Norman Jayden Novels & Stories

What woke him up wasn’t the touch of the soft sunlight nor the kiss of Jayden Daion, his long-term crush of 10 years but pain. That was the first thing he felt. It surged through his bones like a deadly beast, devouring his very soul. His chest ached as if someone had crushed his ribs beneath a heavy stone. His breathing was more uneven and his head spun violently the moment he opened his eyes. The room was lavishly decorated with golden curtains all over with a touch of a crystal chandelier which hanged a little above the bed. The atmosphere felt more sophisticated with the scent of an expensive pheromone incense which lingered away in the air.

Jaden straightened his body, making way for their eyes to meet, Kaiden creased his eyebrows, waiting for Jayden to confirm his identity, not wanting to believe himself, his grip on his sword sheath, ready to take his life immediately. Gayden clenched his fist with certainty, returning to his blazing blue eyes, also placing his fist on the sheath of his sword, preparing to stop Kayden's revolution the moment he recognized his questionable identity. Gayden clenched his fist with certainty, returning to his blazing blue eyes, also placing his fist on the sheath of his sword, preparing to stop Kayden's revolution the moment he recognized his questionable identity. "Jayden, my name is Jayden, it'

"You are very weak." Through my vague vision, I can see the concern in his eyes. I blink so that I can see him. Even after blinking all the tears, I still cannot make out who he is. "Who...who are you?" I manage to speak through pain, exhaustion, and confusion, my voice barely a whisper. He smiles softly, his blue eyes radiating with warmth. "My name is Jayden. Jayden Burrows." I continue staring in awe. Is that brief intro supposed to stamp down my curiosity and answer all my questions?

"It's definitely nothing " "It's something " "Good lord, I feel stuck. Come save me" Then my phone rang.. "One minute " I grabbed my phone from the table and stepped aside.. "Hello Donald, good morning " "Good morning beautiful woman. How was your night? "Worst night ever". "What happened? Did Jayden try to force himself on you? "He wouldn't dare. No. Far from that, Jayden collapsed and became unconscious. He didn't wake up until this morning. We had to bring the doctor ".

She tilts her head innocently, though I suspect that her grabbing my hand was no mistake. The vision I had from her felt different, though, like it wasn't old and dusty. It felt fresh, new. As if it isn't the past. Had I just seen a glimpse of Eamonn's future? "I'm Jayden," They shake, "Looks like we'll be neighbors." Nancy nods and looks up at the apartment, "Yes, seems so. I apologize in advance for the noise. I two young ones that are quite noisy."

He had only let her go because of the position of her father in the park but the next time she would crossed her lines again he was not going to spare her. ༺♡༻ Later in the afternoon Jayden was sitting on a sofa chair in the mini parlor in his room as he signed some documents on table. There were documents that needed to be sighed from his company. Apart from being the Alpha of the Werewolves, Jayden was also an infamous Ceo of the Quinn's company.

the man remarked and Jayden clenched his fists, while forcing out a smile. He had no idea who the man was, but if there was one thing he knew, it was the fact that he already hated him. Without responding to the man, he slipped in beside Zendaya as he wanted to make a point. “Jayden, this is my friend, Anil, we were classmates while in college. Anil, this is Jayden Gerano,” Zendaya introduced. No wonder he didn't recognize the man. “It's a pleasure to meet you,” the man extended his hand and Jayden looked at it, not willing to take it. That was until Zendaya pinched him under the table.

“Well, technically, I paid someone to do it. But what’s the difference, right?” More laughter. My blood ran cold. They’re laughing. They all think this is funny. I forced myself to smile, but it felt thin, brittle. My stomach turned. Beside me, Damon’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t react otherwise. Not here. Not yet. --- Then came Jayden. I blinked twice to make sure I was seeing right. He wasn’t a man. He was a boy. A child. Maybe thirteen. Fourteen at most. His dark curls fell into his face, and he lounged in his velvet chair like a miniature king, snapping his fingers for servants.

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.

EPILOGUE THREE YEARS LATER JAYDEN DMIEN’S HOME, NEW YORK. Jayden stared at the W******p media that was sent to him on his phone. They included pictures and videos of Jaylen playing around with his daughter named Ramaya. His niece is an adorable young girl that lights up every where. Most times he is forced to indulge in a video call with the family because she always cries about wanting to speak with him.