Jordan Steele Novel Novels & Stories

"I think I am on board with doing this." Annie walks over to the table that I am carrying Jenny to, smiling as she sets a steaming hot pan on the table. I can smell the spices from across the table. "I am on board too, but only if you tell me good news about the ass who claimed me as his..." As she looks hopefully at Jordan, I smile. "Oh, we took care of him alright. The bastard will never be heard from again." Jordan helpfully adds, "Don't worry, he's dead. I mean we could have cut his tongue out, but that wouldn't have stopped the other parts of him from violating the women and children he was after without their permission."

His eyes went to the clock informing him it was half past ten. “Come on, baby,” he murmured climbing into the car after locking up and heading to the local store. The cashier looked bored when he looked up at him before turning his attention to the book he was currently reading. Jordan hummed when he trailed up and down the aisles looking for something that could distract him and lingered in the alcohol section. He’d never ever get away with it here, the manager was a bitch. Stiles turned away heading to the candy side of the aisle to get some crap and jumped when he heard a familiar voice.

A child who will grow up knowing their father never loved their mother? A sudden blast of a car horn jerks me from my thoughts. I flinch violently, and my body reacts before my mind can catch up. My heel catches on an uneven stone, and I feel myself pitching forward. The world tilts, and I throw my hands out instinctively, but it's too late. I'm falling. I brace for impact, but it never comes. Instead, strong arms catch me, pulling me back from disaster. For one wild, foolish moment, I think it's Miles, but the scent is all wrong; cedar and night air instead of Miles' sandalwood and spice.

Mama Wendy said and the whole school turned back to see his head inclined into Tasha neck. "Yes Mama Wendy" he answered not feeling embarrassed at all. "Get down here you silly boy" Wendy replied and Jordan rushed down to answer her. Jordan stood in front of the box and opened it slowly, the first lock and the second and the third was the one locked with Seth's blood, Jordan brought out a knife from his boots and sliced his hands slowly his face giving no expression of pain. As soon as a drop of his blood touched the box, it opened and the book was revealed.

Jordan told the guards to bring Rena into the palace. "Let her go, Damn it!" Romeo cried furiously. He swung the chain at his brother until Jordan was hit by an iron ball and fell. Without further ado, Romeo lunges at Jordan and shoots the man. Like getting a lot of energy when he sees Rena, Romeo continues to follow his younger brother to make Jordan helpless blindly. This is proof and retribution as it seems.

"Mr. Steele, stop! We need him alive! The doctor is busy with Ms. Madison. We don't have anyone else qualified to treat your wife." My body stills. In my anger, I had forgotten about Cordelia, still struggling to hang onto life. Jude sits up. Coughing, he spits out two teeth and a mouthful of blood. It's only then that I notice his hands are cuffed. The only reason I was able to land so many punches was because he wasn't able to land any of his own. Good. He deserves so much worse. "As soon as we are in civilization," Jude hisses. "I'm pressing charges."

Jordan glawed. " That's if you succeed in staying alive?" The gangleader seethed and pointed his gun at Jordan. He yelled at him to raise his hand above his head. Jordan was fuming within. This fellow must ensure that he kills him. Because if he doesn't, he will make him experience a fate worse than death. Jordan carefully raised his head above his head. The one with a gun is the master in every confrontation. The extent of damage that a single bullet shot from a gun, was capable of making someone close his eyes and never open them again.

RUTH’S POV The weight of Reign’s arms around me was the only anchor keeping me from dissolving into the air. He moved with a swift, calculated urgency, his long strides taking us away from that defiled bed and toward the grand staircase. But the poison of this house wasn't finished with us. Before Reign could even set foot on the first step of the final flight of stairs, a blurred shadow cut through the blinding light of the landing. Jordan was already there. He stood at the head of the stairs, completely naked, his chest heaving as the bitter, raw venom of his shattered ego leaked from every pore. He looked entirely animalistic—unhinged, consumed by a raging, jealous madness he could no lon

he slipped out, walked down the hall barefoot, and tapped on Alex’s door. Alex opened it shirtless, eyes dark. He pulled Jordan inside without a word, locked the door, and shoved him onto the bed face-down. “Make it hurt,” Jordan whispered into the pillow. “So tomorrow I remember who I really belong to.” Alex did.

“They had aconite in them.” “Aconite? That sounds like Bianca and her posse.” She hissed, "Just how much further can they take this bullying of theirs?” “A lot further, it turns out this was all Jordan's idea,” I said to her, trying desperately not to start crying again. “What? Jordan? No way. He couldn't have. Did he?” She looked at me shocked. So I recalled the conversation that happened in his room, the things Bianca said, and how he didn’t deny anything. And I watched with each word that left my lips how the Jordan she knew in her mind died.