Jordan Rings Novels & Stories

Liam nervously entered the house, he could barely feel his legs, one he knew he was in trouble because he had taken longer than he had thought he would, he didn't know picking a ring would take so long. All he had thought was that he would just go to any ring shop like he had done the first time and just grab anything that comes into sight but he had been so wrong, finding the perfect ring for himself and Jordan within such a short time had been hard, he couldn't just settle for anything, he wanted something that was simple and meaningful, he had to ask the ring seller to help him get something simple yet elegant.

A sand bag and other boxing equipment hung off to the side but I barely noticed, my sole attention was on the person who stood right in the middle of the ring, conversing with a guy who was obviously a trainer, while wrapping tape around her knuckles slowly. Someone I had been searching for for weeks. My eyes glazed over her, from her hair that had grown to shoulder level but was now in a ponytail, to the black sports bra that stretched across her perfect breasts, to her flat abdomen to those tiny workout shorts that threatened to make me go crazy. What was she doing here? And dressed so sexily? “There’s your Cinderella dude” I heard Seth say before letting out an ironic scoff “and you thoug

Jordan got mad and didn't mind whether the poor kids were being used. His claws were lethal to anyone coming to a closer radius. In a short while Jordan stood there undefeated but guilty. Upon noticing whatever he planned wasn't working, Flame tried to teleport but couldn't. Frustrated, he charged back to Jordan, determined to finish him.

She was up to no good. Oliver Jones was a gentle middle-aged man. From the moment Cordelia entered, he had his eyes on the ring she wore. He had been staring. “It’s your lucky day, Cordelia!” Karine smirked. “Although Mr. Jones is a businessman, he’s quite the expert in jewelry appraisal. He’s also a permanent member of the Jewelry Association. Many jewelry stores hired him for appraisal. Hah! Mr. Jones’s eyes are as powerful as the precision instrument. With a glance, he can tell whether a piece of jewelry is authentic!

“It doesn’t make any s—" "The ring that gave you the power of immortality is rightfully yours, I will say that. And even though that’s a whole other problem in itself, I’ll tell you something that neither Erica—” “You know Erica?” “Nor Remy told you. All the rings are interconnected. They always have been. Something other than chance drew the eight of you together. but the second you chose the leave the realms of the 9th, the scale was tipped, but like always, it found a way to bring you back.”

Just then, footsteps sounded at the door–it was Jordan. Jennifer gave him a cold look. "They all went to see the doctor. You should go too. I'll watch over Grandpa." "I came here for you." Jordan approached her. "I have something to tell you." Jennifer replied coldly, "I have nothing to say to you. This is Grandpa's ward, so you'd better watch your tongue." Jordan's gaze fell on the diamond ring on her left ring finger. His eyes narrowed and he grabbed her wrist angrily. "What's this? Did Maxwell give this to you?"

There is a reason why there is only one way to get to the Diamond Realm—the portal from the Crescent Moon Pack—a reason that I found out by mistake when I once heard Jordan’s parents talk about it. Being the King or Queen of the Diamond Realm is more of a curse than a blessing. Jordan shrugs and sits across from me. “Who knows? Rain….” He slides his hand across the cold surface of the desk, his fingers brushing against mine. I jerk my hand away and put it on my lap.

The fingers remained in her center, making weak circular movements, stretching them, massaging the walls of her flower. Jade reluctantly opened her eyes, watching as Jordan took the candle from her table and placed it on a shelf at the side. Her mind swam. Whether they were alone or in Company, whether anyone was watching them didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was the urge, the heat between her legs.

“North had her eye on Reina’s rings, so she tried to take them! She’s done this a dozen times!” “How are you so sure those rings are Ms. Reina’s, Mr. Jordan?” Bryan Jordan said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, “Why would a daughter of mine lack a pair of rings? She could have anything she ever wanted, so why would she need to lie?” He was convinced the rings were Reina’s because as far as he knew, a Jordan heiress never needed to debase herself over a ring. “You can enable your wife and stand by, but I’m a father, and I can’t do the same!”

said Hazel. “Don’t you think you are putting too much on their shoulders?” said Renata. “They got rid of Yoshiro, an asshole. I think they can get rid of the auction ring, just like Batman,” said Hazel. “I do hope they are as rich as Batman and have a Commissioner Gordon working for them. I really wish they shut down such a heinous ring,” said Renata. “Me too,” said Sameeksha. “Me three,” said Hazel. “Me four.