Catching Jordan Novels & Stories

“Liam never touched the piano.” “I know,” I said quietly. “But he does now.” Jordan didn’t respond, but his eyes darkened with something that looked like dread. --- Five minutes later, the cameras were live. Jordan stood by the back door again, his hoodie pulled up, backpack slung over one shoulder. “I’ll tap into everything from my end. Audio, video, even motion. If he starts making calls, opening secret drawers, or doing… anything out of character, I’ll know.” I hesitated. “And if he’s just… being good?”

Jordan moved his hands to towards the basket but not without looking at Brad to see if he was going to react and this was funny to watch. We talked about things but not things that had happened in the last couple of days I know they are trying to get my head out of what happened but I don't think that is possible tho but I am grateful that they are trying to help me. Jordan has been eating since and he is not even tired.

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.

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.”

Bridgett "Your mother sends her regards." The photographer’s sneer was the last thing he managed before the world exploded. A blur of black motion descended from the terrace above. Jordan didn't use the stairs. He vaulted over the stone railing, landing on the grass with a heavy, bone-shaking thud that cracked the earth. He didn't look like a CEO. He looked like a god of war. "Paul!" Jordan roared, his voice vibrating with a power that made the leaves on the trees shiver. "Secure the children!"

Jordan got mad and didn't mind whether the poor kids were being used. His claws were lethal to anyone coming to a closer radius. In a short while Jordan stood there undefeated but guilty. Upon noticing whatever he planned wasn't working, Flame tried to teleport but couldn't. Frustrated, he charged back to Jordan, determined to finish him.

But the moment my eyes fell on that envelope again, sitting exactly where I had left it, I knew I couldn’t ignore it. My fingers hovered over it for a long second before I finally gave in and slid the first DVD out. The one with his name written across it, Jordan 2 It was different from the one I had previously watched. The screen flickered to life. At first, there was just static. Then light. A dark, concrete room came into focus. And in the middle of it, him again, stripped naked with only boxer briefs. Jordan was chained to the wall, blood dripping down his chest, his body trembling with exhaustion. His face was barely recognizable beneath the bruises, but those eyes those fierce, golden

Jordan “Damn, Q,” I drawl, my grin tugging slowly as I lean back against the bunk, watching him. “Look at you. Standing tall like you ain’t been chained to that chair for weeks. All I’m missin’ is a camera and some confetti.” He scowls, his arms shaking as he braces against the wall. “Don’t start with me, Jordan.” “Who, me?” I grab my yo-yo off my bed, drop the watch back, then toss the yo-yo into the air, catch it, and let the string wind tight. “Nah, man. I’m happy you got to earn your reward.”

But before she could take a step, a hand grabbed her arm, pulling her back. She spun around, expecting to see a reporter or a fan. But it was Jordan. He looked angry—angry and hurt and desperate. His eyes were filled with emotion as he looked at her, his grip on her arm tight but not painful. “Where do you think you’re going?” he shouted, his voice loud enough to cut through the noise of the crowd. “Are you just going to stand here and watch him play house with another woman? Are you just going to let him treat you like you don’t exist?”

Instead of kicking it in, he took the ball back and before the keeper could understand what was going on, Remus took the ball from Cassian just in time and kicked it in. A loud cheer erupted from the red team as they ran towards each other and did their thing. By the time the ball was thrown again to start the other round, things started to get intense. Jordan got some dirty tricks under his sleeve and he put them on display. He started by taking the ball only to himself without passing to anyone, yet, he moved with his team such that if someone from the red team try to take the ball, they would get surrounded and be knocked down to the ground. Of course, the coach would just think it was no