Catching Jordan Book Novels & Stories

said Jordan seriously. Another magical ability of Jordan, is that he is a very sensitive child. He can read the situation of the people closest to him through the aura that radiates from their bodies when they are close to him, and through dreams when those people are far from him. I think he was dreaming about Xander this time, through my reflection. I swallowed hard and my throat felt bitter. Previously, Jordan had never been able to feel anything about Xander. Maybe because when he was born, he never knew about Xander and had never met him.

"The name is ‘Payback In The Moonlight’, and it's written by..." "Why did you get quiet?" Marcel prompted, sensing Jordan's unease. I felt a knot tighten in my stomach as I realized why Jordan hesitated. I didn't need to hear the name to know whose book it was. Leonel. It was his.

For Nirvana. "We’ll be united soon," he whispered, sealing the letter with a quiet resolve. The sound of metal scraping against metal made him stiffen. The prison bars groaned as they were pushed open, and three rough-looking men stepped inside. Their expressions were unreadable, but Jordan recognized the look in their eyes. Predators. He straightened, his fingers subtly folding the letter beneath his palm. The tallest of the three, a man with a jagged scar running down his cheek, took a step forward. "Jordan Castillo?"

"You look sad." I stopped breathing. Jordan stared at the candy. Then he looked at Belle’s small hand. Then, his gaze traveled down to her shoes. They were pink sneakers I had bought at a thrift store. The velcro was worn out, and the sole of the left shoe was peeling away. I had tried to glue it back together yesterday, but the glue hadn't held. Jordan’s jaw tightened. A muscle feathered in his cheek. Slowly, he crouched down until he was eye-level with her. He took the sticky candy from her hand as if it were a diamond.

“Stay sharp anyway. Relief can be the most dangerous feeling before a trap springs.” Eventually we arrived at a small clearing where an ancient stone altar stood covered in moss and vines. Resting on top was a sealed wooden box with Jordan’s name carved into the lid in careful, familiar handwriting. There were no traps, no guards, and no immediate sign of whoever left it there. I held up a hand. “Everyone stay alert. Weapons ready but lowered. Jordan, open it when you’re ready. We’re right here with you, no matter what’s inside.” Jordan approached slowly, hands steady despite the clear emotion in his eyes. “After everything we’ve been through… this feels like the invitation I’ve been waiting

She had wanted to test the waters and now, she was drowning in them. Her face was turning a shade of purple and she was about to give into the darkness that was calling her until she heard a male voice call out. “J.K.” Jordan's head snapped towards the intruder and he was ready to gorge his/her eyes out, slowly killing the intruder yet still keeping him very much alive. He wasn't currently in the right state of mind. He never has been normal since he was a kid but tonight, he was extra crazy and the whore before him had decided to cross her boundaries.

“The only thing I was able to discover was his upbringing.” “Tell me about it,” Orion leaned in, the curiosity in his tone, undeniable. “I've not seen him for a while though, but even at that I feel like it's a good thing I know a thing or two about him.” Jordan smiled, going through some papers on his table, before he finally pulled one out. “Sounds just like you,” and with that, he flipped through the pages, stopping at a particular page, then he dropped the book on the table. “You have it,” he whispered to Orion, still gesturing towards the book.

Emmett was the first to react, he couldn't help but stand up, "Damn," he exclaimed, his voice raised. "What the hell is this? Am I blind? Jordan, pinch me quick, see if I'm dreaming?!" However, unlike his surprise, Jordan's face darkened. He had a premonition that something big was about to happen. Emmett picked up the red book, flipped it open, and glanced at it. When he saw the name on top, he cursed under his breath.

I turned back quickly to the page before I drowned in it. By the time the book ended, Lily was collapsed in the grass, breathless. Jordan sat cross-legged nearby, rolling a ball back and forth with two toddlers. “Don’t think I didn’t see you,” Jordan murmured when I finally stood up. I blinked. “See me what?” She smirked. “Blushing. Watching. Pretending you weren’t watching.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Sure you don’t.” She leaned back on her hands, casual. “Just don’t get caught.”

"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.