Jordan Gen V Novels & Stories

I felt they could be themselves and I could get past the first dose of testosterone. Aiden moves slightly in front of me. “Guys, this is our new kicker, Jordan Givens.” He shifts to the side so they get a good long look. “She’s now a Pronghorn.” Silence. A minute goes by. “Fuck this shit,” says a player at the back of the pack. This opens up a few grunts of agreement and plenty of head nods.

The crowd near the entrance parted almost instantly, clearing a wide, respectful path as the principal shareholders of Vasquez Holdings made their descent. In the center of the group walked Jordan. He was dressed in a pristine, tailored black tuxedo that fit his broad, imposing frame with a lethal kind of precision. His dark hair was brushed back, exposing the sharp, aristocratic lines of his jaw and the cold, unblinking focus in his eyes. He looked magnificent. He looked untouchable. He looked exactly like the multi-billion-dollar successor the business magazines had warned me about—a man who destroyed corporate dead weight before breakfast and didn't care about the collateral damage.

But the moment my eyes fell on that envelope again, sitting exactly where I had left it, I knew I couldn’t ignore it. My fingers hovered over it for a long second before I finally gave in and slid the first DVD out. The one with his name written across it, Jordan 2 It was different from the one I had previously watched. The screen flickered to life. At first, there was just static. Then light. A dark, concrete room came into focus. And in the middle of it, him again, stripped naked with only boxer briefs. Jordan was chained to the wall, blood dripping down his chest, his body trembling with exhaustion. His face was barely recognizable beneath the bruises, but those eyes those fierce, golden

“Jordan is getting married and once again, I was a disappointment. I arrived late even when I made sure that I would be as early as I could. I’m stuck with being a hateful and disappointing father even when I am not trying to be that way. It still hurts, but I numb the feeling and pretend like it doesn’t. I succeeded in turning it off. No, I didn’t. I simply pretended to turn it off and it’s playing well so far. I miss my son. Genesis seems to be a stubborn one and I feared that she might give Jordan a hard time. I don’t like her. She is poor, stubborn and disrespectful and Jordan might either kill her with his bare hands or I would. Aside that, she is very beautiful and her eyes, blue like

After finding out that Sahara and Damien Entertainment was collaborating with Jordan Group, and that Solomon had succeeded in getting the super high end endorsement, they all came scurrying to curry favor. "Heh!" Rex snorted and took out his new Jordan 7 and glanced at the time. Thomas also took out his black Jordan 7 and took a look at the time. Juliana frowned, then took out her pink Jordan 7 out as well to check the time. Looking left and right with his Jordan 6 in hand, Alban was very disgruntled. "Why do you all have Jordan 7?" Rex looked at the phone seriously and said, "Master Alban, relax. It doesn't have any notable new features. Only the appearance has changed, and a Beauty Mode an

said Jordan to his self. The enemy treated his own self, he injected an anti venom that’s why he immediately gained his strength. He keep on eye around him because he knew that anytime his opponents approached to him. “That bastard I will take my revenge!” said the enemy angrily. Jordan walked near the bushes where he fired his enemy but he can’t find him. So he directly run away and hide. He didn’t knew that his enemy already gained his strength after treating and applied an anti venom then the enemy went to other place and he planted a bombed near to the bushes that he got injured.

30 percent of the Jordans’ shares, in comparison to the Jordans’ special team, was a big step Julian was stepping away from. The originally frustrated Senior Jordan became calmer and at peace. However…

he said and Jordan scoff and turn his attention back to the exit door . "sun burns can't kill us do you know that " he suddenly said and Victor arched his brows " what do you mean by that " he ask and Jordan turn around facing him fully with a grin . " sun burns can kill a original . that's my advantage "he said and Victor eyes widen understanding what he meant by that " don't you dare...." Victor was still saying when Jordan dash out of the building . " is he crazy " Dianna and colin who have been watching them shrieked

No matter who the mastermind was, I had to be careful in the future. Jordan was still furious. He gritted his teeth and said, “He deserves to die. This kind of person is too evil and too scary. Even death can’t relieve my hatred. It’s just a pity that he wasted a gene regeneration shot. This kind of person is just causing trouble for himself and others. A scumbag in society!” Jordan had always been gentle and refined, but today, he had lost his cool. Kensley almost ruined his reputation and even his life, and was fortunate to escape danger. He wanted to curse Kensely with all the dirty words he knew.

Beneath the well-cut suit and determined jaw was the same kid who’d grown up in Boulder, the one who refused to quit, even with his knee in pieces and the whole sport seemingly moving on without him. The ESPN crew buzzed with energy. Cables snaked across the carpet, lights blazed, and a wall-mounted camera pivoted to catch the best angle. Center stage, Jordan Steele stood tall with athletic grace, every bit the broadcast pro—dark hair perfectly styled, suit impeccable, smile wide and easy. His presence filled the room, command and charm in equal measure. Jordan caught Jeremy’s approach, extending a strong handshake and a quick, knowing grin. “Jeremy Davis! Good to finally meet you in person.