Jordan Steele Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.

“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.

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.

Jordan Wells, a hulking Beta with a mean streak, stood with his arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. “I hear you’ve been busy,” he said, his voice carrying over the quiet buzz of students watching from the sidelines. “Got the whole pack talking, Omega.” Nicola’s heart pounded as she glanced around. The triplets weren’t here yet, and Chloe and Theo were nowhere in sight. She was alone. “What do you want, Jordan?” she asked, her voice steadier than she felt. “I want to see if you’re as tough as you think you are,” he said, stepping closer. “Let’s see if you deserve the Blackstones - or if you’re just a weak little Omega pretending to be something you’re not.”

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.

Each broken shard carried a memory, tormenting his heart as he tried to reconstruct what was lost. At that moment, he felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his chest. He realized he never wanted to lose me—not in the slightest. "Ivor Rhett, have you gone mad?" Still somewhat rational, Jeffrey couldn't stand watching his little sister get bullied. Rhianne shook her head to oppose, but the two men before her had already started wrestling each other. "Jeff, Ives, what are you doing?" The situation spiraled out of control in no time. She extended her arms to stop them, desperate to prevent the fight.

Something about a delivery. The hallway again. The same narrow stretch of floor where I’d stood in the dark and heard the phone call that started everything falling apart. But this time the door was open, and the light was on, and Jordan was sitting on the edge of a crate with a glass of water in his hands, staring at the floor like it had asked him a question he couldn’t answer. He looked up when I appeared in the doorway. His face went through several things in quick succession: surprise, something close to pain, and then a careful stillness, like he was deciding how to hold himself.