Jordan Poole Parents Novels & Stories

"Yes, I'm sure. Jordan is still young and he's just starting to explore things. He might accidentally reveal his abilities, because he doesn't know what he's capable of or to what extent. I'm worried, honey. We have to protect him." "Yes, yes, okay, I understand. We'll take him to Madam Sarena tomorrow night," Xander said. He shuddered. "How could we have given birth to an enigmatic child?" Jordan shook his head. "The Moon Goddess blesses us." In the bathroom, Jordan looked up from his toys and stared at Mr. Riordan. "Grandpa, do you miss Grandma? Do you want me to take you meet her?" Mr. Riordan felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

Paul grinned. "Mom is a full-time grandma to Sonya's kids. She's busier now than she ever was when she worked in an office." "Tell me about her kids." "A girl and a boy. Jordan, who is eight and Walt, who is five." "Jordan and Walt? Is Sonya a basketball fan or something?" "Her husband is. Lucas. He's a good guy. They're all great, actually, Sonya's family. I miss them." "Where are they?"

Theo "Theo, your mother told me about the affair you are having with a girl that's no match to our standard; marry Jordan, and we grow in other aspects; you can pay her off for the damage ." father said to me at the party, and I was losing my patience. "Father, I will not marry her." I pointed at Jordan, who looked angry when she returned from the bathroom. "Son, we are your parents; we can't make the wrong decision for you; Kyle marries Clara, you my son marries Jordan, balanced equation," Mom added.

"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.

Jordan said and got out of the car, not giving any other chance to the driver, to cover up his mistake. **** Jordan entered his cabin and sat on the chair. He was working when his phone rang. He looked at the caller id showing his mother. He picked it up. “Hi Mom, what’s going on?” “Son, I have something important to tell you. I have found a perfect girl. I met her a few years ago and she is lovely. Her mother was my friend from high school so I know I can trust her” “Okay Mom, but does she know that I have a son?” “Yes, she already knows and she has no problem with it as she herself loves kids a lot. She also works in an NGO for kids, she would be a perfect mother for our Abram.” Mrs. Alves

“We can’t wait to see what you’ve been up to.” “I bought tickets for my entire bridge group,” my mom said proudly. “You did?” I asked. “You didn’t have to do that.” “Yes I did. I’m very proud of you. So what if I want to show you off a bit?” “We’re both proud of you,” my dad added in. I was already feeling better about the whole Zoom meeting fiasco. My parents had a way of taking my mind off all my problems. “Hey, while I have you, love,” my dad said, his face suddenly becoming serious. “We wanted to ask if you’ve heard anything about Jordyn’s grandfather?”

"Jordan, oh, thank God!" Mr. Hawkins followed, his eyes red-rimmed. "My son!” He leaned in to hold his shoulders firmly, a somber smile appearing on his lips. “ We were so worried about you." By now, Jordan's glowing eyes had disappeared. His eyes now softened as he gazed at his parents. "Mom... Dad..." Mrs. Hawkins hugged him tightly. "We thought we lost you." Jordan's voice cracked. "I'm okay, Mom. I'm okay." Mr. Hawkins's expression turned stern. "What happened, son? You need to attest to the testimonies in court. That Silversmith girl did this, didn't she!?” He demanded. But his wife's teary eyes shot at him. “Not now, Drake!”

To think about it, Jordan's parent never actually came home just like he said and even his dad, he never mentioned Jordan as his son, in fact he had a different family. It occured to me that instant that rubbing off his family's wealth and supposed happiness on him would have hurt him the same way it would hurt if someone rubbed mine off me. He was also going through the same thing, even worse, at least none of my parent has a second family.

“Please, just put her in the grade she is supposed to be in.” Yes, Jordan is very smart, but I won't be allowing her to skip any class. She is a kid, and she will be one for as long as she is supposed to be. The headmistress is disappointed in my reply, but she smiles and accepts it. “Jordan Bloodton…” her eyebrows moves together. “That's such a special surname. The Bloodton family is a very special one.” “I don't know them.” I interrupt with a smile. “We aren't from here and Jordan's father, he is from overseas. He is late now and his family's name is very old. She is not related to the Bloodton family of Moonclaw.”

he called, the usual politeness in his voice seemed to be missing. Jordan jolted upright, running his fingers through his hair. “What’s this about Alfred?” Kaden came out, unphased by his tone. Leaning casually against the door, waiting for Alfred to state his business. “I have been trying to contact you for a while now. I sent emails, messages and phone calls. Your parents are in town and they are not particularly happy with the stunt you pulled at Master Jordan’s family house.” “It’s my house, and I have no complaints.” Jordan hissed, coming to Kaden’s rescue immediately.