Jordan Steele Novel Novels & Stories

I sighed looking at Jordan. I asked Jordan with a straight face -" What about you killing this man?. Do you know you killed the fleed commander of WitchDom?" Jordan looked at me and replied-" I didn't kill him." I asked in disbelief-" than care to explain the blood on you?" He looked down to his dress which was still covered in blood and said after a sigh-" Well after Jennifer left, I was curious and scared. Scared to lose her" She said while looking at her. Jennifer's eyes shined bright as a smile curved on her lips. Jordan continued-" I knew she would not take me with her, and I needed to look at this matter myself, so I kept her ring when she left and used it to teleport here."

“Only one room up there isn't being used, and that's Alexander's; three of them are being used for things Principal Hale would suspend us for if he found out. I’d set it up that way on purpose. If Jordan were going to spiral, she were going to do it somewhere I could control the narrative. I watched Alexander walk away to the snooker table to take a cigarette. He would be going to his room sooner or later. I smirked and bounced off to the dance floor. Minutes later, I glanced at the table. He was gone. JORDAN's POV I turned to the creak sound as a familiar figure walked into the darkness, yet. I could see him clearly.

he added, the woman seemed to want to reply, but her shoulders fell in defeat. "You ruined my wedding" she complained with a sad voice, but I can see her expression of contained fury in her eyes and in her trembling hands, I take a step back, her nails were sharp in that almond shape that many brides used, and although I would love to have them scratch my back under other circumstances, I have no intention of having my face scarred by their nails in a fit of rage, Jonah looks at her in astonishment "Is that what matters to you?" he asked, almost annoyed with the woman's reaction, which makes me wonder why isn't she more upset with the fact that she was kidnapped?

Ella’s POV “Don’t stand there staring at me. Answer the damn question, Ella! Talk fast,” Jordan yelled at me. This was the first time since we met that he raised his voice like this. I didn’t know how to start explaining everything to him, but I had to. “Jordan, I promise you, it’s not what you think,” I tried to explain. But how did he even know about Jake? “Okay, since you want to know, I’m a criminal. Jake is the brother of the person I murdered,” I said, and I could see his body stiffen.

“You’re making a scene.” “Maybe I want to make a scene!” More eyes turned their way. People whispered. Some exchanged glances. Georgia soon realized she was drawing attention and with a clenched fist she turned and stormed out of the room. Jordan strolled toward them after she exited the room. He stopped in front of Chad and Jasmine and she saw Chad face go hard as soon as Jordan arrived. Jordan's hands were tucked casually in his pocket and he and Chad shared an intense glare before he finally spoke. “Blackstone.” He greeted.

can do to protect you, but I can't protect you from yourself." He told me, as he motioned for me to go through the now open door. When I walked in, I was enveloped in a familiar scent. I closed my eyes, as shadows from my past swirled into my mind's eye view. I could see a woman with long red hair and green eyes dressed in a magnificant gown, almost floating as she walked through the foyer. I could see children running and playing down the halls. I could see a tall man with dark hair and hazel eyes running after them, scooping them up in his arms. 'Were they my parents? Did I have siblings? Were these boys the same brothers I had in the mortal world?' I asked myself. "Nemesis! Nemesis! Are

Elysian still doesn’t feel anything, so she slowly cracks open her eyes. What she finds when she opens them is one seething Adrian Storm absolutely destroying the man who had tormented her entire life. She can both see and hear bones snap under his sharp blows. She can see the blood pour from his split skin. She can hear the too-loud cries of Rodrigo as he tries to harm Adrian in vain. Despite the carnage in front of her, Elysian can’t help but let out a happy sort of smile as she rushes forward, not wanting Adrian to kill the man. There isn't a doubt in her mind that murder is the only thing on Adrian's mind.

I spun around, my heart leaping into my throat. Jordan stepped out of the darkness. He wasn't wearing a suit. He wasn't wearing a shirt. In the moonlight, he looked like a god of war. His chest was broad, sculpted with muscle and scarred from old battles. Sweat glistened on his skin, as if he had been running—or hunting. His eyes were glowing. Not a flicker. Solid, molten gold. "I... I was just taking a walk," I stammered, backing away.

“It’s because of him. It’s always been because of him. Everything he had, everything he was… I wanted it. I needed it. And I was willing to do anything to get it.” Liam stepped forward, his voice cold. “What are you talking about? We never did anything to you. We were friends. We trusted you.” Jordan laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. “Friends? You think we were friends? You never saw me as anything more than a side character in your perfect life, Liam. You had the money, the power, the family… you had everything I ever wanted. And I was just the poor kid from the wrong side of town, the one who was lucky to be allowed to hang around with you. But what you didn’t know… what no one knew… was tha

But the moment my eyes fell on that envelope again, sitting exactly where I had left it, I knew I couldn’t ignore it. My fingers hovered over it for a long second before I finally gave in and slid the first DVD out. The one with his name written across it, Jordan 2 It was different from the one I had previously watched. The screen flickered to life. At first, there was just static. Then light. A dark, concrete room came into focus. And in the middle of it, him again, stripped naked with only boxer briefs. Jordan was chained to the wall, blood dripping down his chest, his body trembling with exhaustion. His face was barely recognizable beneath the bruises, but those eyes those fierce, golden