Jordan Steele Novel Novels & Stories

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.

He said in his mind. "Jordan," he whispered, his thoughts drifting to the young man whose life hung precariously by a thread. Jordan was the genesis of everything that happened to her. And if he was to erase all he had done wrong, he would start with him. This was because Jordan was used as bait to bring Kimberly to him in the first place, where he had attempted to kill her. And Jordan was the reason why she became a wanted felon after she accidentally pushed him out of their classroom window.

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.

My head snaps toward him. That tone. Dark. Cold. Lethal. He isn’t even looking at me. He’s staring straight down at the city below, jaw hard under the rooftop light. “Don’t jump,” he says. Calmly. “Even though I know you want to.” His gaze finally shifts to me. Sharp enough to cut skin. “Stay with me and tell me everything Bowman did.” A pause. “Let’s survive the withdrawals Davenport caused with his filthy drugs.” His voice threads through my mind, steady and grounding, chasing away the whispers. Chasing away the ache. Then he says something that makes my blood run cold.

The Hellion came from around the corner somewhere and started walking towards Jordan who was standing at the same place glaring at Beast not noticing him. Confused, Ana wondered what he was doing. Gradually, her eyes travelled down to The Hellion's hand and a scream left her mouth unconsciously as she tried to run forward. Before Ana, Jordan and Caroline could understand anything properly, The Hellion stabbed the dagger held in his hand in Jordan's abdomen as blood started to pool around Jordan's feet with his eyes wide open in shock and pain. His eyes were staring right at Ana and she found herself unable to move or do anything.

“Well, it was mostly thinking, ‘What are we doing? What the hell is the matter with us?’ And by the way, Aurora, you are the worst assassin we’ve ever met.” “But when you were in danger, we realized we couldn’t live without you,” Jordan says softly. “It wasn’t worth losing you.” I nod solemnly. “Thank you.” “We know your father. We know his ruthlessness.” Jordan takes my hands and leads me toward the bed. I swallow, suddenly picturing myself lying on it surrounded by my golden Alphas. “You’ve suffered it repeatedly.” “It’s astonishing how brilliantly you turned out,” Wiley quips. “And Stewart and Phaedra don’t need to know anything about what happened in the spa,” Jordan says.