Catching Jordan Book Novels & Stories

“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 stared closely at it and took note, it was a book of the old, the letters and writing, the colours and texture all proved that it was a book of the 70s or 80s. I didn't know why, but it picked my interest and I picked it up and went through it. I tried reading through it but I suddenly perceived a familiar cologne. I have been close to the person with the cologne four times to know it was him. It filled my senses and I my heart skipped. "No no.no....." my heart cried I slowly turned around and my eyes met the dark brown eyes of Jordan. A scream escaped my mouth, the book I held fell and Jordan grabbed my arms and drew me forcefully to himself.

Jordan had eaten and drunk enough and was about to return to her room. Westley called out to her. "Wait a moment." Jordan ignored him and kept on walking. But Westley grabbed her arms and she was pulled back. She lost her balance and fell into the man's arms. As she fell, she instinctively reached out to support herself. She felt something change under her hand. Jordan jumped up as if she had been burned. She forgot there was a grill nearby, and as she was about to fall into it, she was pulled away by a force.

He dodged Jordan's attack and countered with a blow that sent Jordan crashing to the ground. As Jordan struggled to get up, he saw Sophia trying to run away. But Marcus was too fast. He caught her and dragged her back, his hand over her mouth to silence her screams. Jordan knew he had to think fast. He looked around the room, desperate for a way out. And then, he saw it. A small window, high up on the wall. It was his only chance. With a surge of adrenaline, Jordan sprinted towards the window. He could hear Marcus shouting behind him, but he didn't look back. He climbed up onto a crate and pushed the window open, squeezing through just as Marcus reached for him.

I couldn't wait to trace my fingertips over it. “2013,” Casper muttered. “You're close, but no,” Jordan said. Casper unbuttoned his shirt and threw it off his large body. My breath caught in my throat as flashes of what happened in the bathroom filled my head. I bit my lips and looked away to prevent myself from doing something rash. "Kay, baby?” I raised my head when Jordan called out to me. “It's your turn,” he said. Jordan was already out of his clothes right at the door, so if I should get it right, he'll be pulling off his briefs.

And just like that, he walked back to Laura—who looked like she was ready to kill me. The library was nearly empty after school. A few students whispered at the back, but most of the tables were deserted. I sat at one of them, fidgeting with my pen, pretending to focus on the worksheet in front of me. My heart raced with every second that passed. Then he walked in. Jordan. Backpack slung lazily over one shoulder, that same calm swagger in his step. He spotted me instantly, offered a small smile, and made his way over. “Hey,” he said, dropping into the seat beside me. “You didn’t run off this time.”