Jordan Steele Novel Novels & Stories

Jordan began to lose so much strength as he felt so weak and knew that it was just a matter of time before Sonia would be done with him. While he was about to give up, he saw a very small knife and capped it without Sonia noticing and so, when Sonia tried to grab a chunk of his hair, he pierced the knife into her stomach and she began to stagger and bleed. Jordan could not believe it, he finally had an edge over her and so didn't waste time, he pinned her down and used the knife to slit her throat. Everyone in the pack erupted into a loud shout as their enemy had just been smittened. Jordan raised the small knife up and showed it to all of them as his sign of victory over their worst enemy.

JORDAN I try to think fast—but I can’t. Nothing comes. It’s too much, all of it. My mind won’t process a single coherent thought. I have no idea what to do. Stumbling toward the floor, I ignore the searing ache in my core and grab one of the spilled pills near the sink. My fingers tremble so badly I nearly drop it again. Doesn’t matter. I shove it toward my mouth, my entire body screaming for relief…for silence…for control.

We learned that one of the families involved, the Porters, had fucked with Colt's wife years ago and though he didn't admit it, Colt had offed their son in retaliation. That would explain why his daughter was in the book. Then we learned that the book was old school and the fuckers had upped their game, they went digital. One of the SEALs found his woman in the lineup and shit almost went south. After we calmed Cord down the best we could everyone headed to their beds for the night. I stayed awake counting down the hours until full dark. If Lyon made a move it would be then. She was asleep next to me wrapped up tight in my arms and all I could think about was my child growing inside her. Why

“They… ran off.” He glanced around again. “Jordan doesn’t fight without leaving a trail. There’s no blood, no scent, and not even a single broken branch.” Fuck. I swallowed hard, scrambling internally for something… anything that could cover the gaping holes in my story. Before I could answer, a cold voice rang out. “She’s lying.” I turned to Claudia and muttered a curse under my breath. “She killed Jordan.” She said with confidence that made my stomach churn. “What?” I snapped, standing up. “He’s not dead, Claudia. He’s unconscious, not dead.”

the ball burst into Dr Niles house breaking down the door and it collided hard on the wall which crack . "arhhhhhhh " Jordan groan due to how burnt his skin, his cloths were totally burnt off leaving just few potion . he staggered up and his eyes scan the room , he could see claw marks and blood oozing everywhere . dead wolves were lying on the floor , his heart beat increase JORDAN POINT OF VIEW seeing how wrack this place is I just hope Hope is okay "Mercedes !,Hope 'Nile " I yelled as I managed to get something to wear then I climb upstairs .with my vampire speed I search the whole building but I couldn't find anyone .

Kaya’s POV "Oh, no, no, no, please no!" Aunt Lily suddenly groaned from the direction of the kitchen. I looked up from my book, the one called Beasts of the other Realm. A book I found at the school library actually for some reason. I was yet to find the other. Ara, the school librarian suggested I try the library in town, recommending that it had a rich supply of supernaturalized books or something along the line so of that. Long story short, Ara loved her myths that were for sure.

Jordan wasn’t just a thief—he was a mastermind, manipulating everything to suit his needs. But we had something he didn’t: each other. And we would make sure that he would never escape justice. We had the truth on our side. And it was only a matter of time before Jordan realized that no amount of connections could save him from the consequences of his actions. As I looked across the table at Lena, her eyes burning with determination, I felt a surge of pride. This was our fight. And together, we would win.

After what felt like hours of overthinking, I finally walked into the shower, had a warm bath, then retired to bed. * “Jordyn Mercer,” I said quietly. “I’m here to see Mr. Hawthorne.” I stood in front of the De-Thornes suites at exactly 11 a.m the next morning. His men covered almost every corner of the building, asking questions that made one shiver. “You’re the stalker,” the hefty man, who I recognized from the club that night, said. Stalker. Well, maybe they could call me that after I’d repeatedly tried to have a conversation with Declan without any results.

All four of us were armed and now had to reach towards the 6th floor in order to find the bulletproof vest. Jordan won’t leave me alone, even if I tie him in a room. He will try to do everything on his own and might get hurt badly, it’s best to keep him in front of my eyes so that I can protect him against all odds. The way we were shooting at the enemies, it was full of anger and the loss we faced all this time because of the Stakes. I looked at Jordan who killed people like this is something he was perfect at; I didn’t sense any remorse from his side as he walked over so many bodies after killing them.

Except heaven didn’t come with a guy like my cellie. From the moment we stepped in, Jordan had leaned against a stack of crates like it was a goddamn throne, rolling up a blunt he wasn’t even allowed to have. He knew the guards were distracted, so he was taking full advantage. Smoke curled lazily from his lips, eyes half-lidded, watching me like I was the entertainment instead of the guy stacking boxes ten feet away. Ten feet. That was intentional. I measured it every time I moved. I was gonna do the best I could. With or without his assistance. It's better than being dried like a cod fish under the sun, and getting branded with sunburn.