Jordan Steele Novel Novels & Stories

“The great Jordan, trapped in a hospital bed. Weak, vulnerable.” Lorenzo’s lips curled. “And yet, he’s still alive.” Carlos met his gaze, amusement flashing in his eyes. “Not for long.” Lorenzo leaned in, the low rumble of his voice steady. “Then let’s do what someone else couldn’t do.” Carlos laughed and lifted his glass again. “Patience, my friend. Jordan Steele is a man with a death sentence. And when the time comes…” He let the thought hang in the air, the implication weighty.

"Let him in" Jordan patiently waited for Rowan to walk into his study. "What do you want?" Jordan asked. "I received a note, from Leviathan" He handed it over. 'If you want her, bring Jordan to me. Leviathan' Jordan frustratingly turned away. "If he wants war, we will give him one. He will never lay a finger on that moon stone" "My pack will help too" Rowan said to him. "I don't need your help," Jordan turned to him.

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.”

Then Soren asked directly, "Where's Jordan Ballard?" Jose didn’t dare to show the slightest annoyance about Soren's indifference. He quickly stepped aside and replied, "Jordan is here." Soren looked at the old man who Jose was pointing at. Jordan, whose legs and arms were bound, drooped his head. He looked downcast, and his face appeared bloodless in the moonlight. Hearing the voice, he looked up and met Soren's gaze, an intense disgust emerging in Jordan’s eyes. But Soren laughed and uttered in gloat, "Hello, Jordan. Nice to meet you again! I’ve said that you can't escape."

I assured him before hanging up. There There Mr. Shelton. Let's see how much more trouble you'll be causing now. ************************************* Jordan's P O V My lids felt heavier than normal and the sharp ache I felt in my head wasn't in anyway helping at all. With a lot of push and concentration, I was able to slowly peel my eyes open to find myself seated on the bare hard concrete floor in some dark and cold room with only a single window high up and a dead beat bulb which did nothing to illuminate the room but still spared me enough to notice Adrian present not to far away from me.

But then, if she finished off Jonathan, Kyle will win Alexandra. "I'll kill him," Jordan said, with a warning glare. "But I will NEVER let you have Alexie." Kyle almost dropped his smile but held it up with great difficulty. "Let's see what my Uncle decides and if he doesn't approve I'll back away." "You better." Jordan threatened and pushed past the Burly guards to exit the nightclub. Kyle unleashed a hysteric laugh. That dumb bitch, so easily manipulated! Once she kills Jonathan, everything will be in place. For utter mayhem.

Zlata I hid behind a tree, watching Jordan’s back as he disappeared behind the doors of the packhouse. Apex Obsidian and the Glowing Moon were rivals with no diplomatic ties. Alpha Colin and Travis could not stand each other, so what could Jordan possibly be doing here? I had truly believed I had finally found a home—that I was safe—but Jordan’s appearance shattered my world. Freedom felt like a fragile glass ornament that had just been crushed under a heavy boot. The idea of losing it was terrifying.

It rested and I became calm, the pain within me stil lingered around but the ache in my head was gone. My eyes shut close again and were opened. Jordan was already where I was, he closed his eyes and did that thing he did the other time again, using his healing abilities. Immediately, all the pain vanished and I was fine again. I stood up all by myself, refusing help. I shot a dreadful glare at Judah who seemed remorseful and at the same time, not. He could not even say sorry. "The book is at my place, Jordan. I am sorry I read it, I thought you had dropped it for me." I said to Jordan immediately. I did not know where the apology was coming from but I felt like just...doing it.

Jordan winked jokingly at the end, trying to lighten the tension in the air "on that first day you paid him no mind, you weren't at all drawn to him. Which, naturally vexed my brother. You had your head stuck in a book." "My Prince in-" Maya tried to recall the title of the book she was reading that day. "My Prince in Wolf's Clothing" Jordan completed. "How did you know?" Maya was astonished. "I asked Reid, the book was really nice. Intense, but still nice." Jordan commented. "You read it?" "Yeah." Jordan shrugged. "You read?" Letting out a little chuckle Jordan responded "yeah."

"Oh Keith, you can't imagine how happy I feel. I never like the thought of young women being left alone in the world. Tabitha is so lucky you live here." Keith smiled kindly at Linda but then glanced at Tabitha. The guy stared intimately, and his hint was clear. He would stay until he had her consent regarding the child in Tabitha's womb. "I have to go now to bring my groceries in. I was just getting back from shopping when I saw a really cool car. What's it called?" This time Linda was at a loss for words. "Jeep." Jace continued "Jeep! Yes … very manly. Perfect for the virile Keith." Linda answered, and Tabitha groaned inwardly.