Jordan Steele Novel Novels & Stories

I needed to do better. *** The golden hues of the sun trickled in through the slight part in the blinds. I winced, turning my face to the other side of the bed, blocking out the light. But when the smell of leather permeated my nostrils, I sat up at once. I felt dizzy for a second and allowed it to ride out before looking around. I was still in Jordan's room, and was that… Was that coffee I smelled? When I limped out of the room barefoot, I met Jordan by the kitchen Island, scrolling through his phone. But that wasn’t what had me stopping.

It’s because he was wearing a leather jacket that the fork didn’t even penetrate it but was even bent. Her jaw dropped as well as the fork from her trembling hands. “I…I…” “You’re Levin’s woman so it is only right I take revenge on you instead. Isn’t that more fun than hurting him instead?” an evil grin rose on those blackened lips caused by cigarettes. Eve stepped back, but with her shaking legs, she barely stepped away from that man. “No…” she muttered and before she could utter any more words, she saw him trusting his knife towards her. She closed her eyes and waited for the knife to penetrate her abdomen. But it didn’t happen. Instead, she heard a painful grunt from someone else. When sh

“Dante Virelli. Heir to the Virelli syndicate. Dangerous. Uncivilized. Stay away.” Gabrielle raised an eyebrow. “Sounds familiar.” A few days later, Gabrielle wandered into the stables behind the townhouse. She needed air. She needed horses. She needed something real. She found a stable boy—barely fifteen—being shoved by two men in tailored coats. They accused him of theft, their voices low and cruel. Gabrielle stepped forward. “Leave him alone.” One of the men turned. “This doesn’t concern you.” “It does now.”

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.

Leesa hoped they found Jordan soon, though she had little idea what she was going to do when they did. She didn’t have very long to think about it. A section in the middle of the mass of zombies parted, and Jordan came striding forward. Dressed all in black, his white face seemed almost to float in the darkness. Leesa wondered briefly why the zombies did not attack the apprentice. She supposed it must have something to do with the black magic and his role in bringing the creatures back to life. She pushed the question from her mind—such musings were not going to help her find a way to defeat Jordan.

Their eyes glowed, their teeth were bared, and the sound of their paws crunching on the gravel had my blood freezing. “No, no, no—” I tried to run, but my legs refused to move. They felt cemented to the ground. The gravel held me like it had developed some hands. I screamed. “Somebody help me!” But there was no help. Instead, the wolves got closer and closer. The first wolf raised a hand to grab my neck… And that was when he appeared. Jordan. Out of nowhere. His whole body blazing like fire. He shifted in a flash, and his wolf was dark and massive. His eyes were amber and glowed like diamonds. He tore into the wolves like they were nothing, and the alley lit up with sparks from his movements

“I can’t believe someone planted something like that in my office.” “That’s why we’ll find who did it,” Jordan said. “But don’t touch the camera again. I’ll come by later. We’ll handle it right.” Stefan stood, calmer but still shaken. “I just want this to stop. I’m tired of being hunted.” “Then we face it,” Jordan said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “One step at a time.” Stefan nodded once, pushed the door open, and left the office with a heavy silence following him. Jordan watched him go, already thinking about what they would need to uncover next.

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.

« Putain… » cria-t-elle en s’agrippant à lui, perdant peu à peu pied face à celui qu’elle n’aurait jamais dû approcher. Mais comment résister à l’héritier Santiago, celui qui obtient toujours ce qu’il veut, sans jamais hésiter ? « Xandeeeer… » « Dis mon nom ! » « Xandeeeer ! » « Mon nom complet », murmura-t-il. « Alexander West Santiago ! » Et à partir de ce jour, elle devint sa plus grande faiblesse. Jordan Monroe est la première fille, longtemps cachée, de Rowan Monroe. Toute sa vie, elle a vécu dans l’ombre du nom puissant de son père, traitée comme une étrangère au sein de sa propre famille. Tout bascule lorsqu’elle intègre la prestigieuse Lakeside Elite Academy,

It will touch you in places no one else dares, leave you burning, and keep you wanting long after the last page. Once you step inside, there is no safe way out. STEP IN IF YOU DARE !!! Chapter One - SCREAMING FOR HIS HOT COCK Clara's breath hitched as she ran up the stairs. Her phone was hot, but the real heat was between her legs, thinking only of Jordan. The new hot guy in class. He was strikingly handsome, and his powerful, sculpted build made it clear he was no stranger to the gym. She'd heard from other girls in class that Jordan just moved to the area and was looking to hang around with anybody willing.