Jordan Silver Novels & Stories

I could already imagine Jordan locking my ankles into those, keeping me wide open for whatever he wanted to do. “This is a set of glass wands,” Jordan went on, pointing to some objects placed on a velvet-lined shelf, sleek, twisted and in different sizes. They looked cold and smooth, perfect for sliding inside when the heat got too much. I stepped closer, touching them, already imagining them being used on me. A pair of shiny silver spheres of weighted Ben wa balls sat in a little box. Jordan picked them up, letting them clack together. "These stay inside you all day," he murmured. "Every time you walk, you'll feel me."

"It hurts." "No, no, no." I caught her as she crumpled. Lowered her to the floor. "Silver, stay with me. Stay with me, okay?" Javier had shot Silver, she was in my hands bleeding.

My mouth gaped open, eyes fastened on them in utter disbelief, and hands clutched firmly to the edge of the long mahogany dining table. I couldn't believe what was about to happen. Mother was marrying me off to a Jordan? This has to be the biggest nightmare of my life. The Jordans are the largest brand of jewellery makers in Canada. They take pride in their collections because they produce the best diamond collection for jewelry lovers. Though the best jewellery brand, they are also known for their ruthless way of dealing with anyone who stands in the way to more fortune. The name - Jordan - was a formidable name on the lips of Canadian citizens.

"Mr. Silver?" Arabella stood up from her chair, looking confused as she was baffled about what someone like Leonardo Silver is doing in this cafe and also his behaviour towards her. "What exactly are you trying to do, Mr. Silver?" Viola, watching everything like an audience, couldn't help but think, "Leonardo Silver, he's quite handsome," but she kept that thought to herself and decided to take a stand for Arabella, "What’s going on, Mr. Silver?"

Her voice was steady, but Leonardo's eyes narrowed, his gaze burning with concern. "Don't ever do that again," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "You can't just stand there and let her hurt you." Silver's expression softened, and she reached out to touch Leonardo's arm. "I'm fine. I promise. I know when to stop." But Leonardo's worry didn't dissipate. He knew Silver was strong, but he also knew Jade was a wild card, an unpredictable force that could strike at any moment. Most especially when the controller of the weapon was close by.

But a way for both to exist within the rhythm of the world. ​The New Covenant ​Leo stood up, holding the amber seed aloft. ​"We are not Miller Global!" Leo roared, his voice bouncing off the shattered glass of the Iron Peak. "We are not the Iron Trust! And we are not the Rogues of the past! We are the Silverwood!"

Jordan A perfectly disoriented Quincy is worth trading grands to get in the front view row. His eyes are blown out in complete perplexity. They are electric, a charged mixture of amassed horniness. His silenced fractured gasp added to his pulchritude. “Jordan, the fuck are you up doing?”

He is Winsor Sloth Silver, who are the rest? Cyro chuckled, >No Kitten, I’m Wrath Cyro Silver, it’s easier to say Wrath is my second name, that’s why Dante introduced us like that but Dante is Sloth Winsor Silver, Koda is Lust Liir Silver, Kane is Gluttony Yaira Silver, Valentino is Envy Zevulun Silver, Orion is Pride Hael Silver, Mateo is Greed Accius Silver.< Phoenix looked at Cyro blankly. Half of what he said didn’t register, but he didn’t want his mate to know this and asked, >Why Silver?<

Damien answered with a smile. "That's sweet." Damien let out a short laugh, "Don't get fooled by Silver. He might behave in a goofy way but that's because he wants the person to let their guard down in front of him. Silver is the one who does not forgive easily." With a frown, I looked at the fountain outside. The rays of the sun were dancing in the water and the loud chirping of the birds was bringing music to the garden as they danced here and there. The scene was bringing joy to my heart. It was great not to be surrounded by the same walls.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.