Jordan Kent Novels & Stories

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

*5 years later* Alex POV Have you ever wanted to be someone else? That was the question that I’ve been asking myself all these years. With the stress of life getting me down I couldn't help but wonder what it would of been like. But now I wouldn’t ever want to change a thing. Charlotte is strong, she’s a warrior in disguise. Never in my lifetime would I have thought that someone so small, so beautiful, would turn my life upside down for the better. She's over come all her fears and became everything the pack needs in a Luna plus more. We’ve made three beautiful children. That are more then a handful and keep me on my toes that's for sure. My daughter Lilly, she’s the strongest out of all th

Alpha Damien, the great and prestigious Alpha of the red moon pack and one of the strongest, leading billionaires and businessmen of all time, stood right at the door of the kitchen, from which Courtney had just left. His cold gaze, glazed against the body of that woman and in comprehensive pain followed by rage, overwhelmed him. He wanted to just shred her into pieces. Ariel immediately cringed, knowing absolutely what it felt like to be close to him. It was like death, the hand of death clutching her, clawing at her and choking her. But, instead of it taking her, it toiled with her.

“Oh, you know me too. Stevee Royce is now under Westmoreland protection. Is that understood?” “Yes, sir,” Jordan nods, but won’t make eye contact with Mark. I make a note to ask Dad Nate about Westmoreland, I’m not familiar with them. Ty let’s Jordan go as Dad Nate and Dad Matt come out. “I’m sorry Mr. Royce, for touching Stevee, it won’t happen again,” Jordan says and runs away. “Do you know who his father is?” Dad Nate asks. “I know Cardigan,” Mark says. “I don’t think I was properly introduced back there. Mark Luske.”

Jordan touched in New York, one month after his departure feeling fresh and alive, he had the best time in Arizona, even witnessing the birth of Katrina's first child and his goddaughter Asteria, it had been heavenly, that's how he could describe his time with the Evan's, and now he was back better and stronger.

He was told it would help a man in suppressing the effects of a bond. Jordan cleared his throat before knocking on the door and opening it. He easily saw the lone figure inside. “You called for me, sir?” With firm steps and trying to look confident, he approached the man. He stood in front of him, a few feet away, and assumed their resting stance during training. “You’re Jordan? Son of Alpha Jared and Luna Polly, brother to Janelle, who’s mated to Austin, son of Alpha Tyler?” “Yes, sir.” Jordan was quite impressed by how detailed his family background has been checked.

"My sincere apologies, Miss Jordan." Right, "Jordan." "Jordan" is one of the most famous families in the United Kingdom and internationally, a family of insane wealth and affluence, resounding across Europe. Her dad, Thomas Jordan is the right hand of the British Prime Minister and the CEO of the top fast-growing Tech company (A.L.O.S ) in the U.K. Janice is believed to be the next in line as she is the first and only daughter of the Jordans.

The door opens a while after, revealing an eleven-year-old boy in a black top and a matching pair of khaki trousers- Derek. “You look sad?” I ask, taking his backpack off his shoulders. “Didn’t you have fun with Scott?” “You’re late. Again,” he mutters, maintaining the annoyed look on his cute little face. “They had fun,” Sofia informs, joining us outside. “Thank you,” I smile. “And by the way, you look terrible.” I look at the blue short-sleeved gown I have on and can't help but agree with her. It has some stains here and there making it look even worse than it originally was.

For all I know, to them, I was nothing more than a murderer of my own blood and the love of Kayden's life, a member of their 'cabal' and of course, a witch with claws ready to jeopardize everything in my wake. “It’s me, Kennedy, Brandon, Dwight, and Jord. Jord is the one returning home from the UK.” He said softly. I kept quiet for a few seconds contemplating his words. “I have pretty cool friends huh? Dwight is a famous basketballer. You can g****e him up.” He gloated with a grin and I scoffed.

He has red hair and freckles like sand on the beach. Just like me, he has a slender build and he is really kind to me. Jordan can control time, he can rewind time and make time slow down and stop. The school is teaching him to go back into the past, so he wouldn’t only be able to rewind time by a few minutes. And there's Macmillan, an athlete with blonde hair. Macmillan is from a very wealthy family, sometimes I wonder why he decided to live in a room with us when he can always ask for a room just for himself but instead he decided to stay with three other guys.