Novel & Cerita Jordan Bleimeyer

“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.

“He pulls me into his arms, and I let out a sigh. I giggle when our little man kicks, and I am positive that Kaden can feel it. He pulls back and looks at my stomach. He rubs it, telling our little man that he gets time with mommy, too, which earns me another hard kick. I am convinced that this little boy is going to be a soccer player when he is old enough whit how hard he kicks. He has had enough practice kicking my bladder around these last six months. I ask if he has heard from Alek or Lance, and he says that Alek called while I changing, letting him know that they were able to get Tianya and Kylynn home. He says that they didn’t kill anyone but that they now need to replace the pu

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.

Jordan Davis. “Kyra…”

He added when I began to pull at a bar again. I looked down at my lap, processing the information he just gave me. This whole mate situation is just like a sadistic fairytale, I just can't seem to escape no matter where I go. No wonder why I couldn't break out before. I still need to train when I get home, but at least I'm not a complete failure like I thought I was. I heard something drop to the ground and I looked over to where Leon was standing. He dropped a plate that had some bread with a glass of water on it. I looked up at him questioningly and he just smiled at me.

My fingers grip around the glass as I gulp down the liquid. Nothing feels better than cold water going down your hoarse throat. "Hey. Jordan smiles, looking up at me. "Hi." I wave, not knowing how else to respond to his dashing smirk or his shirtless chest. Jordan squirts some of the cream onto his fingers, “this might sting a little, doll. But it'll feel really good after.” His fingers brush lightly against the blisters, making me wince in pain. "That one isn't even a blister, it’s open. Jacob points to a spot on the side of my heel.

More muscular and taller too. "It's nice to meet you all." Jace said with a smile and gave his hand to them one at a time. "We have heard so much about you." Maya said while looking at Jace with admiration . "I will say, you look even better in person than you do on TV." Jace gave a nervous laugh before responding. "Thanks!". "Jordan was a wrestler, but now he has retired. He moved with his family here to enjoy the rest of his retirement." Coach Grayson explained.

Color-coded. “Oh my God,” I whispered, pointing. “Are those—dividers? In prison? What is this, Martha Stewart’s revenge arc?” He shot me a look so sharp I felt it in my fucking kidneys. Those blue-green eyes just made me grin wider. “Okay, okay. I’ll be good. Let’s start over. I’m Jordan. Jordan Vex. Tattoos, bad attitude, probably a cautionary tale. You?” He didn’t answer, but he did after a while. “I don't see any tattoos.”

Jordan sneered, "Don't worry. I'll handle this. I'll make sure the Sharp family suffers in Ashthorne. Even if Ford Corporation feeds resources to them, I'll make them cough it all up or pay for it." After giving him those instructions, Liesel hung up and leaned back in her seat with closed eyes. She raised her hand to massage her temples. Finally, she had released some of her pent-up frustration and could rest for a moment. "Jordan Steele is one of the most important pillars of Shifter Corporation, the director at headquarters. He actually follows your orders?" Elijah's gaze flickered slightly. "Liesel, who exactly are you? Or rather, how many people have you kept in the dark?"