Novel Jordan Novels & Stories

Last week, the girls and I had a N*****x and Gossip without the boys except for the kids. Jordan, who I remember as a child. I used to have a crush on her because of her boyish appearance, but later, when we shared a kiddy pool, it turned out she was a girl. Jordan looks more lady-like with strawberry-wavy hair and beautiful emerald green eyes. She turns from an ugly duckling to a swan. We told stories of how Thea, Lily, and Effie met their boyfriends and fell in love. I was fascinated and distraught throughout their stories, but everything worked out great for them. Their love story differs from mine, and my magical romance is manageable.

She thought with a sad smile. **** George Fredrik yelled at his men to do Jordan's bidding, who was Jordan Van Arthur? Someone who's vast in poisoning and antidotes concoction. No one could cure or even suppress any poison made by him, he kills with one hand and saves with the other. Allen was treated as well as other living casualties, Jordan was restless he sipped his wine gracefully but only Allen knew he wanted to be out of there immediately. He calmed himself down with the thought that she had always survive all these years, she would definitely survive it.

It rested and I became calm, the pain within me stil lingered around but the ache in my head was gone. My eyes shut close again and were opened. Jordan was already where I was, he closed his eyes and did that thing he did the other time again, using his healing abilities. Immediately, all the pain vanished and I was fine again. I stood up all by myself, refusing help. I shot a dreadful glare at Judah who seemed remorseful and at the same time, not. He could not even say sorry. "The book is at my place, Jordan. I am sorry I read it, I thought you had dropped it for me." I said to Jordan immediately. I did not know where the apology was coming from but I felt like just...doing it.

So it's because she least expected to meet him in a place like Newtown city. " Jordan and I had met in Abuja before I came here. The day after I returned from New York I went to have fun at the amusement park. But I spotted a little girl between the ages of 5 or 6 years of age, playing with other children. I got attracted to her and went to talk with her. But Jordan quickly appeared behind me and ready to attack me. We engaged in a fight and arrived at a stalemate. We stopped and I took my backpack and left. I ran into him at the grocery store again and ended up taking the same flight down here.

Jordan was supposed to be happy for winning the bid. Usually, he went to the nightclub to have fun every night when he was in a good mood. However, his cheerful mood suddenly disappeared after he learned about Irene's identity. Instead, he locked himself at home every day. David felt very strange about Jordan's change. 'Mr. Reed had changed a lot recently and stopped going to the nightclub'.

With Jordan by my side. Stupid, I think. It's not even possible in my imagination. The moon looks down at me, mocking my pitiful state. I take a glimpse of everything around me—at the familiar trees and little scattered houses, feeling like a stranger in a place that was once my home. Everything there fills my veins with rage. Jordan always said how he wanted to move away from Bellpond, seeking adventure in the world beyond. What do I want? Revenge. The word rings in my ears clearly.

Jordan. Break! Jordan could head off the roof and carry Ruby away from the tunnel. Arriving at the top, Ruby suddenly covered her ears, ringing loudly. Then, a voice that Ruby recognized very well appeared in her subconscious mind.

Jordan didn't say anything; he had been brooding since his return. He couldn't even remember why he'd tried to save Serena, it seemed like a physical instinct, or maybe it was the fact that it was so hard to find someone interesting and he didn't want her to wither away at such a young age. It was ridiculous that after all his years of wandering, he actually got stung by a flower one day. "Stand up, it's not your fault." Wilbur sighed in relief, his hands covered in sweat. Jordan, however, didn't think too much about it and let his eyes float.

And right now, that something was crawling up my throat, aching to be said. So I whispered: “Sometimes I think we’re not that different.” He laughed under his breath. “You? Nah. You’re Ivy League problems in a human shell.” “Yeah, well,” I sighed, “shells crack.” Another pause. Then Jordan shifted, sitting up slowly, spine curved like the weight of his past was still pressing down on him. His voice sounded raw. “Did I ever tell you about the time I almost burned my house down?” What's up with him and letting down his steel amor by lights out?

Zlata I hid behind a tree, watching Jordan’s back as he disappeared behind the doors of the packhouse. Apex Obsidian and the Glowing Moon were rivals with no diplomatic ties. Alpha Colin and Travis could not stand each other, so what could Jordan possibly be doing here? I had truly believed I had finally found a home—that I was safe—but Jordan’s appearance shattered my world. Freedom felt like a fragile glass ornament that had just been crushed under a heavy boot. The idea of losing it was terrifying.