Jordan All American Novels & Stories

I rose. "What's the matter, Raven? You land an Alpha either way. It's a win win! You don't like? I warned you to behave. You caused this! Now, Jett will have to make a difficult choice. Do you know how hard on him..." he trailed off, clenching his lips. A phone began to buzz. It was his. He took the call before I could make another comment, "Hey, Andy. What's up?" **** Sabrina Cliffe

I don’t either, but time is running short, and with another woman gone, our options are frighteningly thin. Somehow, someway, I have to separate Jordan from his all-access key card for our plan to work. No one is getting into the Pit without it. ~ I’ve offered myself up as the sacrificial sub, but it takes me an hour to spot Jordan in the public dungeons, now dressed in leather pants. Amid the crack of whips and the cries of pleasure and pain, he tries to give off the all-American-hero vibe with his winning smile. He’d spiced it up with a bit of badass, punctuated by the barbed-wire tattoo around one of his biceps and his gym-cut abs rippling between peeks of his black leather vest, without

Jordan sat on the floor with Gio beside him, their attention was fixed to the laptop they were gazing at. The way Jordan's fingers ran over the keys made Gio open his mouth in awe, such a unique superpower. For Lu, it was nothing new, nothing special, or nothing important. As long as it has not given what he classified as a direct message on how to get Alita, Jordan and the Laptop are definitely useless. His concern is for Amara that laid on the floor beside Gio, using his thighs as her pillow. A small smile seems to be stamped on her peaceful face as she lay fast asleep.

Nef and Ron were already on the way towards their table. Zion rubbed his brows as he felt a sudden pain but there was no choice to follow the hungry friends. With their tummies, their eyes were also hungry and thirsty and that thirst can only be quenched by looking at the hot girls. When the girls saw them, they were over the cloud nine. Zion is no less than Roman or Greek God. Slightly tanned skin, dark eyes, dark hair, tall height, perfectly balanced and muscled body, high IQ, a heir of the top IT company of the country, in short he is perfect in every way and a dream guy of every girl.

She’s running today’s practice, and she’s brought two of her friends to help out- a couple of guys from Summervale that went to high school with us. Other than her twin, Davis and Boyd were Fallon’s closest friends in high school. The three of them went out for the squad together after graduation and they all made the cut after summer training camp. Davis has always been on the quieter side, but the guy is sweet as hell. He’d offer you the shirt off his back. Boyd, on the other hand, is so gregarious that he borders on obnoxious. He’s a shameless flirt who thinks he’s super smooth, but he strikes out way more than he scores. It’s kind of endearing, though, because the guy does mean well. He’

His hand rested lightly on the curve of my waist, grounding and maddening all at once. “I see that our Luna has been training you.” Nolan said, choosing to direct his question to the children who are watching excitedly. “And I can tell if this is how your training is starting, then I'm going to have a stronger league on my line, aren't I?” I tilted my face up, ready to ask what the hell he was doing. I wanted to ask what he was doing, but the smile that was on his face was one that I never saw. Even the children were happy to see him like this.

Jordan My agent, Larry Modiess, looks up from the papers in his hand and quirks his lips. “It’s a done deal, Jordan—sign, sealed, and delivered. You’re officially a New Mexico Pronghorn, the team with the lousiest record in the pro league.” His hand slams against my back. He looks like he wants to hug me, so I step back and try to act manly. He’s four inches shorter than I am, balding, and outweighs me by a hundred pounds. Think big teddy bear with a backbone of steel when it comes to negotiating sports contracts.

Sensing that I was becoming suspicious, he smiled sheepishly and kissed my hair. Jordan cleared his throat from behind us, causing all of us to look at him. “Ah, right. Jordan, this is Ella. Ella, this is Jordan, Alpha Roger’s son and the representative leader of the Moonlight pack in this project. I glanced at Jordan briefly. “Yeah, we’ve met.” Dalton furrowed his eyebrows. "Oh. How long have you been—“ His statement was cut short when Amara held onto his arms and went closer to us. I could see the sweat forming on Dalton’s temples as he removed her grip from his arms.

And when I finally beat him and threw him on the ground, he was in shock. Not just him, but all the other warriors who had plotted with him to wrestle me. They all stood up, staring at the ring in surprise. I could see the look of pride in Zaan's eyes, as well as her mom's. It seemed they were happy that I put Carter in his place. Carter felt extremely embarrassed, and a few minutes later, he disappeared.