Novel & Cerita Jordan Gen V

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.

she said. "Thank you May," I said and left the room suddenly feeling awkward. I walked down to the training room and Creed and Jordan were fighting each other. Jordan had thick black curly hair. He looked like the youngest of his brothers with his soft features. He grinned as he moved to strike Creed and Creed blocked and took him down to the ground capturing his arm behind his back. Jordan began tapping on the mat. "Okay okay, you win. I yield... I'll never call you an old man again," he yelped in pain while Creed applied pressure to his arm.

“Never mind, I’ll figure this out soon enough.” I nod because I trust him, which is not easy for me to do. “Now you have no more avoidance tactics; why are you running from your mate?” I shrug my shoulders. “I have a lot going on right now.” “Yes, you do. But I’m here now, Melinda; you don’t need to shoulder everything. Besides, you could do much worse than Jai.” I sigh. “I don’t know anything about him, Adam.” Adam smiles. “Jai is the second son of Alpha Leander and Luna Sara, making him my second cousin. Jai is a homebody and also a master horseman. He’s kind yet strong and dominant when he needs to be due to his Beta status.

We had been practicing new maneuvers with partners, and mine just happened to be the strongest, fastest, and most experienced warrior in the guard. “You’ll catch up to me one day,” Jordan said, patting my back. He was a little older than me, having joined the guard three years before. At twenty-two, he stood at 6’4” with a commanding presence. Everyone assumed that when Christian eventually stepped down, Jordan would take his place as commander. His caramel skin and dark brown hair complemented his amber eyes, which always glowed with a calm clarity—so unlike his wolf. His wolf was massive, with nearly black fur, and one glare from him was enough to freeze anyone in place.

Nero is a wonderful colour of hazelnut brown almost golden as it shimmers in the sun. It doesn’t take Nero long to overtake Jordan and the fight was less than 3 minutes long as he managed to trick him and push him over. He didn’t need a lot of strength to do this just a clever move during an attack led by Jordan used to his own advantage. Pronounced as winner of the Game, Nero walks back to the tent followed by Samuel and Gordon. “Don’t you want to watch all the other contests?” Samuel rubs confused his head.

“Whеrе I play Five A Sіdе, they have a kіdѕ tеаm thаt Jоrdаn іѕ оn, the раrеntѕ were ѕtrugglіng tо brіng ѕоmеоnе іn аftеr thе last guу lеft due to a bеrеаvеmеnt so I said I wоuld take оvеr the Wеdnеѕdау nіght trаіnіng.” “Hе’ѕ rеаllу gооd. I hope I саn bе juѕt as good аѕ him оnе dау,” Jоrdаn piped uр. Hе lооkеd on аt Jоеl аѕ ѕоmеоnе hе lооkеd up tо аnd thаt mаdе mе ѕmіlе.

“You look like every bad decision I’ve ever wanted to make.” She didn’t flinch. “And you look like every woman’s post-breakup regret in a leather jacket. His grin stretched wider. “God, you’re even better in person. Let me sit down before I start proposing things I can’t take back.” “So this is the Ryder Jordan. The newly acquired striker for the New York Guardians. World record signing for 200 million dollars. I expected someone taller.” He pouted. “Ha ha, funny, you know I’m tall and I play like a giant too.”

I was trying to reach the top shelf but realized I was too short, which annoyed me. "Need a hand?", a voice said from behind me. I turned around, startled, seeing Jordan leaning against the kitchen wall. His shirt was still off, which I had seen in the room, but I allowed myself to really take his form. He was not as bulky, but his muscles were shown clearly. Good fucking genetics. He wore grey sweatpants. My eyes followed the v-cut shape he sported. He cleared his throat, and I looked back up into his blue eyes. He had that same expression in his eye that Carter had after I had been caught checking him out.

“I did. Stubborn, sharp, never satisfied with following orders unless he thought he was in charge. Sound at all familiar?” Jordan paused, a shadow flicking across his face, and for a moment he looked completely unguarded—lost, almost. He looked down at the ground and then up again. “Yeah. More familiar than I wanted to admit.” Vael’s look softened. “So you know what to do. You don’t have to learn to work with him. You already have.” Jordan just breathed out. That was it—no speech, just the resolve settling into his bones. He looked at me. I nodded, just once.

He even put his career at stake as he craved immense power and position-the things which would help him keep an eye on Evelyn and stay close to her. Dylan knew that without his Genie, his company would collapse in a day and even if he hired people to stalk Evelyn, he wouldn’t succeed for long. Evelyn was smarter than him, she would catch him soon and then his dirty games would be exposed. And whatever hope he had for winning her back would be destroyed too. Mr. Black had left his side, his friends had abandoned him and he wasn’t that strong so he decided to look for another way. A journey that will be full of dangers, streets dipping with blood with rivals who will hunt you down at every ste