Novel Jordan Novels & Stories

Jordan stood a few steps away from us, looking like my knight in all of his 3-piece-suit shining armor. He took a menacing step forward. “Move away from her." The men didn't look like they wanted to leave, but they didn't look eager to remain there either. They seemed to be weighing their options. “Who the hell are you?" One of them finally mustered the courage to ask. It happened suddenly. One second, Jordan stood on his side of the road, the next, he was covering the distance in two strides and picking up the man who was only slightly smoking than him by the collar. The other one took a few steps back.

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.

“The only thing I was able to discover was his upbringing.” “Tell me about it,” Orion leaned in, the curiosity in his tone, undeniable. “I've not seen him for a while though, but even at that I feel like it's a good thing I know a thing or two about him.” Jordan smiled, going through some papers on his table, before he finally pulled one out. “Sounds just like you,” and with that, he flipped through the pages, stopping at a particular page, then he dropped the book on the table. “You have it,” he whispered to Orion, still gesturing towards the book.

Jordan winked jokingly at the end, trying to lighten the tension in the air "on that first day you paid him no mind, you weren't at all drawn to him. Which, naturally vexed my brother. You had your head stuck in a book." "My Prince in-" Maya tried to recall the title of the book she was reading that day. "My Prince in Wolf's Clothing" Jordan completed. "How did you know?" Maya was astonished. "I asked Reid, the book was really nice. Intense, but still nice." Jordan commented. "You read it?" "Yeah." Jordan shrugged. "You read?" Letting out a little chuckle Jordan responded "yeah."

Everyone said he was only interested in girls who put out. Jordan, being the general badass of the school, always got in trouble and was kicked out before we all graduated. So as far as I know, he never did. It's a shame really, because he was pretty smart, just often misunderstood. I remember a couple times when we chatted about a book we had both read.

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.

Jordan woke up because she was hungry. The room was pitch black. She turned on the light, took a moment, and then got out of bed. The living room was also completely dark. Thinking that Jasmine was still asleep, Jordan tiptoed into the kitchen. She had a glass of water and made some toasts. While waiting for her toasts, she went to the bedroom to grab her phone. She noticed a friend request. The note said, “Hill.” Jordan was really exhausted. She didn't want to continue playing this game of chase and roleplay with Westley anymore.

“We’re right here with you. Take all the time you need, Jordan. No pressure.” Lorenzo added softly, “Whatever we find, it doesn’t change who you are now. You survived all of this.” I unlocked the diary and began turning the faded pages. The first entries were ordinary, almost painfully sweet in their simplicity. “Jordan refused vegetables again today,” I read aloud, voice catching slightly. “Hid them under his plate when he thought I wasn’t looking. He’s clever for such a little pup. I eventually convinced him with a story about strong wolves needing strong food.”

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.

Emmett was the first to react, he couldn't help but stand up, "Damn," he exclaimed, his voice raised. "What the hell is this? Am I blind? Jordan, pinch me quick, see if I'm dreaming?!" However, unlike his surprise, Jordan's face darkened. He had a premonition that something big was about to happen. Emmett picked up the red book, flipped it open, and glanced at it. When he saw the name on top, he cursed under his breath.