Jordan Gen V Novels & Stories

"The Dragon would be proud." "He is proud," Gordan Chen’s voice said. He had arrived with the OGs, his strength finally returning. He walked over to his daughter and placed a hand on her shoulder. "You didn't just win a duel, Jade. You proved that the 'Next Gen' has the heart of the 'Old Guard.' You’ve secured the foundation." Just then, Jade received a high-priority message from Davina Quinton. Her image appeared on Jade’s terminal, which Jax had brought with him.

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.

With that said, Jordan walked into the vacant lot! Then, he turned to David and said, "The test is simple. Attack me with all your might and prove to me that you are capable of joining Team A as a backup member." David took a few steps forward and faced Jordan. They were about 20 or 30 meters apart. "You can strike me any time you're ready!" Jordan said casually as he stood across from David. He did not seem to take David seriously. In his opinion, David was not worth taking seriously. He was only 21 years old. So what if he was already a Tiger Rank peak master?

"Won't slip away from me twice." Victor turned to him. "I need Roberto and that child. Alive and unharmed. Understand?" "Crystal clear, boss," Jordan nodded. "I'll be gentle as a fucking butterfly." The study door opened, and Gerald entered. Unlike Jordan with his leather and attitude, Gerald was understated elegance—crisp suit, silver-streaked hair perfectly combed, weathered face betraying nothing. But today, there was something in his stance, a tension that Jordan immediately noticed.

Jordan got mad and didn't mind whether the poor kids were being used. His claws were lethal to anyone coming to a closer radius. In a short while Jordan stood there undefeated but guilty. Upon noticing whatever he planned wasn't working, Flame tried to teleport but couldn't. Frustrated, he charged back to Jordan, determined to finish him.

Jordan A perfectly disoriented Quincy is worth trading grands to get in the front view row. His eyes are blown out in complete perplexity. They are electric, a charged mixture of amassed horniness. His silenced fractured gasp added to his pulchritude. “Jordan, the fuck are you up doing?”

He mocked. "Ugh... just forget, "It's Kenzo. Why do you bear 'Giordana'?" "Well, mom is half Italian although she was born and raised in America. She decided to name me after her maternal grandmother and the name is the Italian translation for Jordan," I explained. "Oh, cool," He nodded. "And by the way, I'll call you Kenny or Ken instead of Philip," I announced with a big grin. "Noooo!" He groaned. " I hate that name."

I'm only going over Jordan I'm only going over home...

Should anyone be insane enough, Jordan's revenge would crush them without hesitation. XXX