Jim Gordon Comic Novels & Stories

Jim couldn’t grasp anymore than that, his mind wouldn’t let him. There was a slight tremor in the ground, causing all of Sloman’s bones to rattle. The same fetid odour rose in the office like a sudden increase in temperature. Jim started to back out when his foot kicked something that skittered out of the doorway. He turned to look and saw it was Sloman’s hand, the only part of his body to remain intact. It had been severed at the wrist but Jim could still see his wedding ring.

The gap between an A and a B rank seemed insurmountable. Years of animosity and battle have taught the Beast race many of humanity's flaws. "Let me go! You beast!" Gordon was throwing his arms around, but he was grabbed tightly by Gord's huge hands, unable to break free. "You're not going to follow me, and when I get to the forest, I'll let him go," Gord stated. He came to the conclusion that this guy was more powerful than him during those attack exchanges. The only odd thing was that the human didn't use any abilities or aura.

The call went through, and an arrogant sneer appeared on Gordon's bloodstained face. "Mr. Sheen, it's Gordon Seagal. No, not the one who sells sex toys… No, not Jordan who sells cars. I'm Gordon, not Jordan. Oh, right, yes. Do you remember me? Half a month ago, I went to your place with a suitcase..." After some time, Gordon finally managed to jog Robert's memory.

Jade Gordan covered his mouth and kept coughing, with a painful look on his face. Looking at Nicolas Gordon again, Caspian found that Nicolas Gordon shook his head at him quietly. "He knows." Caspian instantly understood what he meant from his eyes. Nicolas Gordon didn't want Caspian to say it out loud. The one who injured Jade Gordan was definitely not demons. Caspian didn't know why they were lying, but it was obvious that Dakota Wilde and Vincent Odom must know the inside story. But for some reason, it was not convenient for them to tell these disciples.

Gordon is on the ground trying to defend himself, but it is pointless. It's as if he is a thin skin sack of meat and blood that has never fought a day in his life. Jason's claws shred his prey viciously. He drags them down all of Gordon's limbs. Gordon's barely even conscious, and it's only been about 10 seconds.

the instant his eyes met Jeff Gray’s alarming gaze, he was afraid of the purpose of shrinking his neck and had the urge to bury his head like an ostrich. The white fatty glared at Chris Gordon and internally suspect him of lacking in loyalty. To assume that he wouldn’t hesitate to tug innocent individuals down with him! fortuitously Jeff Gray had apparently come back to his senses and solely kicked Chris Gordon before turning to go back to his seat. Chris Gordon hugged his leg and defeated his dry lips: “I thought I used to be planning to ascend to heaven simply then.” very little fatty felt no sympathy for him and just watched him holding his leg and jumping around, “I assume you mean going

"Yeah! Just happened! My head's still bleeding!" Silence followed. Nothing but dead air. Gordon mistook it for action—Lucas must already be digging into his foe's background. "You're finished, brat. You really thought no one could touch you? This city's full of giants, and I've called one!" … "Oh, really?" I said, smiling. Gordon bristled at my calmness.

The two is sitting comfortably on the waiting area facing each other with their expressionless face and straight body posture that made mouth gape. What are they doing? I let a single laugh after a couple of seconds staring at them and I shake my head. Same feather indeed flocked together. Seeing the two getting along to each other makes my head aches a little because of their weirdness. Gordon is an old school man and he's so boring to be with. And then Boise came to the picture who exactly has the same vibes with Gordon but with worst sense of humor. Theird weirdness are like bomb that suddenly explode without a warning. Just like now...

The feeling of being dwarfed was so overwhelming, Luke found his breathing stifled. As his thoughts roamed, the ground broke Jim’s fall with his right arm numbed. His contact with Zayn was no more than a tap, and yet it felt like he had touched a live wire with his bare hands. Still, the injury was light enough to be shrugged off, so Jim got back to his feet to explain himself, “I’m so sorry for this, Mr. Jones. I admit I messed up on managing my underlings, and I should have never allowed Jared the power to bring this delusional madman into a place he has no business being in just to insult you with this… delusion! This part right here is my fault, but please allow me to rectify it! I’ll ki

Gordon let out a raspy chuckle and slowly made his way up to the platform, his hands behind his back and his hunched figure moving leisurely. "Who's that old guy? He looks like he's on death's doorstep. Is he seriously the Stevens family's trump card?" "Come on, that frail old man wouldn't last a second against someone from Madblade Martial Academy! His bones would snap like twigs!" "Don't be fooled by appearances. In martial arts stories, it's always the crippled, elderly guys who turn out to be hidden masters." A wave of chatter spread through the spectators, their eyes fixed on Gordon's unimpressive figure. Aspen sneered at the crowd's ignorance, thinking that these fools had no idea how