In a trance, I enter my room and lean against the door. What just happened? I'm not sure why Logan did that. What made him kiss me? Technically, it isn't a kiss, but you get the idea, don't you?
Memories of what happened on the balcony a few days ago resurfaced in my mind. I was in the same boat back then. Why does he always put me in it? I despise him. I despise him for causing me to feel this way. This is not acceptable. He kisses me while his ex-girlfriend, who will soon become his girlfriend, is two doors away. He's just fooling around with you, Karrie. This is not something you should fall for.
As I consider what I should do, I straighten my back. I should disregard him. Yes, ignoring his entire presence is preferable. I decided to vent my rage on the person who had put me in this situation. I scanned the bed, expecting to see Scarlet in deep sleep, but instead found it empty. What happened to her last night's sleep? Is she with Patrick?
I shake my
The leaves fell to theground, adorning the streets and sidewalks with their vibrant gold and red hues. Through the glass window of Logan's sleek black Audi A4, as he slowly weaves through New York traffic, I watch the trees dance in the autumn breeze. The small world inside this car, the world that only consists of me and Logan, is packed with a tense and dull atmosphere, in contrast to the calm and happy spirit that followed the world outside the car. I haven't said anything to him except nod when he asked if he could drop me off at University because I was running late this morning. I would have taken a ride with Scarlet if she hadn't had to leave with Patrick so early this morning. I'm not angry with Logan for yesterday's prank; I believe I showed my displeasure by slapping him, but I've decided that from now on, it's better to give him the cold shoulder because Natasha's words kept nagging at me the entire time. 'You don't even have a right to b
Logan’s POV The starlight clothruns all the way across the ceiling of the massive room, which was the assembly hall back in our high school days, and the LED uplighters attached at the bottom of the four walls enclosing the room to create a dramatic effect, taking this ‘High School Reunion 2014' to the next level. I stare blankly at the blue lagoon in my hand, attempting to erase the image of Karolia from my mind. I recall her stunned expression when she saw me in a black satin tuxedo, and the way her eyes followed me discreetly as I left for the party with Natasha. It had been two hours since the reunion began, and I couldn't concentrate on anything because of a brown-eyed girl who kept passing through my mind. Her expression of surprise when I threw her in the pool the day before was amusing. To say she was enraged would be an understatement. But I've always liked her feral expression. When she is angry, her ears turn bright re
It’s not the years we count, it’s the days we spent with them Hammering, Banging, Pummeling, you name it. All of those things are happening to me at the same time. I groaned loudly before opening my eyes, but I winced immediately when the harsh rays of sunlight hit my cornea. I sat up straight, my hand on my pounding head, and blinked my eyes repeatedly until my blurry vision became clear. When I realized I was back in my room at Watson Mansion, I looked around the room and frowned in confusion. What the hell is going on? I don't remember much from the night before, other than getting dressed up to go to the pub to fulfill Scarlet's request and taking shots with her. My stomach began to clench and my legs began to shake. I jumped up with wobbly legs and dashed to the bathroom. I puked after hurling my head into the toilet, emptying the contents of my stomach. I flushed the toilet after wiping away my tears, and thenwashe
A/N: (Warning) This chapter will confuse you as we had tried to deliver the scenes from two different sides in the third pov. Also, many things are not revealed. But don’t worry, everything will be explained in the upcoming chapters clearly. Now, enjoy the chapter Third POV Rain fell from the grey sky, providing relief to the parched earth. The water splashed as the Range Rover skidded to a halt in front of Watson Mansion. Logan rushed out of the car, ignoring the crisp air and the pelting raindrops because his heart was aflame with an unknown fire. Karolia Kingston sparked a fire inLogan Watson. “Karolia!” Logan yelled as soon as his feet touched the living room's marble floor. He knew she wouldn't be at home, but what if she was playing with him? he wondered. His deep voice, which kept calling her name, echoed throughout the large house. The sound of footsteps awoke in him a se
Logan’s POV: I stare at the worn-out wooden door in front of me, its edges cracked and rusted. The birds circled in the air, breaking the silence of this desolate landscape. Rosche's rail yard was closed down in 2013 due to a construction flaw, which resulted in several injuries and deaths. Since then, no one has bothered to rebuild the site, and it is now the main area where some unlicensed activities take place. Tightly gripping my suitcase, I took a step back and kicked the door repeatedly until it finally gave way, landing with a loud thud on the ground. As I stepped on the fallen door and entered the house, dust particles flew all around me. The narrow passage was dark, with an obnoxious odor and burned cigarettes littering the filthy floor. Before someone came into view, I heard footsteps echoing through the crumbling walls. The person appeared surprised to see me, and he checked his phone before looking at me for a second as if
Have you ever had the sensation of being hit on the head with various types of hammers? Right now, I'm experiencing that sensation, and let me tell you, it's like walking barefoot on a chunk of burning coal. As the hammering became louder, I moaned in agony and clutched my left ear. When the pain subsided, I slowly opened my eyes to the blinding white light. I blinked a few times and squeezed my eyes shut. I reopened them and took a look around. I was in a strange white room. A long horizontal blind hung over my head on the wall to my right. There was an obnoxious beeping sound nearby, and my hands were all twisted up with tubes. I guess I didn't die. By the way, what day is it? “Pssst...Hey,” I frowned, perplexed when I heard an unfamiliar voice from somewhere. “Over here, to your left,” said the same unidentified voice. I slowly turned my head to the left, where I saw a bed similar to mine and a man sitting on it with a fractured arm and ba
"Attack" "Attack" "Attack" " As I ran through the streets of New York, five men, two wearing masks and three holding bombs, chased after me, chanting the word "Attack." Hot tears streamed from my eyes, and the white sundress I was wearing was soaked in my blood, almost making the fabric appear to be dyed red. I tripped over a stone and lost my footing, landing with a loud thud on the ground. I looked helplessly back to those men standing a foot away, unable to get back on my feet in time. I closed my eyes as one of them pulled out their pistol and prepared to shoot me. I couldn't feel anything despite hearing the sound of a gunshot. There is no discomfort. My eyes opened to see a woman dead on the ground in front of me, blood trickling down from the wound in her chest caused by the bullet. I sobbed loudly while clutching the motionless figure in my trembling hands. Grecia was the one who took the bullet for me.
A/N: A lot to take in in this chapter about Logan's past, so read leisurely. “When I was younger, everyone said I was a carbon copy of my father, both in appearance and size. My memories of him are hazy at best. But I'll never forget his proud smile when I came home with a trophy I won in a school game” a soft smile played on his lips, making me smile as well. We were sitting on a white bench on the patio, which was decorated with various plant varieties. The rain has stopped for an hour, but the sky remains grey and dull, much like our mood. Logan fiddled with his coffee cup as he reflected on his experiences. “Father founded Watson Enterprise, but it was not as large as it is now. When my father died in an accident when I was ten, we had to hand over the company to Gregory, my mother's brother, who was already running a manufacturing business. But, seeing my mother's helplessness and vulnerability in the aftermath of my fathe