Novel Jordan Novels & Stories

The man stared at Romeo. "Where do you want me to release?" Jordan grinned and came out with a Red Fang on his pointy bottom. Strange. Romeo felt more and more bizarre. "I want to meet mom and dad." Romeo glared sharply. "And Rena." Jordan was laughing. "Rena? The weak woman who only receives cruel treatment from you? She's dead. She ended her life at two o'clock in the afternoon. You know what? She stupidly jumped into a waterfall that had a rocky bottom. You should know Romeo. You guys don't have a bright future, so why hurt each other?" Jordan is getting closer to the barrier glass.

It was about everything. “Don’t,” I said quietly. “Don’t what?” “Don’t look at me like that.” He gave a small, tired smile. “I don’t know how else to look at you.” I looked away, my hands tightening on Revan’s arm. “He needs me right now.” “I know.” Jordan stood and walked to the edge of the stream, washing the blood from his hands. The sound of the water was soft, almost peaceful, but there was nothing peaceful in him.

Fate had granted him only a little daughter, now three years old, named Lotus. On one of those seemingly endless summer days he was poring over his books in the library. Overcome with the heat, his head had sunk down and his forehead lay against the edge of the table. As he dropped off to sleep he seemed to be wandering through an unknown dream-land. Kazuma sat nearby. II

He had spent years studying her—memorizing the way her lips pressed together when she was deep in thought, the way her fingers fidgeted when she was holding back what she really wanted to say. And tonight, in the bookstore, he had seen something he hadn’t expected. Doubt. Not outright rejection. Not anger. Doubt. That meant there was still something there. Jordan leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers against the side of his glass. The dimly lit bar was quiet, the kind of place where people disappeared into their thoughts, where old regrets resurfaced over cheap whiskey. It was fitting. He wasn’t a fool. He knew about Mr. Wells—the smooth, calculated businessman who had somehow carved

The last thing I want is to have anyone watch me strip. Once inside my room, I began to ponder. What exactly did people hear about the wild Jordan? Curiosity gets the best of me as I hit the search icon. I scroll through the internet, seeing several pictures of Jordan in numerous types of fast cars with a different girl in each one of them. In one of the pictures, he's in a graduation gown with many trophies. The headline reads, GOLDEN BOY BAGS A FIRST-CLASS DEGREE FROM HARVARD, AMONG MANY OTHER AWARDS.

Was this the same Jordan or this was a different man. I still found it hard to connect this two Jordan as one. One time I had been so scared of this man, I never went close to him and every time I accidentally did that, he had hurt me. That Jordan never wanted to protect me, he wanted to hurt me and he wanted me out of his life in all possible way. Whereas this Jordan was caring, he made sure I ate, applied ointments on me and even watched me sleep, this Jordan left work to come back home so he could accompany me to where it was I was going to. How could this man be the same person?

Chapter 199 Patrick Banks ~•~ “I think that’s a great choice,” Jordan said, flashing a pair of shoes in my face. “What do you think?” I smiled. “Don’t care about what I think. Pick whatever you want, I don’t care if you want everything that’s in the store.” Jordan chuckled softly. “I’ve never seen anyone as dramatic as you are in my entire life.” He said as he grabbed a few more pairs. For the past three months, Jordan hadn’t been able to properly use his legs. But things were finally back to normal and I wanted us to celebrate by shopping for some new items. Especially new shoes.

Jordan said "I'm all alone my step mother treated me so badly so I had to leave them, so I decided to start up in a far away land where nobody would recognize me". "But you're too big (grown up) to depend on your step mother". Jordan retorted.. "That is because as a child I was abandoned, no good education no house training, nothing I was just left alone in the world no handwork no school, how do I start a life, I have been vulnerable". "where are you from?" "therondia".. "Those people are the Judah's rival, but thank God their is peace at last". They walked home together and even still Jordan stole glances at his white rare horse he did comment.. as they walked together in the cold evening

Jordan spent those years studying the game and the men who play it. Jordan manages to dig out my life story in an offhanded way that doesn’t seem prying. She’s a great listener. She also shares the texting marathons she has with my baby sister. The texts are terrifying and humorous at the same time. Terrifying because my sister is sixteen with no filter. Candice has managed to bond with Jordan in a way I never saw coming.

He did not realize that he was in front of his apartment building again. Jordan then paid the taxi fare and immediately returned to his apartment room. *** *** The next day, Jordan was getting ready to dress neatly. Today he wears a light blue striped shirt paired with black trousers. Jordan uses a special facial skin cream for men. Jakarta is a hot city, he must be able to prevent his face from being exposed to strong sunlight. Unlike in New York. Jordan could not imagine that suddenly his strange illness would return during the hot weather in Jakarta. The sound of the doorbell rang. Jordan glanced at his watch. He smiled because this time Alex picked him up on time.