Evil.jordan Lyrics Novels & Stories

he says to me. "I...I don't know where I'm...I'm on an island, and my mate got a daddy and he doesn't want me," I cry to the phone, my brother would know what to do. "I'm going to kill him," Jordan says through gritted teeth, I agree, he should kill him. "I'll call you back when I know where I'm," I say, I don't know where I'm, I have no idea how to tell him where I'm, Eli have to tell me where I'm.

Filled with a sudden burst of energy, I dance my way to the dance floor, getting rid of my jacket along the way. Drenched in sweat, I unbutton the first three buttons of my shirt. I felt someone pulled me back against them and I couldn’t be bothered. Alcohol rained down on us at the dance floor and I opened my mouth to receive it. “Evie, that’s drugs.” Jordan’s alarmed voice penetrated my fugging mind while his hand tried to shut my mouth. Biting his hand before swatting it away, I widened my mouth. The music tempo changes, turning into something heavy. In his desperate attempt to keep my mouth shut, making it easy for him to pull him however I want as I grind against him.

“I don’t mind having you for a partner, dear Grayson. I’m looking forward to it.” “Take your pick, Jordan!” Jenna challenged hardly. “Only one will be going home with you alive!” Jordan clenched his fists, desperation rising up inside of him. He took a step but wobbled as his entire body is screaming in pain from the battery it received. He reached out with both hands and without further waiting, he went down on his knees. “Please let them go,” he finally begged. He could feel tears coming out from his eyes, further blurring his vision. “Kill me instead. Let them go. Please.”

"I will never leave this pack!" When Jordan woke up, he calmed Evora, who was already looking to show his fangs. "Hey, listen to me. Aren't you the one who talked to me to be able to live alone without anyone interfering...." There was a pause in his sentence. Evora paid no heed, she was still gripping the table, and her gaze was fixed on the mound of snow that had fallen last night. The hug that Jordan gave was not in her mind. But there was one additional sentence Jordan put in her ear in a whisper.

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?"

“Your little cousin will live if you hand Emilia over to me.” “You’re a coward to think hurting a child is the best way to threatening me.” “Refuse and everyone you love gets a taste.” Anger and poison mixed inside Jairo. He should have killed him when he had the chance. “Gateway. Five p.m.” he said into the phone then hung up without a second of debate.

He stood in my dirty, freezing kitchen, a king from a different world, and he let me completely fall apart in his arms, refusing to let me hit the ground. When my tears finally subsided into quiet, exhausted hiccups, Evans slowly pulled back. He kept his hands on my waist, his expression incredibly tender. "You are not a charity case," Evans murmured, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my forehead. "You are not a pawn in a draft. You are Tamine Jordan. And you don't have to fight this alone anymore."

Jordan’s fingers twitched—his version of panic. Grace felt her breath catch. Evan whispered, “We need to get out of here.” Jordan didn’t blink, didn’t breathe, didn’t move. His voice came out like ice cracking— “Over my dead body.”

"Why don't you just die?" "You have to first and we are going to anyway," "Are you scared of dying?" Liam inquired washing his mouth with water, he could still take Jordan on his lips. "Wow, you are the devil ain't you?" "You are me, ain't you?" Liam said in response. "Unfortunately, I hate it here," "Then leave," "I wish I could, you are of no use but I don't have a choice,"

Unable to utter a coherent word at the burning gaze in his eyes, Emerald could only nod in response. Jordan placed a kiss on her forehead before muttering, “words, my love. Promise me with your words.” “I promise.” “You are mine, Emerald, mine alone.” ▬▬▬▬▬●●▬▬▬▬▬ So. . . Who expected that bomb I dropped on you guys about Logan? Hehehe, no one, that's who! Jamming to Leave the door open by Silk Sonic & Bruno Mars as I sulk. Oi, my single life. I need me some Jordan. . .