Jordan Gen V Novels & Stories

Jordan was grunting at every minute that passed; he didn't seem to like Raven's routine, and he wasn't hiding it. Jayden on the other hand was completely quiet. His face was blank and expressionless; and he always had that look of longing in his eyes. It wouldn't take a genius to tell that all he wanted was avenging their late Don, Gomez Maxson. And he couldn't make a move without Raven, partly because most of the Scorpion mafia members respected him because he had Gomez Waxson's blood flowing through his veins. “We've been here for hours,” said Jordan. “What the hell are we waiting for?“

Jordan's hand found my bare back, stroking down my spine. In the next rounds, they lost. Riley lost his tee, revealing more tattoos. Jordan stripped his own shirt after, his muscles rippling as he tossed it aside. Broad shoulders, defined abs—I stared too long, my cock stirring in my jeans. I won one again, making Jordan drop his shorts. He stood with only his boxers around him, his bulge obvious, thick and… I can't describe it. It just looks insanely perfect. My mouth went dry, imagining it hard against me.

Nef and Ron were already on the way towards their table. Zion rubbed his brows as he felt a sudden pain but there was no choice to follow the hungry friends. With their tummies, their eyes were also hungry and thirsty and that thirst can only be quenched by looking at the hot girls. When the girls saw them, they were over the cloud nine. Zion is no less than Roman or Greek God. Slightly tanned skin, dark eyes, dark hair, tall height, perfectly balanced and muscled body, high IQ, a heir of the top IT company of the country, in short he is perfect in every way and a dream guy of every girl.

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.

I force a smile and rush upstairs. Jordan is wearing a plain dark t-shirt that looks fit around his well-built body and a white shorts that barely reaches his knees. He wears his dark sunglasses and his Rolex, and the clothings and accessories he wears from his heels up to his head serves to showcase just how ridiculously expensive this arrogant playboy is. He looks so hot, covered by his simplicity and I hate to admit that I just can't take my eyes off of him. He climbs out of the electric vehicle and studies the cottage full of villagers and guests who chose to stay longer. I follow suit and stops next to him.

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” It was now the final week leading up to the vow removal but despite almost three weeks of intensive weight training, protein-heavy nutrition, and grueling gym sessions with his private instructor, Jordan was still not quite built like the original. So Beth, ever the strategist, had commissioned the finest tailor in Manhattan—known for dressing celebrities, politicians, and men who needed illusions.

He exclaimed, and Lorraine smiled again "Thank you, Jordan", "Talk to him", "Give him another chance", "I'll like to meet my brother-in-law this winter holiday", "You're still coming right?" He asked "Yes Jordan, we will be there" Lorraine answered "Now I heard this husband of yours is like some rich guy or something, so I will pass along my request for the new Alienware, 11th Gen. It's coming out this November but I'm sure a guy like Clay can get his hand on it before it's released" Jordan joked lightheartedly

"That's impossible. Jade's messed up academically. With her current CGPA, she needs a miracle even to make it into the top twenty. I know she's very smart but there's not enough time to raise it." Jacob raised the pen to his ears, clicking it continuously. "That's your problem. If you can't find a miracle, create one. When you stand on that podium as Valedictorian, Jade must stand next to you as Salutatorian." "What if I fail?" Jacob slowly stretched his lips into a wide grin, giving him a psychopathic vibe, mimicking a heartbeat with the clicks of the pen. "Then you'll both stand by the sidelines listening to the valedictorian's speech."

A man was standing in the hall. It seemed like he was waiting for someone. Jordan "Look who finally decides to show up." Leon: "Dad I am sorry." Jordan yelled at Leon, "Is your sorry going to earn me back the three million dollars that I just lost because of you . " Leon: "Dad I got stuck in some work . " Jordan: "Work? You and your work. Your work is to do as I say." Saisha came and held Jordan's hand "Let him rest for a while he looks exhausted . "

“How did it go? I’m assuming well, considering no one’s bleeding.” “Better than well,” I say as I adjust my footing on the floor. “Jonathan Vize is dead.” Gasps ripple around the room. “And his son Elijah is her mate too,” Jordan pipes in, already lounging in a chair he didn’t earn, his muddy boots kicked up on a nearby stool like he didn’t just stomp on someone’s croissant. A stunned silence settles over the table. Then Nanna slowly sits down, rubbing her temples. “I’m going to need stronger tea for this.”