Jordan Steele Novel Novels & Stories

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?"

The skinny guy manning the register, pretending to read a magazine but watching Jordan a little too closely. Jordan grabbed an empty laundry basket, approaching the counter with a friendly smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Hey there," he greeted, setting the basket down. "Got a stain that's giving me hell. Thought you might have some professional advice." The attendant—his nametag read "Eddie"—looked up with practiced boredom. "What kind of stain?" "Blood," Jordan replied casually, leaning forward. "You know how it is when you've gotta break someone's nose."

Machines hummed with mechanical patience, their blinking lights casting eerie patterns on the pristine floor—soulless, steady, alive in ways the boy in the bed was not. The door creaked open with cautious intent. Jordan stepped inside, his silhouette cutting through the sterile light. He lingered on the threshold, every inch of him taut with hesitation. His knuckles whitened around a crumpled bouquet of lilies—white and trembling, bruised from the grip of someone who hadn’t stopped shaking since the ambulance doors slammed shut. In his other hand: a battered leather notebook, frayed at the edges, the spine cracked from years of secrets it wasn’t supposed to keep.

Jordan looked down, staring at the cup on the table, no wonder he grew up with little affection for his mom and dad, that soft looking woman, actually dared to steal someone else's son, in order to tie up Ethan's heart, she really ate a bear's heart and leopard's guts ah. Jordan knew his identity a long time ago, at that moment he was angry, he felt that everything Matthew should be his, but after coming to this side, that indignation miraculously disappeared, however, he was accidentally pulled into this bureau by Oscar, and now it is too late to get out of it. His sister ...... Jordan's palm slowly tightened, he still liked that girl Nina, naive and straight natured, he didn't dare to imag

"Jordan, I need you to calm down and take a deep breath.” Jordan looked at him, then forced himself to comply. Nicholas leaned in, his gaze sharp on him as he asked. “I need you to tell me exactly the last thing you remember. Can you do that for me?” Jordan's eyes drifted, lost in thought. A faint tremble began in his hands. "Kimberly..." He hesitated, his voice barely above a whisper. "Her eyes... were glowing. And her nails... they were… I saw long nails. They were like… those of a bear…" He shuddered in both shock and utter disbelief. He looked back to Nicholas, whom he thought was taking the information so well.

He stared at Drew and said, "We need to jump." Drew hesitated, "Scorpion.....I think we lost them back there. We should take another route." "No, let's jump. This is much safer," Andre insisted. Just as he was about to jump, he heard the sound of a gun being cocked. He turned and looked at Drew, who was pointing a gun at him. Andre stared at him in shock, "Drew?" "Yes," Drew replied. "You set me up?"Andre smiled bitterly. "My father, Ace is still alive, Drew. Even if I die, he will come back to reclaim what is his."

I say with a smile, my heart pounding nervously as I brush my hair forward over my left shoulder. “Good,” he says, smiling again. He leans back in his chair but leaves his arm around the back of my chair, and he begins to gently trace circles on my bare back with his thumb. He continues his conversation with everyone, but I can barely concentrate on what they’re talking about. My skin feels like it’s on fire with his touch. I’m snapped out of my dreamy haze when Jordan leans over again and whispers, “I’ll be right back,” then excuses himself from the table.

Straightening up, she added, “I think this one is dead.” “No one dies here should I choose them to live,” said the vampire lord, Rowan Jules, as he sauntered into the room. His tall, slender form hovered over Jasper to the extent that, if Cora didn’t know that there was a body on the cot, she’d miss it.

Skull bowed as Jordan walked past him and out of the room, completely disregarding Keelan who only sighed annoyedly before slumping into the soft megawatt bed behind him, laying all sprawled out on top. “Home,” Jordan commanded his driver as soon as he got into the car. His mind reeled in the events that had taken place tonight and he concluded with irrepressible tenacity that he would surely find out who this Emerald Pearce really was and the guy who was with her. He would get to the bottom of it. . . No matter the cost. • • • • •

Jordan Leroy was not paying much attention to his surroundings as he walked towards them. But as he got close, he looked up. He looked at the couple, his eyes traveling over Racheal’s body, and then his eyes met Steffan’s. He squinted, then froze. That was the same moment the old man spotted him too. “My boy…” He started to say, but Jordan Leroy bolted, running fast. Steffan cursed, as his guards appeared and chased after him. “Go to the car, baby.” Racheal had suffered too much in the last few weeks to argue.