Novel & Cerita Jordan Gen V

"Don't listen Genzzi" "Isn't this sweet?" Leviathan smirked. "Will you give me what I want?" "No!" Jordan shouted when Genzzi looked at him. "No" He shook his head. "Okay, I'll make it easier" Leviathan quickly stood and walked to Jordan. He brought out a pistol and held it to Jordan's head. "Leave him alone!" Genzzi angrily said. "Stay away from him!" "You have five seconds to decide. One" "Please don't give him what he wants. We will defeat him" Jordan begged.

He sneers, then walks out. My wide eyes land on Jordan, “Jordan. I didn’t…” He shakes his head. “It’s fine. He’s gotten nervous lately.” He says and my eyes scrunch, “About what?” I ask him and he ticks his tongue. “I’m the Gamma of a pack about to go to war for their Luna. It’s my job to protect you if the triplets can’t. He’s just nervous about it.” He tells me and my face falls. Jordan shakes his head, “We discussed this before we marked each other. He knows what he signed up for. He’s just nervous. I’ll see you guys later.” He says, jumping out of his seat and rushing after Cole.

“My father. I’m sure he’ll be happy to help.” “Really?” I probe. “Yes. Rule number one: everything has a price, and no one comes cheaper than a man with no morals.” I sigh, amused. “A man with no morals, huh? That’s comforting.” “And?” he prompts. “As you said… everything has a price. What am I expected to pay for all this generosity?” My voice carries curiosity and just a hint of challenge. He leans closer, a wicked smile forming. “A vial of your blood. And no more Burner. Call me Jordan.”

Because ow. “Shhh,” the masculine wall hums. Jordan , I recognize, his peppermint scent surrounding me. But there are hints of pine and coppery ash, too. I force my eyes open and take in all the smooth skin in front of me. Jordan ’s chest is a work of art. All tapered lines and lean muscle. His shoulders are just as firm, as are his arms and his abdomen. He’s not as big as Kev . He’s also missing the ink on his arms and chest. Kev is all strength and intimidating muscle. Jordan is sleek, almost panther-like. And Jake is all power.

I just pray he never does. “That’s so typical of Jordan. He loves working out. He tried to rope me in and it worked a few times but I’m not nearly as consistent as him. “I hate it Dad.” Jordan raises his brow in a mocking gesture and then smirks with the dripping charm of Lucifer himself as he shakes his head as he finger-fuck me. In and out with a frantic rhythm that robs my sanity. Goddamn it. God. Fucking. Damn. It. “It’s good for your health, Pumpkin.”

Just me and this random guy standing on the steps outside the building. He turned to me fully now, sliding his hands into the pockets of his black jeans. Up close, he was… striking. Maybe 6’2”, lean but clearly athletic. There was something oddly familiar about his face. He looked a little like Tyler. It wasn't identical, but enough that it made my stomach twist uncomfortably. “I’m Jordan ,” he said offering a hand “ Transfer student. Sorry you had to deal with that asshole"

We’re back at last classes of the day, Fabian and I said goodbye to the others, to go to the training field when we arrived we saw that something had happened, we approached and coach Mattos was informing the rest of the team, that Jordan had had an accident, that he was fine but would be out of the competitions, for 4 months, which affected us, since he was key in the mixed relays and my relay partner, we did not have someone who could replace him, so it would be a problem. “ This puts us in a very delicate situation, the mixed relays are a key test, for the team and the classifications, we had to look for an urgent replacement, someone who is ready, although he was in another sport, there

It was about everything. “Don’t,” I said quietly. “Don’t what?” “Don’t look at me like that.” He gave a small, tired smile. “I don’t know how else to look at you.” I looked away, my hands tightening on Revan’s arm. “He needs me right now.” “I know.” Jordan stood and walked to the edge of the stream, washing the blood from his hands. The sound of the water was soft, almost peaceful, but there was nothing peaceful in him.

Jaden stuttered, his eyes still transfixed on my boobs. “Uhm… what year did I… uhm… have my first kiss… fuck!” Jordan stuttered, running his hand through his hair. “2010,” Jaden muttered. “I was nine years old then, dude!” Jordan slapped his shoulder. “Pull off your clothes!” Jordan snapped. Jaden snapped back to the game and grinned. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the ground, leaving him in his pants and briefs. My belly tightened as I stared at the tattoo on his chest. I couldn't wait to trace my fingertips over it.

Jax let out a furious, animalistic snarl, his aggressive pride completely shattered by Jordan's effortless, superior dominance on the ice. When Jordan accelerated down the ice for the third and final pass, I could physically see the unhinged, violent frustration completely consuming Jax's mind. Instead of attempting to cleanly check Jordan, the massive player intentionally dropped his heavy shoulder and shoved violently into my smaller, unprotected side, using my body as a physical projectile to disrupt Jordan's path.