Jordan Kent Novels & Stories

I just can’t tell what. I’m annoyed, Bert said that Cora has visions, but I’m not even getting that. I simply get feelings. I wish I could see whatever was maybe going to happen, so I could fix whatever hole we have in this plan. “I don’t believe you, but fine, I’ll wait til you’re ready to tell me about it.” Jordan says and I look over at him. “Who trained you?” I ask him and he smirks. “My dad mostly, but I also had some work done here.” He says and I nod. “Your dad’s the Gamma in Forest Pines?” I ask him and he nods. “Yeah.”

With Miguel's return to the room, the two could come across two guys standing at his door, one with brown hair in a well-aligned haircut, a shaved beard and standing with his hands in his pockets while the other was talking super excitedly, gesturing a lot. This one had dark blond hair combed back. As Miguel approached the duo, he put his hand on Catherine's shoulder, making her look at him a little scared at first. His hand was warm, and he had to take a step to his side, which made her smell his wonderful scent. It was Miguel's perfume, with a woody odor that matched perfectly with his lumberjack style. The trance in her mind was broken when she heard him introduce her.

"You have a fucking butler, like - Batman! And to top that off... he's British - just like freaking Alfred!" Jesse howled into laughter, he definitely haven't perceived that thought until K put it out. "Baby," he muttered as soon as he stopped guffawing. "I'm no Bruce Wayne, don't worry. My dad definitely isn't, either. He's more like... Jordan Belfort." K twitched her lip into a pout, annoyed that Jesse was making fun of her when she was almost having a mental breakdown because she just learned that her boyfriend shits moneybags.

“Jordan, you should clear your mind for now. Your health is the most important. While there is life, there is hope! If you want to take back your power, you must first take care of your health! Alright?” Jordan shook his head with a bitter smile. Overwhelmed with emotions, he said in a hollow voice, “Chandler, I’m afraid I don’t have much time in life. How can I take back what’s mine? That b*stard is in complete control of everything in the United States. I’m just a dying old man without a penny to my name. How can I fight him?” Kathleen hurriedly interjected, “Grandpa! Earlier, Mr. Wade gave you half a Healing Pill. Your life is no longer in danger. You’ll live for at least a year or two!”

He looked familiar as well. “You must be Leah.” He smiled, as I stood to attention in front of the sofa. He outstretched his hand as I looked at him confused. “Oh, apologies, where are my manners. I am Jack Carter, Logans father.” I let out a sigh of relief and accepted his hand, shaking it. “Logan is at the office at the moment.” I explained. “I know, I actually came here to see you.” I tilted my head intrigued. “Have you seen the news?”

How she wished to have a brother too. Jordan is a really handsome man with the Watson genes. He is one of the hot bachelors in the city who is known for his reputation with different ladies around him as his date all the time. He is playful by heart and never thinks of harming anyone in any way. He is also like her, not interested in the throne but participating in it just because his father is forcing him to.

How was I going to convince him to help me? Jordan lived in a charming little house in a quiet neighborhood, a world away from the glitz and glamour of the Elite Complex. He was a single dad, raising his eight-year-old son, Leo, with a blend of love, patience, and a healthy dose of sarcasm. I rang the doorbell, my heart pounding in my chest. Jordan opened the door, his face lighting up when he saw me. "Kayla! What are you doing here so late?" he asked, pulling me into a hug. "Is everything okay?"

one of the elders snapped. “It’s a new era, old man. My game, my rules.” These were the elders who were loyal to Leo. They would rather die than join hands with me. And I would be so grateful to carry out their wish. “There are procedures to the Throne. Alpha Leonardo is still alive. And he is the authority,” Another stupid old man spoke.

At that exact microsecond, Jordan feels like the entire hall is spinning gleefully around his head like a wild forest carousel. He parts his teeth, about to speak a smooth word to my white shirt, but Harvey Jupiter forcefully butts his heavy chest right into the middle of our circle. "You actually know Master Franklin's name, Jordan?" "Yeah." Jordan happily meets Harvey’s annoyed gaze, his voice dropping into a quiet, whispering frequency as he leans his head closer to his brother's shoulder. "He is the true silver-eyed goddess—the exact supreme warrior that my tongue told you guys about last moon. My claws are going to pursue his heart for my nest."

None of them looked like they had been fighting. One of the warriors jogged toward me. I recognized him. Jordan. He was one of the senior guards, a man with a scar across his chin and a reputation for being unshakable. But right now, he looked uneasy. "My Luna." He bowed quickly. "There has been a mistake." "A mistake? They told me there was a rogue attack."