Jordan Bleimeyer Novels & Stories

“Good.” Boomer folded his arms across his chest. “The second Jordan finishes enough devices, I’ll personally deliver them.” He glanced toward the windows. “After they’re placed…” His grin widened. “… the team moves on detonation.” His eyes shifted toward the smoke still drifting across the compound. A laugh escaped him. “I heard Jordan’s having himself a good time out there.” He motioned toward the window. I smirked. “Looks like he finally found the right combination.” Boomer chuckled. “I’d say so.”

Even sitting ten feet away, I could feel the suffocating weight of her power. "And Brent?" Lyle choked out, gesturing wildly toward my terminal. "How the fuck did you get Brent to do this? He’s a mercenary! He doesn't work for anyone but himself!" At the sound of my name, I finally stopped typing. I spun my chair around, looking at Lyle with a dark, entirely unsympathetic sneer.

END Hello, author here. This is my first time to ever leave any notes but please forgive me if I made any inconvenience to any of you. In any case, this is the end of volume 1 of BLAIR. I am terribly sorry for the slow updates and short chapters, but I will try to improve. Thank you for all your support so far and prepare for volume 2, The Great Sandcastle!!

The guy was broad-shouldered, sharp-featured, and had the kind of confidence that came with knowing you were good at what you did. The moment he saw Adrian, he grinned. "You must be Adrian Sinclair." Adrian blinked. "Uh… and you are?" "Jordan Hale," he said, offering a hand. "New transfer student. I heard you’re the best tutor here." Adrian shook his hand hesitantly. "Thanks, I guess. Are you here for a session?" Jordan chuckled. "Not exactly. More like… scouting the competition." Adrian frowned. "Competition?" Before Jordan could answer, Liam arrived.

God I hope not, "who's your friend over there?" My brother turned around, looking towards where I was, "That's Blake, my roommate in college, he'll be staying with us for a while." he said. "Us?" I raised a brow. "Yes Jade, us." he spread his arms like he was going to give me a hug, "I'm moving back in." he smiled widely.

“I’m not asking, Dad.” I looked at Liam. His hands were shaking but he held eye contact with Desmond. He was determined and I had told him if he wasn’t willing to step up with the consequences, that he should wait. “What do you mean you’re not asking. I’m your father. Who do you think will be paying for…” “I got a four year scholarship through the Guild. They found my dissertation on the benefits and capabilities of ley lines to be worth covering my tuition. They offered me a full ride and the option for a Masters.”

LIAM JORDANS RETURNS AT THE 97TH BOARD MEETING OF GLAMOUR HOLDINGS. IT IS BELIEVED THAT HE HAS RETURNED FROM THE LAND OF THE DEAD. HAVING OVERCOMED SOMETHING AS HARD AS A BULLET SHOT IN THE SPINE, LIAM JORDANS SEEMS TO BE MORE FEARLESS. LIAM JORDANS IS TO HE APPOINTED AS THE NEW CHAIRMAN OF GLAMOUR HOLDINGS!!!! Alexa's hands pressed the remote relentlessly as she swapped channels a million times, but it showed the same thing. Liam Jordan's was back. She had no idea he went to Glamour Holdings today and she could not even believe it till she' heard for herself.

Oh joy. When Coach Mitchel stops talking, Aiden, Kelson, and the third string QB leave while the rest of us stay in the room with Coach Morely. Morely talks about the practice films we'll be watching tomorrow morning and what he expects of us. "Jordan, you'll be sticking with Lane. He'll explain what you'll be doing during morning session. The two of you will join special teams each afternoon." I don't show my relief but I'm glad to be with someone who knows the ropes. From the information I found online, Lane is twenty-eight, he went pro directly out of college, and he's single. He has fair skin, blue eyes, and short brown hair. He's good looking, though no Aiden Patrickson in my opinion. T

He responded. "Will the two Alphas who have elected to stand with Alpha Caleb, please identify themselves." The head stated. The first person to get on his feet was Nolan. While they had patched up their relationship somewhat, Caleb still didn't expect much from Nolan, even less to speak alongside him. "I, Alpha Nolan, of the McGyver Pack, stand with Alpha Caleb of the Duncan Pack, in the trial of Alejandro." He announced. If Nolan standing to his feet shocked him, the next voice he heard, sent his shock into overdrive.

Unless the person who killed Rose wasn’t him. Finally clicking, I stand up and head to my office. Grabbing my phone, I dial Jordan. Cursing, I think about anything else. Then, finally answering the call, I explain to Jordan what I just found out. Jordan was speechless. He wasn’t answering back. “You sure?” Jordan asked with confusion, “You know this is impossible. He is a hunter for Christ’s sake Liam.” “And that’s the catch,” I said, smiling. “You need to show me that,” Jordan said.