Novel & Cerita Jordan Bleimeyer

I blasted back, "Do you think you can hurt me whenever you want, and I'm just supposed to accept it?" He deserved every bit of what happened. Wayne, grateful for the information I had shared, bought me a villa when he found out I was looking to buy a house. The day I moved in, Elijah and his family came over to celebrate with me. Among them was his grandson, Jordan Hale. Jordan was a strikingly handsome man, but his intimidating aura made him seem dangerous. He was a renowned photographer, but he looked more like a member of the mafia. Elijah introduced him. "Jordan's trained in kickboxing and Muay Thai. He once encountered a group of armed poachers while working in the rainforest and took d

I had no choice but to do this job so I just did my daily routine and did as was told and cookd what Brian loved. I walked with a tray in my hands of a chicken salad I had made with a glass of lemonade since it was kinda hot outside today and I knew Brian must be a bit warm in his room. So I wanted to make him something cool and refreshing to drink and eat. I took a deep breath in before knocking and then coming in but no guards or nursers were with me this time. I guess they all got tired of this bull shit as I was. I came in to find Brian sitting on his bed smiling at me.

I needed to buy myself a lot of time or else, I was going to be doomed if he discovers. Bang! I collided with a figure just as I was running, making me fall to the floor. Immediately, a sense of premonition arose in my heart as I stood up and looked at the figure. Frowning, I saw that the figure was a man in his late sixties. But from the looks of it, he didn't seem to be a member of the pack and it made me wonder if he was a spy. But then I could care less about that at the moment, I needed to leave as soon as I could. I didn't know if Alpha Kyle had noticed that I was missing or not.

Kenny's pov The night was cold, a storm seemed to be coming and there was an ominous feeling hanging in the air. I climbed the steps up to my room in the attic with slow steps, my body hurt from the beating I took today. When I finally reached my room I just fell on my small mattress that lay on the cold floor, not caring if I haven't changed yet. My body felt like led, the aches just to much to even think about moving to undress myself, I didn't care at this point if the blood was getting on my measly blanket or if the dirt was getting everywhere. A bright light suddenly shined into my small window lighting up the room so I couldn't see what was going on and I couldn't open up my eyes. Ther

“Sir—your office has been sealed. Security says they were instructed by corporate.” Jordan didn’t blink. “Expected.” Grace watched him closely. “You okay?” He smiled faintly. “Ask me that again when he tries something worse.” As if summoned by the thought, Jordan’s phone rang. This time, the name on the screen froze them both. Calder Hayes. Jordan answered. “Father,” he said evenly. Calder’s voice came through—measured. Cold. Familiar. “You’ve embarrassed me.” Jordan didn’t respond. “You think aligning with her makes you strong,” Calder continued. “It makes you predictable.”

Blake says, making Liam smile evilly. "Liam, you know what to do," he says, looking at me and beginning to open his gun closet. "Yes, sir. Time for a little fun," he says, hooting as he skips and turns quickly. "You get her home safely. We'll make sure to pay them a thank you." Blake says as we both come out with our gear on.

I ask, concerned that the kids are using him as a jungle gym. “Yes.” I chuckle. “Can you pass him the phone?” “I’ll try. He’s helping Addison on the monkey bars. He’s busy.” He runs off, and the phone's movement blurs his face, causing Hera and me to laugh. These kids are incredible. How can I have a family like the one she’s created and make them mine? “Mr. Thomas wants to speak with you!” Aiden yells. “Tell Mr. Thomas I can’t talk right now. I think I hurt my back,” Gelo says in the background as someone laughs.

The room ices over quickly. “We have some very talented individuals here today, and they deserve an introduction. Brent, who’s already spoken, is an outstanding critic and will be observing you all closely. Next, I’d like you to meet Jordan Wright. She’s from California, and she’s one of the best female assassins in the country, with triple-ten stats." She is overly impressed by them but also sees their flaws.

“It’s 9:23.” Jordan gave a mock sigh. “Fashionably late. As expected.” His eyes then turned to Damon, sharp and assessing—but not cold. “So you’re Damon Caldwell " Damon nodded, walking over with a faint smile. “And you’re the kid who’s probably got a folder labeled ‘Top 10 Things Damon’s Done Wrong’ saved in his phone.” Jordan grinned. “Not wrong. Just… questionable. But I’ll be honest, the gala performance yesterday? Impressive. You clean up well.”

I went to Dylan and Linc. “Damn, guys! You were fantastic. You definitely know how to make Jordan’s blood boil!” I said looking around to see Jordan. He was, as I expected, red as tomato and he was yelling on his teammates about how shitty players they are. Such a loser. “Hey, Jordan! I always knew you were a loser, but now I am sure about it!” Dylan screamed for Jordan to hear. We laughed. “Guys, where is Jeremy?” Mia asked. I didn’t notice that he wasn’t there during the game, but I definitely saw him in the beginning.