Jordan Gen V 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 spun around, my heart leaping into my throat. Jordan stepped out of the darkness. He wasn't wearing a suit. He wasn't wearing a shirt. In the moonlight, he looked like a god of war. His chest was broad, sculpted with muscle and scarred from old battles. Sweat glistened on his skin, as if he had been running—or hunting. His eyes were glowing. Not a flicker. Solid, molten gold. "I... I was just taking a walk," I stammered, backing away.

Joel yelled at them both. But Reid and Jordan knew that if they did something and failed, the consequence would be dire for all of them. "Get up!" Vermont continued to torment Riley. It was getting harder and harder to watch. Jordan's arms twitched. "Dad!" he bellowed. That caught Vermont's attention. "What!?" "That's enough" Jordan spoke with a calm voice but his body was extremely tense. "Oh you really think so?" Vermont mused. "Yes." "And why is that?" Vermont continued to taunt.

Eva's POV "Ouuuu.... Give Jordan a lap dance." My head snapped up to meet Jordan's eyes already on me. I swallowed hard, looking at him. "Come on!!! No wasting of timeee" Felix dragged. Evan began to hit his fist on the table, cheering. "What are you waiting for, man? The Jordan I know wouldn't hesitate. Jesus." One other guy, Kelvin, spoke. I had learnt their names from staying in their midst. It was Felix, Kelvin, Daniel, Golden. They were all hot men but to me, Jordan topped the chart and from what I learnt, he was the school's golden boy and they all made up the Basketball team.

He caught her searching gaze and she was expecting to see some sign of remorse but to her surprise, he shamelessly gave her a wink and focused on pouring himself a glass of water. She turned her attention away from him and focused on Ronald as well. She took note of his green eyes for the first time. They were akin to Donovan’s. Donovan had the man's handsome features. It was clear from the first look. Whenever Ronald looked at Donovan it was easy to see that he was proud of his grandson. “My son, have you decided on a date yet?” he asked. “No, Grandpa.” “Hmm. What are you waiting for?” “Soon,” Donovan replied vaguely.

Dirty blonde hair - half shaved half long Green eyes Full thick beard Muscular build Sami’s boyfriend Bear 21 6’6” Brown hair Hazel eyes Facial hair Very muscular Frankie’s boyfriend Gunnar 21 6’3” Light brown hair Blue eyes Muscular Jax 22 6’0 Black hair mohawk Black eyes Lean muscular build Chase 22 6’2” Dirty blonde hair Green eyes Muscular build The Guys Dalton 19 6’1 Blonde hair Blue eyes Athletic build Colson 19 6’3” Light brown hair Blue eyes Muscular build Facial hair Kane 20 6’0 Black hair Brown eyes Muscular build Kaden 20 6’1” Dirty blonde hair Hazel Athletic build Killian 22 6’4” Black hair Gray eyes A few tattoos Facial hair Muscular build Dallas 21 6’2” Brown hair Blue eyes Fac

It was a bright Saturday morning and Jordan Duro was at his gym. When not in the field, he would be nowhere other than his gym. He is broad chested with six pack muscles on a slim waist and belly muscle. His arms were having some scars portraying he had been in some dangerous situation. Jordan is a 29 year old young man and a citizen of Newtown city. He is tall with a height of 6.5 inches. His long hair reached his shoulders which he tied up in a ponytail.

“She gave her life for this fight. Don’t let her sacrifice be in vain.” Jordan doesn’t respond at first, his shoulders shaking as he clings to Violet. But then, something shifts. A low growl rumbles from deep within his chest, growing louder until it fills the room. He lifts his head, his eyes no longer just filled with sorrow but something far darker—pure, unrelenting rage. When he speaks, his voice is guttural, barely human. “You’ll pay for this.”

Minx said as she scrolled through her phone. "Whatever," Gabriel said. "We're here, please I need to make my stop if you guys want to fight till tomorrow morning that's none of my business because I won't be witnessing any of it," Jordan said then he came down from the Rolls Royce back seat. He didn't have many things only a single box containing all his belongings and even if he forgot anything he can simply teleport back home and get it. Gabriel came down from the car too and helped Jordan bring down his box as he noticed that since Jordan came back from hell, he had been physically weak.

Damon ordered lunch while Sienna settled Jordan into a guest room. By the time food arrived, they were all gathered on the sunlit patio, plates stacked high with gourmet sliders, fries, and strawberry lemonade. “So,” Damon asked, biting into a fry, “Sienna says you play basketball?” Jordan nodded proudly. “Point guard. I run the court.” “He’s good,” Sienna added. “Coaches already want him for college scouting.” Jordan shrugged. “Still gotta finish sophomore year first.” “Are you fast?” Damon asked. “Fastest in my league,” Jordan said. “Want to race me?”