Norman Jayden Novels & Stories

I nodded. Now that Ray had pointed it out, I noticed that one of the boys had evenly short hair, while the other had slightly longer hair on top than on the sides. “Hey, I’m Rob,” said the other, the one with the shaved sides. “Come eat,” Mrs. Julie called, and Jenny appeared in the living room. She looked stunning, wearing one of Amber’s tailored outfits. She smiled at me and tapped her nose playfully as everyone settled around the table. “Hey, Jay,” Ray said over the clinking of cutlery. “We heard you didn’t treat Janie well.” He looked at me seriously. “What are your intentions now?”

“You’re calling the cops?” “No, I’m calling an ambulance. You said there are children. They need medical attention, we can report the accident later. Write down your details, please.” He handed me a black notebook. The front is embossed with gold lettering. Greyson Elliot. Slack-jawed, I glanced at the notebook, then cast my gaze over the God before me. It can’t be? It’s not possible. He has Greyson’s eyes but nothing else. Greyson Elliot is a scrawny, acne-ridden geek and dirt poor. And I haven’t laid eyes on him in a decade.

Laughter and gossip filled the air which were sweet and sharp and hard to ignore. Hope paused her breath when she spotted a tall, lean figure walking past the lockers, his jersey tied around his waist, books in hand. Jayden Stone. She knew him right away. He was the boy from the news and Rosewood’s social media. He looked even better in real life, with smooth brown skin, sharp cheekbones, and dreadlocks that moved as he walked. Students moved aside when he came close. He didn’t ask for space, but people gave it to him.

"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.

He smiled: "Yeah. It’s boring, isn’t it?" I looked at him carefully. His hair was shiny brown, and his eyes were warm brown. His features were closer to a human’s even his build and height made me feel like I was standing with another human here. We sat on one of the benches. He said: "I’m Jayden." "Iris." And just like that… the conversation began. We talked about studies, about life here, about simple things but he was… different. Normal. I didn’t feel afraid with him, not even from his gaze.

Just silent whispers. “What on earth is he doing here?” Zarina tapped me, pinching me like I damn knew the answer to all her questions. “You brought us here, remember,” I whispered to her ear. Jayden was different. Different in a good way. His brown hair curled all over his face. He was definitely prepared for this event the way his jaws looked so neatly shaved and well-dressed. I could swear that he was going to leave here with a lady tonight. He looked so perfect.

"Anyway, you probably heard that I left Colliding With Orpheus..." "Yeah, I did. What happened Jay?" "TJ wanted to be the new drummer so I let him and last I heard, they have a new vocalist now. Anyway it was nice catching up with you, Maddie. I really have to go now...I guess I'll see you around then." With that, Jayden said goodbye to me and the rest of The Decadence of The Fallen before heading for the exit. I watched him go as I smiled to myself. He was still the same old Jayden I knew, a really nice guy who always took things in stride.

The runes flared brightly. “I am Jayden Fenros,” he said, voice ringing across the mountains. “Son of Ardan and Lira. Alpha of the Northern Pack. I claim the right of the Flamebound Throne not for power, but for peace. Not for war, but to end it. I stand for the wolves of every border, for the daughter born under prophecy, and for the mate I never stopped loving.” He turned slightly, his eyes landing on Ivy. “I stand for the future.” The stone beneath his feet cracked slightly—not with destruction, but with release. A beam of light shot into the sky, piercing the clouds. Wolves bowed. Even the elders, one by one, lowered their heads.

Me : OMG , you are in love Jordan : What ? My bad , I didn't even introduce myself . I go by the name Jayden Reign and my brother who is a priest and have never dated before is in love with a form one kid . An abomination itself but the love story seems interesting so join me in this journey so that we can see how the story unfolds . What do you think guys ?Am l just assuming things by saying that Jordan is in love ..?

"This is too strange! And you, who exactly are you?" "I am your twin brother. My name is Jayden Varin Jeremiah XI," said the man calmly. He looked at the man behind him. "He is Denzel Sadrin, our grandfather's personal assistant." The man named Denzel nodded his head respectfully to me. I massaged my forehead. My head suddenly felt sore, because of all the strange information that came at once. "Mr Jayden, whoever you are, I think you should just leave before I call the police," I said fiercely. "I didn't believe all your words. This is too strange!"