Emo Logan Paul Novels & Stories

The next day, Paul and Peter were sitting in their office, staring at Logan, their best friend and trusted Beta. Logan looked at them as if they had gone mad. The connection between the twins and Logan was deep; they had been inseparable since childhood, and the strong bond between them had been evident from an early age. All three were the same age, twenty-six, but Logan was black, with a muscular, well-defined body and intense green eyes. Logan's wolf was called Teo.

I run like the devil is chasing me, but in my opinion, he's right there in front of me, battling with another man I hate only a little less, how fitting that they are father and son. Eligor tosses Abaddon sideways into a tree, the trunk cracking on impact, then he turns, seeing me running towards him, but his attention is quickly drawn behind me and that's when I feel the teeth dig deeply into my leg. The pain of the bone splintering is nothing compared to the raging agony still inside me from losing Cain, but it appears to anger Eligor as he howls, leaps over a wolf until he's beside me and shifts, clamping a human hand around the neck of his son who immediately releases me.

"Tanner's already here he's in my office." I follow Marcus to his office and I see the gorgeous boy sat on the couch in his regular clothes. He has a good fashion sense, he's wearing a crop top and baggy jeans so I can see his taunt stomach. "Hey I'm Logan, how are you feeling about your first night?" I ask him, signing and speaking so Marcus understands what I'm saying. "Holy fuck you're hot," Tanner signs and I raise my eyebrows in surprise. Confident. I like a confident boy.

Rule 10: Your wife (and kids) will definitely exercise you. I snort. Yeah. These are rules I can live with. Forever. The door suddenly flies open like it’s been kicked by the devil himself, and Logan storms in looking like someone just told him the apocalypse got rescheduled for today. His face is almost the same color as the orchid on his chest. He runs straight for the bathroom, bends over the toilet, and makes a few heroic attempts at vomiting his soul out. Nothing comes up except a couple of miserable dry gags.

“But there’s more to me than this.” I barked out another laugh. “Right. The famous Logan Black. Star hockey player. Face of every second billboard downtown. I’ve seen the posters, Logan, and the magazine covers. That’s all you’ve ever been.” If he was fazed, he didn’t show it. Not one crack. Not even a tiny splinter in that polished exterior of his. He just moved past me, picked up his glass again, and took a sip like we weren’t standing in the middle of a minefield.

“That’s ridiculous.” “Is it?” The room spun. Logan. Liam. A past partnership? I never knew. And Sasha’s grin widened—she knew she’d struck something. But I didn’t back down. “Nice try, Sasha,” I said smoothly. “But that little story won’t derail me. Liam and I are real. And Logan can keep barking.” The interview ended with applause again—but inside, I was boiling. On my way home I decided to scroll through the social media chaos exploding online, I saw it.

“But Ember, I don’t want to worry you. I’ve got everything under—” “Knox Volkov.” He sighs with a small eye roll and pecks my lips. “You’re so stubborn.” “Speak.” “Logan gave us a forty-eight hour ultimatum.” He says it with a dry, almost bored delivery, like he’s reporting the weather. “Return Gale or he starts the apocalypse. His words were more dramatic, but that’s the gist.” “What is that supposed to mean? What apocalypse?”

Since Logan was so eager to play the devoted son, I decided to help him live up to the role. I planted a rumor that there was a way to get Pauline out of prison. Logan, desperate, took the bait without a second thought. Every asset he fought to strip from me in the divorce? They flowed right back into my hands through the trap I set. Next, I packaged a little gift—a video recording that would bury him. Then I hired a hacker to drop it into his company's group chat. Within hours, the video spread like wildfire. Logan was fired on the spot for "damaging the company's reputation."

I just stared at him, my hands clenching at my sides. “What part of everything is real?” I asked, my voice low but sharp. Logan didn’t look surprised by my question. “The part where I brought you to my pack,” he said. “Up to the part of the party…” He paused, his jaw tightening. “…where apparently someone had one single job,” Logan said, his voice hardening, “but went ahead and created a scandal instead.” He turned his head slightly, his glare locking onto Liam like a blade. I followed his gaze, my heart thudding.

Hart said, turning his attention to Logan, “what do you do?” Logan wiped his mouth politely. “I’m into the oil and gas sector and own a couple of oil wells around the country.” Mr. Hart’s eyebrows lifted slightly. “That’s impressive. That means you're a very busy young man.” “Yes, sir.” “And that’s how you met my daughter?” Melody cleared her throat quickly.Mrs. Hart jumped in. “Water, anyone? More water?” Mr. Hart waved her off. “No, no. I’m listening.”