Jordan Manning Novels & Stories

Damon ordered lunch while Sienna settled Jordan into a guest room. By the time food arrived, they were all gathered on the sunlit patio, plates stacked high with gourmet sliders, fries, and strawberry lemonade. “So,” Damon asked, biting into a fry, “Sienna says you play basketball?” Jordan nodded proudly. “Point guard. I run the court.” “He’s good,” Sienna added. “Coaches already want him for college scouting.” Jordan shrugged. “Still gotta finish sophomore year first.” “Are you fast?” Damon asked. “Fastest in my league,” Jordan said. “Want to race me?”

~They asked me for drugs, so I told them about your eyes.~ There is an 8 hours time difference between Manchester and Seoul. It was almost 6pm in Seoul, so in Manchester it was 2am. Since it was the weekend and after playing night football with friends Zion came home late. He planned to stay awake at night and watch some pending seasons on Netflix. He took a long and warm shower. It calmed him down as his muscles relaxed under the moderate pressure and warmth of water. It is spring, still nights were cold but his heart was colder.

Jordan glanced at his reflection in the mirror for what felt like the hundredth time, smoothing his hands down the front of his shirt before looking back at his mom. His jaw was tight, nerves etched into every line of his face, shoulders rigid as if he were bracing for a hit he couldn’t see coming. He barely recognized himself—this wasn’t the confident quarterback everyone saw on television, the one who smiled easily for cameras and spoke in clean, rehearsed sound bites. This was a man standing on the edge of something irreversible, about to face the consequences of the worst decision he’d ever made.

He shot the man a raised up eyebrows. " Has it been cracked? " " No boss, They just find out it can only be cracked after three weeks " " What? " Konstantin asked in awe, frowning deeply in anger. He jerk away suddenly, slamming his fist on the wall. His long hair pouring down his face due to the sudden impact. " Three weeks is a very long time to me but I will wait. What will come out of the code is surely a fortune. And as for Maximo Santino, I will kill him tomorrow on the spot where I shot his best friend " He repeated angrily.

Ravens pov Man that was the hottest thing I have ever seen, not to mention the beauty of the woman in front of me, I have been around a lot of gorgeous woman in my life and even fucked a lot of them but none of them came close to this woman. She just turned around like nothing happened and sat down to put her knee high black boots on, like it was the most natural thing to happen. The same guards as before came in again and just shook their heads at the rouge, showing no signs of sympathy for the man dying on the cell floor. "Now how did we know that was going to happen" he chuckled and ordered one of the other guards to take the rouge out of the dungeon, he waited until the hallway was clear

What a joke! "Yo man! Reed! The chief has been calling you!" Jordan" His colleague says to him and he sat properly to look at the man "I know!” He says and the man groans "Oh look, here he comes” They both look up to see the man looking directly at Reed and glaring hard at him

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

God. Landon made me sit on a high stool at the bar - I'm too short for him, he's like 6', Mariano maybe is 6'3, and why is he interrupting my thoughts? - and ordered me a cranberry and vodka. I was underage, but Landon knew the bartender, so it all worked out just fine. I’m not a big drinker, but I do appreciate the occasional booze. Just recreational, nothing wild.

Managing to meet the older man’s eyes, she confirmed that he was addressing her. “My name is Ronald, by the way.” He said. “Meanwhile, don’t be surprised or embarrassed. My grandson here, tells me everything and I equally tell him everything because he is my favorite. You see, your boyfriend here is a wonderful young man. He is intelligent and compassionate-”

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.