

That I'd burned for her every night since she vanished? Instead, the silence stretched between us. I hadn’t even fully taken his earlier words before he wanted to say more. And then, without warning—I lunged. The chair crashed back as I surged forward, grabbing Jordan by the collar and slamming him into the bookcase behind him. The sound of wood cracking and books toppling barely registered as I drew my fist and struck him hard across the jaw. One.His head snapped sideways, but he didn’t fight back. That only enraged me further.

I tried to run my hand through her hair, but she slapped it away. “I thought they were in the car, I don’t know. I didn’t think much about what was happening. I was going to get something to eat with Elowen and then go talk to the descendants.” She threw her head back, sinking into the pillows. “And how did you escape? Was the captivity where you were being held nearby? My men didn’t find anything.” I watched her expression change. “Where’s the book, Jordan?” Her anxious voice triggered my alert. “Why?” I asked, already pulling my phone from my pocket.

Guess we'll see who wins. I pushed my body back up with my hands, jumping to my feet and instantly flinging a fist towards his head. Which is so hard to do cause he ducked, side stepping me and appearing just to my side. Quickly, I jumped to my back, narrowly missing another blow. Christ, he's good. I frown. Jordan turns to face me again, circling me like a predator waiting to pounce on me. I eyed his move, more importantly, where he looked. He seems to mask his plan very well, but I thought I could glance at him , staring at my side, repeatedly.

This time, when Jordan’s hand slid down to grip the back of my neck, pulling me completely into his heat, Derby didn't stop. End of Chapter 32