Norman Jayden Novels & Stories

“Since mine and Duke’s rooms were the only ones with space, we made a bet.” I blink. “A bet?” “Yeah.” He glares at me like this entire situation is personally my fault. “I didn’t think they’d actually put her in my room.” Her. Not even you. Rude. “My name is Jayden. I'm the hockey captain,” he adds like that explains everything. I stare at him blankly. “…Congratulations?” His jaw tightens. Okay, maybe mocking the giant hockey player isn’t the smartest survival instinct, but he started it.

"But you can't deny what you did in the past." Jayden was speechless, thinking, 'Yes, I am deceived, but I am the one who couldn't distinguish the truth from false claims. My behaviors toward Sydney were excessive. I really did many bad things, but I am not forced by Lyra.' Hearing no voice, Sydney flicked her nails and uttered, "What? You admit it?" "Hmm." Jayden nodded. He was only seventeen years old, but he was one meter ninety centimeters tall and two centimeters taller than Julien.

🎋🎋🎋🎋 Jayden Mansion Jayden kept on smiling, staring at the profile on his computer. He had been researching the guy he met at the supermarket the other day. It had been three weeks, and he finally got him. "Alex Holt," he mumbled. "Age twenty-five, straight guy, works in a clubhouse named Blung. An orphan and a school dropout. Interesting...". His phone buzzed; it was a message from Sia.

' He ordered a water. "Yes, my best friend!" Jayden looked relieved but took a long sip from his glass. Slowly we warmed up to each other and talked about all sorts of things. He talked about his life since the band became more famous, that there was a lot of downsides and listened intently to me when I talked about my last four months in Australia. I now knew more about this beautiful young man who could make my heart race with just a small smile. Jayden is 20, mainly plays drums in the band, but can also play many other instruments such as guitar and piano and even supports Craig in singing. He told me that he never wanted to be in this band, but a friend of Craig's left a year ago to star

I thought he was different from the others who treated me ill, but he turned out to be the same as them. Why? Why did he have to ruin this? I was starting to get used to having him around. I was starting to believe that he was a nice human being, the best after Zara, but it turned out that I was wrong. Jayden is nothing like Zara. He betrayed me. He denied me. I held tightly to Annie and Ronnie, clutching them tightly against my chest as if that would change the pain building up there. "Then why was she in your cottage?" Someone asked in response to Jayden's denial. "Haven't you been frequenting this place in the past few weeks?"

“Seriously Cayden, will you tell us what is happening?” “That was the former Alpha of River Ash Pack, Jayden West.” Cayden says with a sigh. “He is friends with my family.” He begins to explain. “Not important Cay.” I interrupt. “What is important is why he was calling. And you are killing us making us wait.” Evelyn smirks with a shake of her head as Aiden looks at me “You not think he could have told you by now if you hadn’t interrupted?” “Do you want me to tell you or not?” Cayden asks giving us all a dirty look.

“Where are you going?” “Shit,”Ethan curses under his breath. He takes a breath, composing himself, then turns around. “Duncan, I need to speak with James.” The man in the doorway is shorter than Ethan, and has blond hair scraped into a bun. He’s wearing a blue tartan kilt—so he’s not one of Ethan’s clan. He grins, then gestures behind him. “Come inside,” he says. Ethan pauses for a beat before he sighs. He heads back toward the door, his hand still clasped around mine.

She had already pulled the relevant coverage and organized it by outlet and timestamp, which was Jade operating at her baseline, which was exceptional. Aiden Norman. Standing outside what appeared to be a modest apartment block in a part of the city that was not where he used to live and would not have been where he chose to live seven months ago. Plain jacket. No tie. Hair slightly less composed than his usual presentation. Carrying a grocery bag from an ordinary supermarket with the particular self-consciousness of someone who knew they were being photographed and was trying to look like they didn't know they were being photographed. The caption read: Sources close to Norman say the former

“Aliyah Norman. That woman really got on my nerves.” “What did she do?” Alphonse had always been curious. Whatever Aliyah did, it was enough to make Aiden’s father chase him out and disown him. Paul had always loved and doted on his son, so for him to suddenly throw him out and cut him off… Aliyah must have played a good game. “Boss!” A boy ran in, excited—overjoyed that the first person Aiden asked for was him. Jaden, a tall nineteen-year-old with golden hair, stood by the door, sweaty like he’d just come out of a boxing ring.

His sharp and handsome face was covered with dirt, while his glassed eyes had a bit of droplets on them. He’s wearing working clothes. Was he the one who cleaned my family’s graves? “You know me? You looked familiar…” I’m positive I know who he was. It felt like his name was at the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t make words of it. “I’m so glad you’re back, Miss Elena. I’m Jayden. Jayden Lawrence.” Lawrence? My eyes widened, and a wide smile curved on my lips. “You’re Jayden? Wow, you looked different! Better even!” I praised him, very glad to meet him again.