Jordan Kent Novels & Stories

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

Carter said, entering alongside Jade who had her daughter in her arms. Katerina put Elijah down and turned to face the beta, playfully glaring at him, watching as he took a step back in mocking surrender “what did I do this time?” “Oh, you are so going to bloody get it” Katerina said, glaring at him. “Wait, what did I do?” Carter asked, letting his mate go as he caught my wife, stopping her from attacking him, knowing that she won’t do anything anyway. Katerina laughed and Carter turned her around, pinning her to his chest, wrapping her own arms around herself, restraining her “now, now, just because you are our Luna does not mean that I would play nice”

He spit out and I laughed. “You will tell me what I want to know sooner or later.” I motioned for my man to go back to his torture. I would find her and kill Jensen. He thinks he can double-cross me, so he has to pay the price. A few hours later I walked back into the basement where I was keeping the man we had taken, I think his name was Jordan. I didn’t really care what his name was. All I cared about was breaking him so I could go and get what belonged to me. My man had done a real number on him already so I decided to see if he was ready to talk. I walked over to him, he was chained to the wall and looked like he was barely able to hold himself up. His face was covered in blood and he wa

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.

I said to him. I'm still chewing on the orange he gave me, noticing his expression when I tell him this information. “Seriously? Does anyone already know?” “Nope. I also just found out this morning when they took my blood” I showed my hands to him, there are a lot of needle marks in there. Arthur smiles, almost laugh.

Lesson plans were already written and I just printed some of them out and printed out homework for the next few days for all 4 of my grades. By the time I was finished it was already 6:30pm. It was dark outside and I needed to get home. As I exited the building I saw one of the warriors standing outside the school gate. "Beta Smith." He said looking down at me. "Oh hey Jordan. How are you parents?" I smiled up at him. Jordans family were Dragon shifters that just joined about 4 weeks ago. I took care of his twin sisters in the daycare sometimes whole the rest of his family had training.

It was a bright Saturday morning and Jordan Duro was at his gym. When not in the field, he would be nowhere other than his gym. He is broad chested with six pack muscles on a slim waist and belly muscle. His arms were having some scars portraying he had been in some dangerous situation. Jordan is a 29 year old young man and a citizen of Newtown city. He is tall with a height of 6.5 inches. His long hair reached his shoulders which he tied up in a ponytail.

I blasted back, "Do you think you can hurt me whenever you want, and I'm just supposed to accept it?" He deserved every bit of what happened. Wayne, grateful for the information I had shared, bought me a villa when he found out I was looking to buy a house. The day I moved in, Elijah and his family came over to celebrate with me. Among them was his grandson, Jordan Hale. Jordan was a strikingly handsome man, but his intimidating aura made him seem dangerous. He was a renowned photographer, but he looked more like a member of the mafia. Elijah introduced him. "Jordan's trained in kickboxing and Muay Thai. He once encountered a group of armed poachers while working in the rainforest and took d

So, yeah, he’s also a badass, it just looks different than my form of badassery. Our youngest brother Dax is currently the pack’s Lead Warrior, which means he works closely with Gamma Bree in running trainings and sparring sessions, and with me when it comes to battle strategy. Thanks to my parents’ leadership, leadership which I at least hope I’m carrying on, there’s been little reason for the latter, but I like knowing that I have one of my brothers, someone whom I trust implicitly, in that role. And, my parents, while retired, still live on pack lands while they enjoy their retirement. So, I’m really very lucky. But it’s still not the same as what I see Cayden has with Zella or Bree has w

Cecilia POV I recognized him immediately. It was Jordan, the son of Norman's Beta. Only a few days earlier, he had clashed with the royal special forces outside the manor. His skin was sun-kissed, his black hair cropped close to the scalp, and his build even more formidable than his father's—likely a gift from his warrior mother. "What exactly is she going to teach us? How to dance, or perhaps prepare a delightful meal?" he scoffed, his voice dripping with derision.