Jordan Walker Fantasy Novels & Stories

Before, she looked and dressed like one but now. I can't lie; the woman is beautiful in her unique way. Tall, slim, and having a badass chick attitude, the guy in here love it. Only when she is off-campus, she's Jordan Walker, but on campus, she's Miss. Walker. I knew her because she was the same age as Ares. They went to the same elementary through high school together, and my brother told me she was one of the guys because she lived with men; four older brothers and a widowed dad.

After Wills came, Silvia persuaded him with a mixture of threats and promises of rewards before instructing Fiona to take him away. Fiona brought Wills along to Carl's villa. The Walkers' bodyguards were on their highest alert as someone attempted to assassinate Violet in the morning. They immediately went forward to stop Fiona and Wills. "I want to see Mr. Walker," Fiona explained her reason for coming and tugged at Wills. "He's Mr. Gibson, Mrs. Walker's neighbor when she was little. He has something important to tell Mrs. Walker." "Okay, go in." The Walkers' bodyguards stared at Wills and concluded that he looked exactly the same as the last time he was here. They immediately called Carl a

Wayne Peters? He has a beard, but his partner is Nicky. They are the parents of Lily. Wayne may look straight because of his manly physics but runs the other way. "I think his name is Jack." Chris continues. Jack Walker. Jordan's dad. Jack has been single since his wife, Jillian, passed away from childbirth with Jordan. I heard from Effie that Jack hardly ever goes on dates and works at his restaurant. But I never would have thought of Jack and Lena. Sure, Lena is also single after her husband died and a workaholic. Shockingly, these two widow people would eventually be hooked up.

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?”

“You look like every bad decision I’ve ever wanted to make.” She didn’t flinch. “And you look like every woman’s post-breakup regret in a leather jacket. His grin stretched wider. “God, you’re even better in person. Let me sit down before I start proposing things I can’t take back.” “So this is the Ryder Jordan. The newly acquired striker for the New York Guardians. World record signing for 200 million dollars. I expected someone taller.” He pouted. “Ha ha, funny, you know I’m tall and I play like a giant too.”

Jordan groaned, giving her the fucking she craved and in his head he imagined the look on Jordan's face when his eighteen-year-old friend saw that he had conquered a woman on par with Faith' perfection to add to their freshly started p**n-themed Onlyfans. Damn, he was fucking a gold mine and he was desperate to mine it! "AHHHH! YES! Ahhh! AHHHH!" she groaned, her cunt quivering around him, and although she was close, she had to put her foot down to the p**n fantasy that Jordan was conducting. "Ahhhhh! I'm your whore, but you can't make me do p**n!" Faith moaned and her words did the unthinkable, it made him completely unhinged.

Jeremy POV: Just like a wind, he run across the field and shoot the ball into the basket as my dearest sister, Jessica Smith, screamed and jumped up immediately. During the match, she wasn't watching where the ball was, but just look at the team leader, James Walker who has a brown hair and amber eyes and when he jumped to shoot the ball his muscular abs showed up and my little sister screamed louder again and again.

We had been practicing new maneuvers with partners, and mine just happened to be the strongest, fastest, and most experienced warrior in the guard. “You’ll catch up to me one day,” Jordan said, patting my back. He was a little older than me, having joined the guard three years before. At twenty-two, he stood at 6’4” with a commanding presence. Everyone assumed that when Christian eventually stepped down, Jordan would take his place as commander. His caramel skin and dark brown hair complemented his amber eyes, which always glowed with a calm clarity—so unlike his wolf. His wolf was massive, with nearly black fur, and one glare from him was enough to freeze anyone in place.

How she wished to have a brother too. Jordan is a really handsome man with the Watson genes. He is one of the hot bachelors in the city who is known for his reputation with different ladies around him as his date all the time. He is playful by heart and never thinks of harming anyone in any way. He is also like her, not interested in the throne but participating in it just because his father is forcing him to.

For all I know, to them, I was nothing more than a murderer of my own blood and the love of Kayden's life, a member of their 'cabal' and of course, a witch with claws ready to jeopardize everything in my wake. “It’s me, Kennedy, Brandon, Dwight, and Jord. Jord is the one returning home from the UK.” He said softly. I kept quiet for a few seconds contemplating his words. “I have pretty cool friends huh? Dwight is a famous basketballer. You can g****e him up.” He gloated with a grin and I scoffed.