Catching Jordan Book Novels & Stories

After a solid minute of demanding attention, the sound of a key in the lock finally reached his ears. “Stop that bellowing and pounding,” grumbled a guard as he opened a small, slotted peephole in the door. Disappointed that the door wasn’t actually opened, Jasper peered through the hole. Doing his best to keep his voice level and calm, he said, “I would like a take note of what’s happening to my body for my research. I need a notebook.” The guard tossed his head back in full bellied laughter as he said, “You think you’ll live long enough to use them?”

she whispered. I smiled, reaching out for Mordechai’s hand. I laced my fingers with his, ignoring the fact that I had already denied we were a thing. I thought his hand would feel rough against mine, or I thought he would pull away. And while his hand was a little rough, I barely noticed it. I mostly found myself caught off guard by how the size of this hands, and now they felt warm against mine. I didn’t realize I’d been so cold. “Oh,” Jordan said. “Okay, well I heard that Jonathan Lewis is upset with your guys. Something about a deal getting interrupted. The word around town is that they wanted revenge.”

It should be a downhill stroll at this point except for one major kick in the nuts—the last batter is the other team’s best hitter. I can tell the second I hear the crack of the bat that this is going to be a hard hit. I race to catch it, all of the adrenaline and focus I’ve been storing up propelling my body forward, faster than I thought I could run. Every thought of the past few months that I’ve used to motivate me comes racing along with me—Jane above everything else. I make a diving catch, snagging the ball.

and then gestured to my book which was lying helplessly across the cell, “now, be good kid and retrieve my book. Will you?” Jordan’s mouth twitches in annoyance. He leans down, grips my arm, and with one effortless movement, he yanks me off the bunk and slings me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. I curse loudly as my stomach flips. What the– “Put me down!” “Nope.”

Jordan said with a deep voice into her ear. “We’re riding together because I have something to say to you all, we’re 72 hours to the time when the dragons will free themselves from their eggs. We done with have time to waste so we are going to study here in the car” Jordan said bringing out copies of book from his bag. “Why didn't you just snap your finger and we all appear in the pack house” Randall said as that was always Jordan’s modulus operandi. “I'm minimizing the use of my powers for now because I will need it more later” Jordan said already going through his book.

Jordan smiles as he tells Jonas, "Go ahead, eggs taste really good. I promise." I keep my chuckles to myself as I watch closely. Jonas slaps his tray as he watches the egg move around it. Jordan looks like he has just realized his mistake. Eggs, freshly peeled anyway, are very slippery. Jonas takes both hands, grabbing the egg and squeezing, this makes the egg slip right from his hand and up in the air. Jordan tries to catch it, but fails as it lands on his head. The egg bounces off his head and lands on the tray, right back in front of Jonas, who bursts our laughing. His fit of laughter sets me off, which makes Jordan look my way. I stand back up from my little hiding spot and make my way t

#JUST_BEST_FRIENDS Author: Sam Freddy CHAPTER 11: THE WARNING. — — — After alighting from a yellow ‘danfo’ bus, Jordan and Isioma entered their school's main gate and walked all the way to the Sports Center to rest for a while. They went into a small, enclosed court where they both had a perfect view of the ongoing game of basketball. Funnily enough, they'd barely started discussing when a yogurt seller passed by with his fancy cart.

I leave all the problems on the ground as i jump. I catch sight of Jordan just watching me, one shoulder leaned into the back doorjamb, an old affection on his face. I lose my focus mid jump and fall on my butt. The trampoline bouncily forgiving, throws me back up and springing to my feet. My forced breaths come loud in the quiet night as our stares tangle. We have snared each other with a look and i can't wiggle free. Jordan's smile dwindles and he takes a few steps forward towards me until he is at the lip of the trampoline. I wonder how what he is doing here but quickly see Chloe directed him to where i was. In his left hand was my cup of hot cocoa

What in the Faiths was going on? When a worried Jordan ran past a tent and caught sight of me, he doubled back and called my name. “We’ve caught someone! You need to come, now!” ‘Who?” “A hunter.”

It sticks to my wet feet in an instant. What is Jordan doing right now? I slip my hand into the pocket of my slacks and touch my phone. I could call him. . TBC