Catching Jordan Book Novels & Stories

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

It is only weakened. I think it is like a slap in the face to the Goddess to refuse the one she made for you. “To have a word with you,” Jordan tells me. He… what? Jordan doesn’t speak; he… demands. I turn around to face him. My sketchbook is in his hands, a scowl on his face—or at least that’s what Safia lets me know. A cigarette is behind his right ear, and I bet it won’t take long before he lights it and starts smoking.

His eyes darkened, a cocky smirk on his lips, "Each and every one of my gift would be used on you, Eva. Just keep count of it." "Even the books?" "Even the books. There are things I'd love to try out from it." He patted my cheek, pulling away. I caught my breath, coming down from the desk slowly. My legs felt like Jell-O, barely holding up on its own. I underestimated Jordan. He knew his thing. Now I was really eager to know what he'd do to me. The door suddenly swung open, making me flinch, my hand on my beating heart. Evan paused, looking between Jordan and I.

He barely had time to shrug out of his coat before he was met with four pairs of expectant eyes, all trained on him like he was walking into an interrogation. "How'd it go?" Judy asked immediately, pushing herself up from her chair. Her hands were clasped together so tightly her knuckles had gone pale, her face full of barely restrained hope and fear tangled together. Jordan nodded, running a hand over the back of his neck as he searched for the right words. His mind replayed Malaya's face over and over again. "It went… it went." He gave a small, tired smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "It wasn't bad. It's just… It's going to take time." He swallowed, emotion thick in his throat. "But

"Crap!" Jordan exclaims as he gazes out the window scanning the area for cops. He turns around and says, "I just saw George get out of the car." Standing up, I hurry over to the window and stare out as he walks towards the door. Watching him knock, Jordan goes to the door and prepares to answer it. Ready for a fight, he stiffens and opens it.

Jordan quickly got up and sat down. "Lala..." Jordan called. Clarabelle stood up, ready to go home. Jordan looked at Clarabelle. Clarabelle still didn't want to listen to him. The proof, Clarabelle would go. Jordan couldn't wait any longer. He stood up and pulled Clarabelle quickly into his arms.

There's never enough time for that. Someone suddenly bumped into me, knocking my books to the floor. I looked up at the culprit, and it was none other than Jordan, the captain of the school's basketball team and the most handsome in Bayard College. I used to have a crush on him around sophomore year but quickly gave that up when I realized he was never going to see me. "Watch it, weirdo!" He hissed in annoyance at me, as I bent down to pack my books in silence. Nobody dared to talk back at Jordan, especially not someone like me.

Jordan says in a more harsh tone than before, I think now this man was blatantly ignoring what Jordan told him to do, his patience was wearing thin. “What’s happening isn’t going to wait until further notice, please I need a book called The Dark Secrets Of The Realms! Once I get that I’ll leave!” He pleads attempting to move passed Jordan, which only resulted in Jordan easily holding him back as the other guards run over to help. “Hey you! Please get me the book, you’re putting yourself at danger if you don’t help me stop him!” He shouts but this time directing it over to me, once the guards realised he had turned his attention to me, their whole demeanours change.

"He did. What was it like?" "It was really fun. He bought me a caramel latte first... it was so sweet! I really liked it! And then he took me to a bookstore... that was kind of boring because I couldn't read anything that was written there and I had to act like I was curious about the books although I really have no clue about all this. But then Jordan started reading really... awkward sounding summeraries and that was pretty fun again." He hesitated for a moment, his voice dropping a bit when he talked again. "I wish you could have been there... I really miss you. It's like in." . TBC

That was his first mistake. "Come closer," Jordan mumbled. "Can't... can't talk loud." The guard took another step forward stupidly. His second mistake. Who the hell comes closer? don't he watch action movies? this is how the main character always escapes! doesn't matter. I get to escape. "What the—" Jordan lunged forward with every ounce of strength he had left. His body screamed in pain, but adrenaline pushed him forward. He caught the guard by surprise, knocking the gun aside. His fist connected with the man's throat, cutting off his shout for help.