Comic Book Logan Novelas e Histórias

I take a blade and slit my wrist. I feel so much pain. But it was nothing in comparison with my pain. The blood started to flow from my hand and dye the water red. This red is the color of my freedom, freedom from all this pain. A tear flow from my eyes and a smile form on my face. You will not have to fight anymore I say to myself. and I was lost in darkness. Logan’s P.O.V. I was sitting sadly in my bed. What have I done? I know I wanted to hurt her and make her feel my suffering.

Pool. Logan: o_o! Me: lol. Logan: So......u are wearing a swimsuit?? Me: curious? Logan: not really...can I see? I smiled and set my camera, extending my arm above me, pulling on a sexy pose of me, revealing my bikini outfit along with my scars which Logan doesn't mind. When he saw this, I squeezed my cleavage to get the extra points and snapped a shot. Once I sent it to Logan immediately, he replied before I could put down my phone, and I laughed.

If I should tell this strange person we are mates, he's probably going to kill me instantly. “You know, Logan has never brought any rogues back home, he killed them right on the spot but you're quite different and I want to know why. Why didn't he just kill you like the rest, huh?” He chuckled maniacally. “I don't know what you're talking about.” I said, my voice breaking. “I have no idea about what you're trying to say.” “Oh, I'm sure you do. I know you're mates with Logan. I could see it in your eyes and you don't have to deny it.” He laughed out then stopped abruptly.

Also, how did the guards allow a foreigner to roam around the borders for so long without informing anyone? “Where is he from?” “He is a rogue Alpha.” “I see” Logan hummed getting up, he flipped his hair out of his face revealing his slashed eyebrow and then he rested his hands on his waist like a posing model. Gosh this man was a handsome creation “Kill him.” He ordered turning around to leave and I couldn’t help but feel anger, is that the only thing he knows? Killing? A handsome ruthless creation.

"Then let me kiss you again." "No." "What is the matter, Logan? You seem different after you came back from there. Did something happen back there that's making you act like this? You can tell me all about it," I said, holding his hand. "I killed people back there. I'm not the same person you knew anymore," Logan said. "What the hell are you talking about? Of course, you are the same person," I shake my head. He must be being dramatic because he has been through a lot today. "Just get some sleep, and we will talk about it tomorrow."

And then he saw it a figure cloaked in city uniform, watching him from the rooftop above. Logan stepped back into the shadows just as the first shot rang out. Not a bullet. A tranquilizer dart. He yanked it from the wall and snarled. Someone wasn’t hunting just rogue wolves anymore. They were hunting him. He bolted, disappearing into the alleys, and when he turned the next corner he found himself face-to-face with someone he thought had died long ago. Lucian. Damian’s brother. Alive. And very much changed. Scarred. Wild. Smiling.

What Kay remembered most were the look in his mysterious blue eyes. "Isn't that Kay's hot guy?" Kim asked after seeing the man's face. Kyra snapped her fingers. "Exactly. And you will be surprised by the profile." Kyra's index finger slides the screen until it moves up and shows who Logan really is. His full name is Logan Angelo Moretti. When Kay and Kim read the next information, they both suddenly gasped. Logan is not someone to be underestimated. That man is the leader of a large mafia in Sicily named Zephyr.

"Not a letter bomb, that much I can promise you." Logan pulled the envelope towards him and opened it, then he took out a bulk of pictures. The first one showed a familiar warehouse where a man was tied to a chair, and as he kept looking at more images, they showed clearly how injured the man was, his face was battered beyond recognition and he had a bullet in his forehead. The next one after that was a black car with tinted windows, and then there was a picture that was still as clear as daylight in his mind, the day MJ was almost hit by a car while trying to get away from him.

Why would a high-blood mate travel all this distance to beg the master of Pierce Holdings for sanctuary? "Your spirit demands my protection, yet your hands can offer zero actionable intelligence to advance my vanguard. My strategy loathes engaging in high-risk territorial ventures for zero return. While my internal wolf harbors genuine pity for the miserable condition of your mating bond, there exists absolute zero move my forces can execute based on words alone. I calculate that what your position truly requires is a master pack lawyer to contest the separation scrolls, not my military hand." Logan operates as a pure territory businessman at his core. If his character functioned as the type

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 Logan I stood there with my blood boiling as this guy who I had no damn idea who he was, stared back at me with a stupid smile on his face. He extended an arm out to me, making my jaw clench, but my son was here. I wasn't going to make a scene in front of him. "So, you're the infamous Logan? Nice to meet you, man." He says smiling.