Jordan Bleimeyer Novels & Stories

“What are you doing?” “Saving the kid.” “Saving the kid?” The tall man sneered. “Do you just care about the money? Don’t you see how scary the river is?” “It’s fine,” Thomas said indifferently. When the man heard this, he kept laughing. “It’s fine? Are you bluffing? Do you know who I am? I’m Jordan Neal, the leader of the state swimming team. I deal with water every day, and my swimming skills are advanced. If I can save the kid, will it be your turn? Don’t be so greedy and overestimate yourself. Go away, don’t get in the way.”

He might be dating Drew, he might pretend to be nice but all these doesn't change my perceptions about him. "You really need to stop existing Olivia, no one wants you. You are not important. Your sight alone irritates me. Jamaal, how do you cope with this thing, check that wristwatch out guys, did you steal your grandpa's wristwatch cheapskate?" Jordan asked, chuckling. "We are going to be late guys," Liam, the innocent looking one of the squad cut in. Liam was known to be good with anything that has to do with computer, technology. He doesn't really talk much, but I bet he wasn't as innocent as his looks.

Of course they did. He’s been in this game too long not to recognize a message when he sees one. “This could be a warning,” Jordan says after a beat. “A threat. Someone is trying to shake us.” Us. But that’s the thing—Jordan is the face of Glimmr. Dwight made sure of it. To the world, Jordan is the CEO, the powerhouse behind the company. Dwight stays in the shadows, where he prefers to be. The only people who know the truth? Felix Carrington. And Leah.

While his hair was combed back in the same style like he does. His fragrance was alluring. The refreshing scent, she could also smell some hint of woody fragrance and his eyes carried a whole world. Under the moonlight, they looked deeper and right now she was ready to dive in them. Zion was actually in his own world, when he heard his dad clearing his throat to grab his attention. "Zion, Mr. Daniel is talking to you." Aiden Black informed him. "Ohh". He was embarrassed, "I am sorry. I didn't hear you." Zion spoke politely and he extended his hand for a handshake.

However, his loyal crushes didn't even care about those comments. I avoided him in multiple ways. Until one night in the middle of the semester, I saw him. I was on my way to an integration event where the lower and upper semester guys were going to be together. I was dressed in a black skirt and black blouse. I had brown hair and brown eyes, my face looked round. I saw Jared leaning against a tree as if he was having difficulty walking. No one had seen him because everyone was busy at the mid-semester event. I decided to approach for the first time, I confirmed that it was Jared Ackerman, the most loved by the girls in college.

“Amelia. It’s okay. We have time. We don’t have to talk about her today.” I stop moving. He steps closer, slow, careful, like he’s approaching something fragile. He takes my hand gently, grounding, and leads me back to the sofa. I let him. My legs feel weak anyway. “Would you like some coffee?” he asks. I breathe in. Out. “Yes, with lots of milk,” I say quietly. He walks back to his desk. It’s large, polished, powerful-looking, his name bold across the front. Blake Jordan. He rolls up his sleeves slightly, his shirt tucked into his pants and fabric stretching tight over his shoulders. His arms are solid and defined. God, he looks unfairly good like this, focused and dominating

A man walked by his side, and I assumed that it was his father, Elijah, approached us, and looking at Katerina he froze for a second before shaking his head, snapping himself out of whatever daze he fell into. “Alpha Domenico” he said, looking at the Lycan who smiled. “Elijah, it is nice seeing you here” “I am part of the city’s businessmen, it is only right to attend such social events” he said, smiling at him before turning to face Katerina and I “my apologies for my rudeness. I’m Elijah Grimaldi, and this is my wife, Sophia Grimaldi”

I said as I fought a smile. “You give them everything and this is how they treat you,” Gabe sighed. “I’ll get started on your mythical. I’m Adea. What can I get you?” I asked his friend. “I heard. I’m Leo. I’ll take what Gabriel’s having,” he said. He wore a white baseball cap flipped back, his blonde hair was shaved short, but long in the front. He was handsome, his light brown eyes stared at me with interest and a hint of jealousy. As if there was anything to be jealous about between me and Gabe.

“Liam never touched the piano.” “I know,” I said quietly. “But he does now.” Jordan didn’t respond, but his eyes darkened with something that looked like dread. --- Five minutes later, the cameras were live. Jordan stood by the back door again, his hoodie pulled up, backpack slung over one shoulder. “I’ll tap into everything from my end. Audio, video, even motion. If he starts making calls, opening secret drawers, or doing… anything out of character, I’ll know.” I hesitated. “And if he’s just… being good?”

someone yells while others around him cheer and run towards the pool. I look around to see a few guys from my pack taking off their shirts and pants before jumping into the pool. I wonder if they realize how cold it is? I chuckle and shake my head when a few squeal and someone yells it is fucking freezing and moves to try to get back out. I smile back at Zander, who is watching me curiously. He has regained control. There still a light rim of Jace in his eyes, just as I'm sure Kia is still present in mine.