Jordan Silver Novels & Stories

As tears flowed through his deep blue eyes, he folded his fingers and pulled his hand down. His messy hair was shining in the moonlight. Silver was rather short for a 15-year-old boy, 4 ft. 3 inches. He also had a distinct but small scar just above his left eyebrow. He was wearing a black T-shirt with a bird symbol on the back and grey pants. A black bracelet with a single glass-like white stone encircled his left wrist. His name was Silver, just like his hair.

Jordan replied, methodically undoing the buttons of his coat and rolling up his shirt sleeves. A piece of iron was heating up to a red glow nearby. Realizing what he was about to do, Neve's face drained of color. "Wait... don't do anything crazy! I've got money, loads of it. Let me go, and I can make you rich beyond your wildest dreams!" She rambled on, listing off all the enticing offers she could think of. Jordan was unfazed, his grip steady on the tweezers as he lifted a sliver of metal. "Let's start with this," he said coolly.

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?”

“Although, if Elaine is behind another scheme, I reserve the right to reconsider that lesson.” Jordan laughed quietly before his expression became serious again. “Just promise me you won't let Silverclaw pull you backward. You've worked too hard to become the woman you are now, and I don't want revenge taking that away from you.” I squeezed his hand gently. “I'm not going backward. If Elaine is innocent, I'll accept it. If she's lying, I'll expose her. But I'm not going to destroy myself just because she once destroyed the life I thought I had.”