Catching Jordan Book Novels & Stories

"I’m not going to eat you. Not yet, anyway." I sighed and followed him through the house. When we stepped into his massive study, I gasped. It was incredible. One wall was nothing but floor-to-ceiling bookshelves packed with leather-bound volumes. Another shelf was lined with trophies and awards—proof that Jordan had been winning at life since he was a kid. But the centerpiece was a massive, jet-black grand piano. It looked sophisticated and expensive, sitting right in the middle of the room. Jordan sat down on the bench and flexed his fingers. Then, he started to play. I leaned against the doorframe, mesmerized. He was good—really good.

I sighed looking at Jordan. I asked Jordan with a straight face -" What about you killing this man?. Do you know you killed the fleed commander of WitchDom?" Jordan looked at me and replied-" I didn't kill him." I asked in disbelief-" than care to explain the blood on you?" He looked down to his dress which was still covered in blood and said after a sigh-" Well after Jennifer left, I was curious and scared. Scared to lose her" She said while looking at her. Jennifer's eyes shined bright as a smile curved on her lips. Jordan continued-" I knew she would not take me with her, and I needed to look at this matter myself, so I kept her ring when she left and used it to teleport here."

Although he expected some type of repercussion to come his way after his encounter with Oscar, Jasper wasn’t prepared for the chaos that ensued when half a dozen vampire guards burst into the room. Acting upon instinct, he lept over the back of the sofa that he’d been resting on and scrambled to the far end of the room. He was so preoccupied with escaping the grasps of the exceedingly fast vampires as they closed in on him that he failed to recognize that he was not only equally as fast as they were, but when he lept into the air, he really lept! It wasn’t until they had him securely captured and were dragging him out of the room that their complaints about his strength and speed sank in.

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.

A breath later, he’s standing in front of me, blocking the dim hallway light. “What’s your problem?” “My problem,” I muttered—not looking at him, refusing to breath in his musky scent, “is currently humming.” Jordan snorts. “Cute. But I’m serious. You’ve been giving me attitude all day. And I'm calling that out ‘cause I care, which I wish I didn't.” “Maybe I just hate noise.” “I am the noise.” “I noticed.” I flip the page even though I haven’t read it. Jordan’s hand shoots out and snatches the book right out of mine. Before I can protest, he tosses it across the cell. It lands on the floor with a smack.

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