Jordan Kent 소설 & 이야기

With Miguel's return to the room, the two could come across two guys standing at his door, one with brown hair in a well-aligned haircut, a shaved beard and standing with his hands in his pockets while the other was talking super excitedly, gesturing a lot. This one had dark blond hair combed back. As Miguel approached the duo, he put his hand on Catherine's shoulder, making her look at him a little scared at first. His hand was warm, and he had to take a step to his side, which made her smell his wonderful scent. It was Miguel's perfume, with a woody odor that matched perfectly with his lumberjack style. The trance in her mind was broken when she heard him introduce her.

"You have a fucking butler, like - Batman! And to top that off... he's British - just like freaking Alfred!" Jesse howled into laughter, he definitely haven't perceived that thought until K put it out. "Baby," he muttered as soon as he stopped guffawing. "I'm no Bruce Wayne, don't worry. My dad definitely isn't, either. He's more like... Jordan Belfort." K twitched her lip into a pout, annoyed that Jesse was making fun of her when she was almost having a mental breakdown because she just learned that her boyfriend shits moneybags.

He looked familiar as well. “You must be Leah.” He smiled, as I stood to attention in front of the sofa. He outstretched his hand as I looked at him confused. “Oh, apologies, where are my manners. I am Jack Carter, Logans father.” I let out a sigh of relief and accepted his hand, shaking it. “Logan is at the office at the moment.” I explained. “I know, I actually came here to see you.” I tilted my head intrigued. “Have you seen the news?”

Jordan was left frozen in place, unable to react for a long time. "How dare you, Jordan? I haven't settled the score with you! Do you know who's the man you've been calling a loser over and over again? He's the Guardian Deity of Biskeland, the famous commander-in-chief of the Pendragon Warriors. He's the legendary King Pendragon That remark stunned Skylar and Jordan as they stood in place, feeling befuddled. Their minds went completely blank.

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.

How was I going to convince him to help me? Jordan lived in a charming little house in a quiet neighborhood, a world away from the glitz and glamour of the Elite Complex. He was a single dad, raising his eight-year-old son, Leo, with a blend of love, patience, and a healthy dose of sarcasm. I rang the doorbell, my heart pounding in my chest. Jordan opened the door, his face lighting up when he saw me. "Kayla! What are you doing here so late?" he asked, pulling me into a hug. "Is everything okay?"

At that exact microsecond, Jordan feels like the entire hall is spinning gleefully around his head like a wild forest carousel. He parts his teeth, about to speak a smooth word to my white shirt, but Harvey Jupiter forcefully butts his heavy chest right into the middle of our circle. "You actually know Master Franklin's name, Jordan?" "Yeah." Jordan happily meets Harvey’s annoyed gaze, his voice dropping into a quiet, whispering frequency as he leans his head closer to his brother's shoulder. "He is the true silver-eyed goddess—the exact supreme warrior that my tongue told you guys about last moon. My claws are going to pursue his heart for my nest."

None of them looked like they had been fighting. One of the warriors jogged toward me. I recognized him. Jordan. He was one of the senior guards, a man with a scar across his chin and a reputation for being unshakable. But right now, he looked uneasy. "My Luna." He bowed quickly. "There has been a mistake." "A mistake? They told me there was a rogue attack."

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?”

"You look stronger. The sickness has started?" I looked at him in shock, my hand unknowingly reaching over to cover my belly. “You knew? You knew that this would happen?” A thin smile spread on his face. It wasn't evil, just full of a wild certainty. "It was always a possibility. A very welcome one." “Who are you?” I managed to say, voicing out the words from my mouth loud, my voice shaking with anger and fear. “My name is Kael. I am the Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack,” he said.