Jordan Klee Sentence Novels & Stories

Damon ordered lunch while Sienna settled Jordan into a guest room. By the time food arrived, they were all gathered on the sunlit patio, plates stacked high with gourmet sliders, fries, and strawberry lemonade. “So,” Damon asked, biting into a fry, “Sienna says you play basketball?” Jordan nodded proudly. “Point guard. I run the court.” “He’s good,” Sienna added. “Coaches already want him for college scouting.” Jordan shrugged. “Still gotta finish sophomore year first.” “Are you fast?” Damon asked. “Fastest in my league,” Jordan said. “Want to race me?”

Their faces basked in the yellow sun. "I swear on my life, Jordan was training yesterday at the gym. I approached Coach Maleek about it, and all he could say was that I should focus on passing the audition," Megan said, her eyes focusing on the highway. "Then that other man, Zain, was just in there pretending not to see what was happening." Aria swallowed hard. "You've been with Ocean since kindergarten, Jordan only joined five years ago, your dad is an executive in the academy, there's no way Jordan will make it to the Olympics and you won't."

Out here… It was just the two of us. “So…” I looked back toward him. “Why isn’t anybody working with you?” Jordan didn’t even pause. He smirked beneath the curtain of hair hanging over his forehead. “They’re all chicken shits.” I laughed. “They’re afraid you’ll accidentally blow them up?” He pointed the pliers toward me. “Exactly.” He threw both hands into the air. “They think I’m going to trip a wire and…” He made another exploding motion. “… boom.” “I suppose that’s a fair concern,” I let out a small chuckle.

Killian’s POV “I know you’re training,” Jordan read out, voice low. He leaned against the study doorway with Reef’s phone in his hand. His face didn’t give away a thing, just that wolfish chill behind his eyes, like he was slicing the world into neat cold pieces to study. I was starting to know the look—Jordan calculating, not Jordan afraid. I stood up and crossed the room. Pressed in close so I could see the message with him. Just four words.

Blake’s phone rang and Jordan watched as he answered it. “I have to go now, they want me back at the house,” He said as he stood up to leave. “Thank you for having this talk with me, you don’t know how much it means to talk to you, thanks,” “It is fine Jordan, I wish you all the best and I will call to check up on you, don’t be too sad, Liam isn’t someone to give up, that I am super sure of, he is a fighter and he will fight to survive, don’t give up just yet,”

“But okay, if they have to be about you… What do you do?” Jordan straightened a little, pride warming his expression. “I play football for the NFL. Do you know what that is?” Malaya’s eyes widened. “You do? Like… on TV?” “She knows,” Laila said with a small smile. “We’re a football family because of my dad and Miles, whether we want to be or not.” Jordan chuckled. “Then you probably already know the answer to this, but yeah, I’m pretty good at it.” “Are you really good?” Malaya asked seriously.

She didn’t as he instructed. He stood and kicked her feet wider before his fingers tested her core for how ready she was. “If I knot you again, then we know it wasn’t a mistake and honey, if I don’t knot you this time, well, I’ll be shocked.” Ellie knew what knotting was, but she didn’t know anyone who had it occur with their mates. Jordan did it to her, and he was telling her it was game over if it happened.

Jordan got mad and didn't mind whether the poor kids were being used. His claws were lethal to anyone coming to a closer radius. In a short while Jordan stood there undefeated but guilty. Upon noticing whatever he planned wasn't working, Flame tried to teleport but couldn't. Frustrated, he charged back to Jordan, determined to finish him.

Jordan leaned against the lockers, wiping sweat. “You’re untouchable today,” he said. “Like you’re in your own orbit.” “Feels good,” I said, drying off. “Feels… right.” I shrugged. “Some things just click when you’re not running from everything.” Jordan chuckled. “Alright, preach. But I want details later.”

And man were they filthy. I lean against the building, watching as Karen finally comes out of the car, practically skipping away. I wait until she is out of view, before I walk over. Jordan is still in the back, playing around on his cell. I knock on the window. He sees me, and I can see the immediate look of stress. He opens the door, stepping out. “Raine.” He says my name. “Wow,” I began. “I just saw Karen. Looks like you did her well.” Jordan wouldn’t lie. I already knew that. He seemed to be a straight forward person, at least when it came to me. He touches the corners of his mouth, before showing a smirk.