Jaden And Javon Novels & Stories

Trisha announced dramatically. “The court is where everything happens, drama, flexing, flirting… and him.” She nudged Nora and pointed to the far end of the court. Nora’s stomach tightened. Because there he was. Jaden. The same guy from yesterday. The guy who knocked her off her bike. The guy with the annoying smirk, ridiculous confidence, and muscles that made his hoodie look tailor-made. He held a basketball with one hand, dribbling effortlessly before spinning it behind his back. He wore black shorts and a sleeveless tee, sweat glistening on his skin like it chose him personally. Every time he made a shot, a ripple of excited squeals rose from the sidelines.

Even as the Favoni martial artists joked around and flattered Jaden, he snorted, taking off his blindfold and kicking away the sandbags and lead weights on his feet. Still, he was not quite taken by the flattery. Instead, he looked up towards the sky, determination flaring inside him. It really seemed that Ehud Lionheart was the only one who could prove a match against him on the East Coast. However, Volsung Sect had always kept Ehud sheltered—no one ever heard from him, let alone saw him. When they met two years ago, Jaden had been younger and was getting full of himself, as he could not find any worthy opponents.

“Zayn,” His voice came: deeper, colder than she remembered. “Hi… It’s me. Jada.” A pause, heavy with old history. “I thought your mother...” “Didn’t want me contacting you,” Jada said, pacing now. “But this isn’t about her. It’s about Javyn. He left. He wouldn’t say where, but I think he’s…” “Looking for Savannah,” Zayn finished, grim. Jada’s breath hitched. “So you know?”