Catching Jordan Book Novels & Stories

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

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.

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

I dropped into the seat, holding my breath as he closed the door and walked around, sliding behind the wheel. Jordan didn’t start the engine yet. Instead, he laughed under his breath, shaking his head. Did I really amuse him that much? “You need to learn to breathe, pretty boy,” he drawled. “Breathe.” I released the breath I had no idea I was holding, pressing my lips tight against each other. Jordan looked comfortable. Maybe a tad too much. And free. I’d seen him in crowds. There was always an air around him. Air of affluence, pride… There was something different today.

I said it myself barely an hour ago, There is never a right time. I waited almost a week to get this unbelievable chance and I'm not letting it slip right out of my fingers. I abandoned my car and took steps towards the curb where I brought myself to a halt and just stood still, watching with unsettled emotions as Jordan continued in her steps until she came to a complete and abrupt halt the exact moment she spotted me and as though it was formerly rehearsed, her shopping bags made the whole scene seem all too dramatic as they ripped open down the bottom and had all of the contents down on the floor.

I retrieved the book from her, it was a huge book with red and white stripes, Jordan was boldly inscribed on it. "What is this?" I asked, accessing the book carefully. "Jordan's Diary." She replied. "Olivia, there are some things you need to know, please read it." She added. "There are somethings I need to know, I really don't understand you. Is that why you are giving me your late brother's diary to read. Is that not like intruding ones privacy?" I asked, stretching back the book to her. "Jordan is dead, and I am sure he will want you to have it. Please read through it." She replied.

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.