Catching Jordan Mga Nobela at Kwento

"But what should we do to get rid of Serena?" Michael asked. A heavy silence filled the room. The tension in the air intensified. Deep in thought, the three men sat still with their brows furrowed. Out of the blue, Jordan's phone rang. "I'll take this call outside," Jordan said, his hips swaying as he walked out the door. Barely half a minute later, he came rushing back inside, his face lit up with excitement. "Mikey! Freddy! I've got good news—great news, actually!"

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

He looked like someone waiting for the right moment to act and I hated the thought of whatever he might be planning. I tried to ignore him and focus on Jordan's match but I could feel Ace's eyes on me. It was like having a target painted on my back. Every few minutes I'd glance over and he'd still be there, just watching. Jordan won his match in straight sets and came jogging over to where I was standing by the fence, grinning and sweating. "Did you see that backhand in the second set? I've been working on that shot for months." "It was incredible. You made it look easy."

He apologized. "What is this about again dad?" Hiro asked with a calmer voice. "I just want to discuss with her about---" Dad wasn't able to finish what he was about to say when I walked out away from there. I can still hear them calling my name but I didn't look back as my eyes were pooling with tears. ___ And I'm now right here sitting inside the club while watching others having fun. "What are you doing Sapphire? Come on! Enjoy with us!" Jenny said.

" Jethro is so adorable and I don't have any problems when it comes to kids but he just needs stability and he needs his father's attention most of the time and I don't want to take his father's attention away from him. I figured that he needed some father and son time." " That makes sense because all they could talk about was you and how you taught Jethro how to be a medical assistant. By the time I left he was asking his father to get him a doctor, so that included a stethoscope and a couple of things so I had to be the patient and they're getting that they were playing but I didn't mind because we had already discussed business in Dubai. " "Before I forget ;Owen Black, that gorgeous hunk

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.

Upon saying that, he hung up right away. On the other end, Jordan was at his mistress’ house. He had just taken a shower and was about to engage in a session of passion when he received Zayn’s call. He was startled and did not dare to delay. He hastily got up from the bed and accidentally tripped. The fall was agonizing, and he clenched his teeth in pain.

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

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