Jordan Kent Dc Novels & Stories

Minx said as she looked scared too. “If you’ve noticed Jordan wears a bracelet on his hands that he never take off, he wears it to protect himself from stealing powers. Jordan can absorb the powers of any paranormal by only touching them, wearing that bracelet restricts him and now he lost it, he wouldn't want anyone around him so he doesn't unintentionally take their powers” Damian explained to them as soon as Minx walked out. “Why didn't he tell me that?” Tasha asked herself. “In case you’re wondering why he didn't tell you, it's not something he is proud of so he doesn't tell people, I'm very sure he doesn't know that I am aware of it” Damian said satisfying Tasha’s curiosity.

Time passed quickly when you were occupied. “You’re ridiculous! How can you say Superman is better than Batman?! I give up on you.” – Jordan. 10:35pm. “I don’t really? I don’t think I could if I tried, not anymore, but you’re wrong. Just saying.” – Jordan. 11:15pm. He smiled honestly before sending a text back and calling it a night. “The feeling’s mutual.” Derrick didn’t confirm what feeling he was mutual about to Jordan’ frustration when he text him twice demanding to know which one.

I toss and turn in the bed that’s softer than anything I’ve ever slept in. The kings can’t be my fated mates…can they? How can that be? It seems cruel. I’m the one thing they’ve been searching for and the one thing that’s the most dangerous to them. Yet they’re different than I thought they’d be. Jordan is so caring. Kent is quiet yet full of surprises–like being a better dancer than his more talkative brothers. He’s commanding in his own way.

he stopped, startled by something, then began screaming 'no' repeatedly like someone was secretly betraying him or trying to hurt him. "I am the true bearer of the dragon stone." I got up slowly observing my body following all the orders I gave it. Like when I controlled it to stand and it did. "I am Kerik Renfred, and I am nobody's follower. I am my own god, ruler of all beings."

Dakota puts her hand on his other shoulder. "She grabbed me here," Jordan says, holding out his arm. There's a rash where he's pointing. He acts like he's going to touch it, so I swat his hand away. "Don't touch it. Let's go to the doctor so you can get it looked at. We need to know what she put on you and how to treat it." I hold my hand out to help him up. He takes it and stands with little help from me. "You said we. Does that mean you two are going with me?" He looks hopeful. I look at Dakota, and she smiles as she takes his hand. I'm thankful she's holding the hand on the unaffected side.

Kent cut his spear midway and he turned on his heels while slashing his head off. The assistant general nodded at him gratefully and got up. Then they went their separate ways to do their business once more. Kent charged at the Nubians like a hurricane with his invisible sword, football drills and martial arts combined. A few moments later, he stopped and took a rest while looking around him. He sure did take a lot of lives when he was sucked into this magical time and land. However, he did not have any ill feelings about it. In fact, he felt good. He had no idea why. Normally, he should feel remorse for taking these lives in his hands, for they surely had families left behind. It was a sad

Kent heard me approaching immediately and looked up. I had never gotten a good look at Kent before now. I usually saw him with Jared and Kent tended to fall into his shadow for that reason. It was understandable. After all, Jared was the alpha. Kent was beneath him in a sense. Now that I had him alone, I could see that he was insanely hot as well. His features were slightly less angular than Jared’s, but he still had a defined jawline that made him look dangerous and confident. His eyes were a rich dark brown that still managed to spark with a certain boyish playfulness.

Slowly Bethany closed her eyes and everything went dark. Jordan, completely not in his right senses, kept moving towards the rogue with aggression and the thought to kill them. The only aim in his mind was to take the baby and woman with him. Just when he was getting to them, Gotham suddenly stood in his way. Jordan cared less about him and wanted to push him away to get to the other werewolves, but Gotham brought out a little red, glowing stone and showed it to his face.

Jordan A perfectly disoriented Quincy is worth trading grands to get in the front view row. His eyes are blown out in complete perplexity. They are electric, a charged mixture of amassed horniness. His silenced fractured gasp added to his pulchritude. “Jordan, the fuck are you up doing?”

My entire existence is about doing well and getting the grades I need to go to Harvard when I graduate, so becoming our class president and the study group leader for our year feels like an achievement. “These are well laid out and really helpful, Kayla. Thank you.” Jordan, a boy from my class, flashes a shy smile, giving me those puppy dog eyes he sometimes has for me. I know he’s had a crush on me since junior year, but I don’t have time for boys. As nice as he is, I don’t need the distraction of dating. He's not unattractive. He’s that typical rich, preppy boy bookworm type. Good bone structure, clean cut, sandy hair, blue eyes, tall and lean with glasses, and a neat cut back and sides. H