Jordan Steele Novel Novels & Stories

And then there was silence and somehow that was worse. “Keeley.” I heard my name being called but it seemed to come from far away. The Judges big body untangled itself from mine enough for me to raise my head. Gio was striding towards me. Crunching glass and shards of wood under his feet. He looked like some kind of avenging god. When everyone else had ducked for cover, he hadn’t. there was a gun in his hand, and not an ounce of fear on his face.

Jordan sneered, "Don't worry. I'll handle this. I'll make sure the Sharp family suffers in Ashthorne. Even if Ford Corporation feeds resources to them, I'll make them cough it all up or pay for it." After giving him those instructions, Liesel hung up and leaned back in her seat with closed eyes. She raised her hand to massage her temples. Finally, she had released some of her pent-up frustration and could rest for a moment. "Jordan Steele is one of the most important pillars of Shifter Corporation, the director at headquarters. He actually follows your orders?" Elijah's gaze flickered slightly. "Liesel, who exactly are you? Or rather, how many people have you kept in the dark?"

Slowly Bethany closed her eyes and everything went dark. Jordan, completely not in his right senses, kept moving towards the rogue with aggression and the thought to kill them. The only aim in his mind was to take the baby and woman with him. Just when he was getting to them, Gotham suddenly stood in his way. Jordan cared less about him and wanted to push him away to get to the other werewolves, but Gotham brought out a little red, glowing stone and showed it to his face.

She's as good as dead here in the chemically filled city, no use in dragging around a corpse. Just as Celia was going to give the order to abandoned the hostage, something in the distance caught her attention. A dart embedded into the side of Tessa, causing her to drop to the floor instantly. Celia ducked down, ordering the others to watch out for stray darts as more continued to rain down on them. Jonathan darted forward and grabbed Celia by her forearm, swears coming out of his mouth. As they ran, she made sure to usher the others ahead of her. Her body was more immune to the drugs, so when the darts did hit her, not much was done.

Porter stated from his position at the window holding his hand out for my almost empty bottle. I took up his position scanning the street and the houses opposite for any movement. “Hey look, a cat.” I murmured. I hadn't seen one in years, it was strange now. Seeing one roaming the streets like everything was normal while the rest of the world was falling apart. Jake stepped up behind me again so close that I could feel the heat off him and I swallowed passed the lump in my throat.

That was Jordan's lab, where he creates his Poisons and antidotes, his eyes swept over the small shelf that held many small jade bottles and stopped on the one labeled Styx flower oil, he picked it up. Back in the office, Audrey was bouncing in her seats, the itchiness was unbearable that she was beginning to scratch herself just as Jordan walked out of the lab. He quickly set the jade bottle in his hand aside, sitting down, he pulled her unto his lap, her back against his chest. "I'm going to strip you off your clothes, I need to apply this oil all over your body" he stated, his hands already holding the hem of her shirt. "D... Do....." Audrey moaned out, the sound did things to Jordan ther

Chapter 14 Maddox POV The library light was low when I stepped in, the kind of soft glow people chose when they didn’t want to be seen doing something they knew might start a fire. Jordan sat at the long table with a stack of books in front of her like she’d built a wall out of paper. Her hair was loose, damp at the ends, like she’d showered and then decided sleep wasn’t worth the effort. Her shoulders were wrapped in a blanket she probably stole from the sitting room because she hadn’t learned yet that every object in this house belonged to someone’s routine.

I guess I am, too. "You don't do everything they do. Do you?" Jordan asks Kozar. "No. I prefer our cleaner businesses and am not a big fan of guns." He winks at Dakota, and she hugs him again. Jordan helps me out of the wheelchair, and I take a couple of steps to sit on the couch so I can lean against him. This has been a long day, and I need him. I feel safer in his arms than anywhere else. I still have a lot of questions. Why did Stewart care so much about me finding out who my dad was? Why was he intent on killing me? Who broke into my apartment and why? It's time we start finding out what's happening, and I intend to get to the bottom of all this.

I cautiously crept toward the rusted brick corner, peering carefully into the deep shadows. My breath vanished from my lungs. Jordan Draven was lying heavily on the filthy concrete ground, bleeding ly from his side, looking pale and entirely defenseless. A heavily armed thug was standing directly over him, raising a metal pipe high into the air, fully preparing to violently bash Jordan’s skull in.

Jordan got mad and didn't mind whether the poor kids were being used. His claws were lethal to anyone coming to a closer radius. In a short while Jordan stood there undefeated but guilty. Upon noticing whatever he planned wasn't working, Flame tried to teleport but couldn't. Frustrated, he charged back to Jordan, determined to finish him.