Jordan Steele Novel Novels & Stories

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 An icy chill swept down my spine, my gaze stuck in his silvery one. The stupidly handsome thief of yesterday sat at the back of the classroom I just locked myself in, looking very comfortable. Dressed in some dark jeans a brown shirt and a black jacket. But this was no time for a fashion update even if his shoes were the latest Jordan’s. Yes, I can appreciate a good pair of sneakers even in dire times such as this.

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.

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.

Jordan cut her mid-sentence. “Enough of your bullshit. I am not that 18 year old Jordan anymore who would fall in your trap again. That Jordan died 7 years ago. You kissed me last night just to create misunderstanding between me and Anastasia . Did you forget what you wrote in that note before leaving? You clearly said that you don’t love me and after 7 years, suddenly you realized your love for me? How hypocritical can you be, Stella? You only love yourself, no one else. You’re the most selfish person I’ve ever seen in my life. And about that kiss, I felt nothing but disgust. You disgust me Stella”, Jordan let out his anger in his words, throwing truth bombs at her. “No Daniel, that’s not t

one of them was even able to leave a small cut on his jaw that immediately bled. When Eve stabbed the man with a fork, she was so scared of seeing blood spurting like what she often saw in dramas that she firmly closed her eyes after. Not when she heard a man spoke. “What the hell are you doing, woman?” When she opened her eyes, Benedict’s face hinted no feeling of pain and when she looked at where she stabbed him, her face seemed to lose blood instead. It’s because he was wearing a leather jacket that the fork didn’t even penetrate it but was even bent.

“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.”

« 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,

Chapter 7 Steph’s pov “God he really did it Jordan he just ended everything right there in the hallway like I was nothing” I choked out the words as soon as the door shut behind Adrian and his asshole friend. My legs gave out and I sank back against Jordan’s chest right there in the middle of the loft, my robe slipping open again exposing my still flushed tits and the mess of our cum drying on my thighs. Tears started pouring down my face, hot and ugly my whole body shaking from the crash after the fight and the sex.