Jordan Steele Novel Novels & Stories

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.

“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.”

And for a particular group of jealous boys, the news landed like a stone in their stomachs. The taxi rolled into the courtyard, stopping beside the walkway leading to the male hostel. Jordan stepped out slowly, the morning breeze brushing his face. He stood still for a moment, taking in the familiar surroundings—the tall mango tree casting shade, the line of students queuing for breakfast at Mama Uju’s shop, the faces turning one after another in his direction. Everything looked the same. But he wasn’t. Jordan carried himself differently now. There was a steadiness in his movements, a quiet assurance in his eyes. The boy who had left campus haunted and shaken had returned with something new—

I got home and moved to sit in my study with the curtains drawn, my phone silent on the desk, and thought. Confronting them now would be useless. People like Ethan and Clarissa didn’t crumble when caught; instead, they would twist the truth and make me look like the unstable one. If I wanted to win, I needed precision. I needed a weapon sharper than shock or heartbreak, and there was only one person who came to mind. Daniel Steele. Just thinking his name made my teeth clench. A shiver went down my spine. I hated the idea of needing him, but my hatred for Ethan and Clarissa was more.

I turned back quickly to the page before I drowned in it. By the time the book ended, Lily was collapsed in the grass, breathless. Jordan sat cross-legged nearby, rolling a ball back and forth with two toddlers. “Don’t think I didn’t see you,” Jordan murmured when I finally stood up. I blinked. “See me what?” She smirked. “Blushing. Watching. Pretending you weren’t watching.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Sure you don’t.” She leaned back on her hands, casual. “Just don’t get caught.”

He wandered the halls, running fingers along framed gold records, trying to reconcile this place with the trailer park Luca had described. A muffled argument drew him to a closed door. "—can't trust him, Luca." Jordan's voice was sharp as broken glass. "He's a hack looking for a paycheck." "I need someone who doesn't work for you!" Luca snapped back. A pause. Then Jordan, quieter: "Remember what happened last time you went scoundrel." The threat hung in the air like smoke. Daniel's phone buzzed again. * Now you see. Jordan owns him.* Footsteps approached the door. Daniel barely had time to duck into an alcove before Jordan stormed past, his perfect hair slightly mussed, his knuckles white ar

“You’re making a scene.” “Maybe I want to make a scene!” More eyes turned their way. People whispered. Some exchanged glances. Georgia soon realized she was drawing attention and with a clenched fist she turned and stormed out of the room. Jordan strolled toward them after she exited the room. He stopped in front of Chad and Jasmine and she saw Chad face go hard as soon as Jordan arrived. Jordan's hands were tucked casually in his pocket and he and Chad shared an intense glare before he finally spoke. “Blackstone.” He greeted.

As it is, I have far more important things to deal with than someone crushing on me. I grabbed the steak knife from the table and plunged it into the thick, juicy steak. I stabbed it again and again, watching the blood ooze out of it. Was this even cooked at all? Crap. Like a dumb chicken, I followed Theodore to some places he thought Jordan might be and the shity places I also mentioned too. I don’t know but it feels like it’s an excuse he’s using to get me out of my room. Former Nora would challenge him, now I just stayed still, letting the air blow against my face as he drove us around.

Jordan was no longer the naive little fool she used to be. Having been tricked by him so many times, she had long since grown a lot smarter. "Westley, you wanted to kill two birds with one stone." Westley was quite surprised. "Tell me why you think that way?" Jordan said, "How could you easily die? Didn't you just pretend to get stabbed, knowing that Dr. Greyson would definitely come to save you? You also purposely made me hold the knife because with Roy present, he's a witness. You also knew that Dr. Greyson has always been obsessed with Mandy, and would have Zachary help him. This move of yours eased the hatred I had for you, while also helping your friend. That's what you call killing two

Should anyone be insane enough, Jordan's revenge would crush them without hesitation. XXX