Jordan Klee Sentence Novels & Stories

Adam asked patiently. Pouring another shot of whiskey, Jordan gripped his glass tightly and took his drink in one gulp. Carrying the bottle back to the couch, he sat down and took another drink and another. He just wanted to get rid of the rage his entire body is feeling. “If St. Claire’s not telling her, then I will,” Jordan finally answered. He looked at his glass hardly. “I don’t know what his reasons are but I’m not going to play this game he thinks he is creating for me.”

“You mean you—” “Yes.” Jordan blinked, then let out a low whistle. “Damn. That’s a first. You always look like you’ve got steel control, but I didn’t think you were made of actual steel.” His words didn't matching with the ones I'd ideated “Drop it.” It's not evening yet, but I'm physically and mentally drained. I need a fucking rest, an escape, a release. Jordan leaned back on his heels. “Y’know I wouldn’t. Not until you admit what’s obvious.”

“Whеrе I play Five A Sіdе, they have a kіdѕ tеаm thаt Jоrdаn іѕ оn, the раrеntѕ were ѕtrugglіng tо brіng ѕоmеоnе іn аftеr thе last guу lеft due to a bеrеаvеmеnt so I said I wоuld take оvеr the Wеdnеѕdау nіght trаіnіng.” “Hе’ѕ rеаllу gооd. I hope I саn bе juѕt as good аѕ him оnе dау,” Jоrdаn piped uр. Hе lооkеd on аt Jоеl аѕ ѕоmеоnе hе lооkеd up tо аnd thаt mаdе mе ѕmіlе.

Lord Kowell said confidently. Jordan on the other hand was already sweating, that's an impossible mission for him. Jordan kneeled before Lord Kowell, surprising him, "My Lord I'm sorry but she can't die, many have tried and failed." He raised his head to look at Lord Kowell, who just stood there emotionless.

She wore black jeans and a plain t-shirt. Elena was teaching Lily how to pronounce complex words. And Harley was not around. It was his usual playtime, so he goes to the ground with his friends. Jordan has noticed her brother taking interest in football and has been practicing it diligently. Jordan bids bye to her mom and kisses Lily on her cheeks and head towards Adrian’s place.

"Fucking wash that thing already." Judging from the pride on Jordan's face, he wasn't going to. "So uhm... Moving on, what's your secret weapon?" "Speed," Hakeem nodded. "I'm the fastest midfielder on the team." "My thighs," Jamal flexed them, grinning at the camera. Cyrus stroked his chin and said, "Mr di-" "You know I'm going to blip foul words, right?" I quickly interjected, pups racing for no reason. His gaze returned to my face, calm as they stared with a hint of unwavering amusement. "Determination. I was going to say 'my determination.' what's wrong with you?"

“Playing football isn’t a lark for me. I live, eat, and breathe the game. Right now good kickers are in high demand, so I’m getting a shot to play a game I’ve always loved.” “Are you a good kicker?” Cloe asks quickly. “I’m one of the best,” Jordan shoots back. No hesitation. No doubt. Hell, she almost convinces me. Nervous laughter fills the room now. Or at least I think it sounds nervous. Coach calls the next reporter.

I tried not to look directly at him, only sneaking a peek without raising my head. In that moment, I remember I needed to find another way to get Jordan to drop more of his guards. He’s the lesser evil of the three, meaning he’s the best chance I’ve got right now before making my way to the others. He’s the opening, and he just needs a little nudge. “Fuck, I thought it was Alfred, he has been blowing up my phone non-stop ever since we got back from your parents.” Kaden announced his present, stepping further into the sitting area and throwing himself onto a chair. Unlike Jordan, he was wearing a shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbow, displaying his impressive biceps.

"Maybe you'll finally stop working so much and pay attention to your wife." His fingers tighten on my waist. Before he can say anything else, Jordan comes barreling back towards us, nearly tripping over his own feet. "Did you see that?! Nora destroyed them! She's like... a cheetah! A cheetah with anger issues!" I laugh and ruffle his hair. "Language, mister." Jordan grins up at us, completely unbothered, then suddenly gasps like he just remembered something important. "Oh! I made another banner for the next race!" he announces proudly, already digging into his backpack.

I force myself to do the same, even though I'm not liking how the dance team is getting everyone's attention today. And I can't order all of them not to turn that way. At least I know there are fifteen people that they might be looking at, not necessarily... "Damn, that Kingsley kid is hot as hell. Look at him go down. Fuuuck, that ass," Jordan blurts out about twenty feet away from me, but I hear him loud and clear so I turn to him in annoyance. Jordan's a senior, he already presented as an alpha. He has no business saying something like that about Kingsley when he's only fourteen. Maybe I hate him, but that's disgusting and I would defend any of those girls on the team just the same if thi