Jordan Kent Dc Novels & Stories

" Kent came over and raised his hand to stop Edgar from speaking further. He looked affectionately at Jordan. "Jordan, are you really willing to strengthen your exercise routine?" "Yes, Grandpa! I'll start exercising today!" Jordan promptly got down to do push-ups after making his declaration. After just two push-ups, his face turned red. Kent pulled him up and patted his head gently. He said kindly, "I believe in you. You'll do what you promised, right?" "I will, Grandpa!" Jordan nodded firmly. Kent instructed his son, "Give the Nightstems to Jordan."

Jordan says sincerely. “Well, my daughter is soon to be on the throne so I needed to come sees if the man I am to kill is still here,” Kyrtos says clearly threatening to kill Dean, Jordan could only sigh, he felt he had no leg to stand on in this matter. “Well, he is still alive,” Penelope chimes happily earning a glare from her husband, “and I hope the two of you resolve your conflict soon.” “Can’t you talk about this, Dean was not in control of his powers when he did that,” Jordan explained, and Kyrtos knows this, he knows the vile woman who controls the activities in the royal house while her husband is oblivious.

Kent welcomed her. “Thanks Kent, a pleasure to be here,” she gave him a hug in greeting. For the benefit of the audience Kent winked over her shoulder and ran his hands down Carmen’s back, grabbing her firm ass in both hands and giving it a squeeze. The audience laughed enviously. “Our second guest is the very curvy supermodel with the nicest bazoobies on the web, Katie Price Jordan!” Kent announced as the crowd yelled in excitement. Jordan strode out onto the stage looking incredibly sexy. She had a pair of knee-high black boots and a short white skirt that was slit up one thigh, displaying plenty of her long sleek legs as she walked over to Kent. She wore a tight white t-shirt through whic

He looked enticing with his furrowed brows and serious pout. What the heck, girl?! I mentally pinched myself as I tried to avoid the fact that Jordan himself was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. I tried my best not to look, but I couldn’t help but stare at the tattoo on his back. It was a full scale dragon - I noticed that the end of its tail could be found on the base of his nape, its body running down the length of his spine then going around his right hip, its head disappearing just beside his crotch.

If lydia were awake right now I know she would be shaking her head at me. I throw all my stuff in my bad and quietly open the door. I'm looking at the ground and the first thing I see is feet. I smile because my first thought is Kane. I have to shove down the disappointment I feel when I look to see Jordan standing in front of me holding a coffee in each hand. He's wearing a yellow shirt that makes his green eyes appear even brighter, and his blond hair is falling across his forehead instead of styled back like he usually wears it. I like this look. A lot.

They thought it would be an easy fight, yet surprisingly, they were vanquished by Jordan in a few rounds. Jordan dropped the two bodyguards on the floor and lunged at Randy. Randy panicked and said, "Do you know who I am? My father is Keaton, head of City Construction. I will ruin you if you dare to touch me!" The only response he got was a rain of fists.

I spun around, my heart leaping into my throat. Jordan stepped out of the darkness. He wasn't wearing a suit. He wasn't wearing a shirt. In the moonlight, he looked like a god of war. His chest was broad, sculpted with muscle and scarred from old battles. Sweat glistened on his skin, as if he had been running—or hunting. His eyes were glowing. Not a flicker. Solid, molten gold. "I... I was just taking a walk," I stammered, backing away.

Jordan continued, "I'm currently Jordan. The Lancaster family and the Grey family don't have any connections. It's not convenient for me to get involved. I might get exposed." Cade looked at him in shock. Just how thick was this guy's skin to make him work for him? He disappeared before, which was one thing, but now that he's back, he's asking for help. "Do you think you're doing a good job?" Jordan said, "Apart from Paul, nobody recognized me yet. He only figured it out because I lost my composure around him.” Even Calista didn't recognize him. She even kissed him without any hesitation. At this thought, his happiness from receiving the gift vanished in an instant.

Three minutes later, Jordan took the elevator to the top floor with his colleagues. As soon as he saw Kensley, he cursed angrily. He seemed to wish he could kick Kensley down the rooftop, “Kensley Leach, you ungrateful thing. I treated you so well in vain. How could you do such a crazy thing? You want to use me to kill Mr. Carter. You are so vicious.” I restrained the furious Jordan and signaled him not to pressure Kensley anymore. After all, his life was worthless. Even if he was forced to jump off the building, it was just one ant less in the world.

He didn’t even acknowledge her or ask for help. “Young Miss Gwen, don’t worry, Joshua won’t be able to leave so easily. He’ll be on your knees begging for your help eventually.” Jordan comforted her. This was a joke! The Donquite family was a celestial family. They had a bunch of skilled fighters who had not made their presence known yet. They would not be intimidated by a mere bomb. After all, the celestial family had all sorts of tricks up their sleeve.