Jordan Steele Novel Novels & Stories

His voice was colder than she’d ever heard it. “This isn’t a warning,” he said. “It’s a declaration.” Ashley wrapped her arms around herself, wishing she could shrink into nothing. The sight of Spider—his body brutalized, displayed like some kind of trophy, burned into her mind. She’d thought the chase on the highway was terrifying, but this… this was worse. This was cruel. Nolan turned toward Jax. “Get him down.” Jax’s face twisted, like he wanted to tear the world apart with his bare hands. But he moved forward, ripping the knives out one by one, catching Spider’s body as it fell. He lowered him carefully, like the brutality hadn’t broken the respect.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” He opened the door for me with a playful bow. “Shall we?” The drive to Scott’s house was filled with Zach’s easy humor and Liv’s playlist blasting from the speakers. I tried to relax, tried not to overthink what the night might bring. But the moment we stepped through the door and I saw Jordan standing across the room — eyes locked on me, that unreadable expression on his face — my breath caught. He looked different tonight too. His usual black hoodie was replaced by a dark button-up, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, veins visible. He wasn’t even trying, and yet he was the only person I could see.

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

“Daniel, I just caught Stella red handed. She was stealing money from your wallet.” “STELLA!” Jordan yelled. Anastasia saw Jordan and then her eyes fell on Abram who was holding Daniel’s hand. Stella looked at both of them and immediately put an innocent look on her face. Anastasia was shocked at her sudden change of expressions. “Jordan Abram!” She said and ran towards them.

Jordan's mind ponders as he looks at them. He stands up on quiet feet, hurrying into his private study cave to unleash his fangs. In actual fact, Jordyn had long been awake under the pelt. When she felt Jordan’s heavy alpha gaze tracking her face in the dark, her chest was extremely nervous. However, her sharp ears also caught the soft, lonely sigh that left his throat before he walked away. The marks of the night fly past until the moon touches the deep midnight sky. Jordan remains sitting before his glowing screen the entire night. It is finally time for his claws to seek blood-revenge for the humiliation Jordyn tasted at the hands of IY.

Lionel slowly scraped his teeth along my neck, filling me with disgust. It wasn’t long before howls and growls from outside reached our ears. I knew Jordan would come, but for the first time, I wished I was wrong. When he entered, our eyes met instantly and I felt a weight settle in my heart. This place would be a turning point in our lives. Jordan was calculating every possibility, and I could see that, like me, he found no way out. Everything seemed lost—until Lionel killed Theodore, giving me my first moment of satisfaction that day.

I recognized the rhythm before I even smelled the faint, bitter scent of cedarwood and cold air settling around me. Jordan stopped at the edge of the bench. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket, just his dark vest and white shirt with the sleeves rolled twice at the forearms. His tie was gone. His hair was windblown, messy in a way I had never seen in all the months I had worked under him. "Daniel told me," Jordan said softly. He didn't sit down immediately. He stood two feet away, shielding me from the biting gust coming off the avenue. "Your father plays a very clean game," I said, my fingers tapping lightly against the gold embossed seal on the folder. "No yelling. No security threats. Just

"Get ready, everyone. Three, two, one!" The second she finished counting down, the screen exploded. Donation animations flooded in. Notifications stacked on top of each other. Countless one-dollar tips poured in like a storm. The first three usernames to send theirs were quickly captured and pinned in the chat. Cecilia smiled brightly as she read the first name. "Congratulations to Tyson Steele for becoming our first lucky winner tonight. Tyson, tell us your wish." She initiated a voice call. The person who connected was Tyson. One of the most notorious bullies on campus.

I tell him and he gives me a curt nod, before pulling me away from the window and out into the hall where we meet up with Jordan and Cole. Jordan’s smiling from ear to ear and I look at him skeptically. “Why are you so happy?” I ask him and his smile only widens. “I’ve trained to fight my whole life, and Midnight Moon is boring, I’ll finally get to put my skills to use.” He tells me, and I smile remembering the time he fought Heath’s men while the tranquilizers worked their way through his system, it was incredible.

For Nirvana. "We’ll be united soon," he whispered, sealing the letter with a quiet resolve. The sound of metal scraping against metal made him stiffen. The prison bars groaned as they were pushed open, and three rough-looking men stepped inside. Their expressions were unreadable, but Jordan recognized the look in their eyes. Predators. He straightened, his fingers subtly folding the letter beneath his palm. The tallest of the three, a man with a jagged scar running down his cheek, took a step forward. "Jordan Castillo?"