Novel Jordan Novels & Stories

I recognized the rhythm before I even smelled the faint, bitter scent of cedarwood and cold air settling around me. Jordan stopped at the edge of the bench. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket, just his dark vest and white shirt with the sleeves rolled twice at the forearms. His tie was gone. His hair was windblown, messy in a way I had never seen in all the months I had worked under him. "Daniel told me," Jordan said softly. He didn't sit down immediately. He stood two feet away, shielding me from the biting gust coming off the avenue. "Your father plays a very clean game," I said, my fingers tapping lightly against the gold embossed seal on the folder. "No yelling. No security threats. Just

Bye champ They said goodbye to each other and off he went . I opened the main door and we got inside. It was already at half past three in the afternoon so I decided to freshen up then prepare something to eat . I caught myself smiling alone as I thought of him , f**k I don't even know his name . How could l be so stupid ? We didn't even exchange numbers. I guess am the only one who got interested since he didn't even ask for my number which kinda makes me sad .On the other side it's a good thing since I don't wanna be on the bad side of Jordan my baby daddy who made it clear that he doesn't like me to interact with the opposite gender .Two years ago he beat the hell out of Lincoln , a neigh

All four of us were armed and now had to reach towards the 6th floor in order to find the bulletproof vest. Jordan won’t leave me alone, even if I tie him in a room. He will try to do everything on his own and might get hurt badly, it’s best to keep him in front of my eyes so that I can protect him against all odds. The way we were shooting at the enemies, it was full of anger and the loss we faced all this time because of the Stakes. I looked at Jordan who killed people like this is something he was perfect at; I didn’t sense any remorse from his side as he walked over so many bodies after killing them.

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Jordan was disgusted, he closed his eyes in pain not wanting to picture that scenario. He laughed out despite himself “ Do you think she is that easy? Didn’t Jessica tell you? The reason I fell for her. She is different. She is unlike the others. She is not your regular female. She is a soldier who is not afraid to take on a mission like this one. “ A resounding blow to his face made him reel back, blood dripping out of them, Jordan tried to shield himself from Luke’s rage but found himself helpless. Luke stepped on him angrily. Jordan’s cry of agony rang out.

After a solid minute of demanding attention, the sound of a key in the lock finally reached his ears. “Stop that bellowing and pounding,” grumbled a guard as he opened a small, slotted peephole in the door. Disappointed that the door wasn’t actually opened, Jasper peered through the hole. Doing his best to keep his voice level and calm, he said, “I would like a take note of what’s happening to my body for my research. I need a notebook.” The guard tossed his head back in full bellied laughter as he said, “You think you’ll live long enough to use them?”

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."

Before I reached for the door, he was there already, helping me out and grabbing my crutches. “What are you doing for the holidays?” I asked as we moved in, me leaning on him and him holding my crutches. It had become sort of our thing now. Jordan shrugged. “Burial.” “Oh! Yeah. I’m so…” "Can you not, pretty boy?" his lips were tight, but there was still a little light in his eyes. "I am trying to spend this day not thinking about the darkness that is my life. So…" “Yeah, I’m s….”

“You’re walking into a story you can’t rewrite, Jordan.” He deleted it instantly, but his fingers were trembling. He ducked into a late-night convenience store, the smell of detergent and burnt coffee hitting him like a wall. The clerk looked up briefly, uninterested, before going back to a small radio murmuring the news. Jordan moved to the back aisle, pretending to browse. His reflection stared back at him from the cooler door pale, hollow-eyed, haunted. He checked his phone again. No new messages. For a moment, he thought maybe he’d imagined it.

Ivana narrowed her eyes at her. "Cause I'm the writer," Arielle shrugged her shoulders. "Writer?" Ivana cocked her head to the side. "Remember I promised to fess up everything, I think it's time, Ivana, I know it's hard to believe what I'm going to say but please be patient, I'll explain everything to you. The truth is this world is the world I created, in short, we're inside my novel," She confessed.