Emo Logan Paul Novels & Stories

His hands were still shaking. This couldn’t happen again. He would not let that boy break his control. His phone buzzed on the desk. A new message from an unknown number. Damon Vale: Did I make the big bad CEO hard on my first day? I can still taste your eyes on my ass. Let me know if you need help with that “stress relief,” Sir. Logan’s spent cock twitched again in his pants. He deleted the message instantly, but the words burned behind his eyes. Six months. He was already fucked.

“Oh? Do you know each other?” Luke hesitated, glancing at Logan before replying. “Actually, Logan and I have been working together on a project. It’s still early days, but promising.” Logan tilted his head, his expression unreadable. “Yes, Luke’s company may be small,” he said, his tone measured, “but the business acumen and professionalism are impressive. I’m optimistic that with the right resources, they’ll exceed expectations. I’ve encouraged Luke to focus all his efforts on this project.”

Asked Logan casually. Kevin turned his gaze towards Paula, who was frozen. Without permission from Paula, Kevin put Paula's things into Paula's bag, then Kevin pulled Paula's hand to leave here. "Don't run away from me! You coward!" Said Logan, intending to prevent Kevin. "I'll never run away from you!" Said Kevin with his sharp eyes. And... BRAK !! Logan's body was thrown backwards, when Kevin kicked him hard. Paula put on a panicked face, because Logan fainted on the spot.

"Forget it!" Logan laughed loudly, he felt satisfied playing with Angel until the woman looked annoyed with him. There was no way Logan didn't know how to use a weapon, he even graduated from the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst, England in 2014 with the rank of Second Lieutenant. At that time he was 19 years old. And when Logan met Angel for the first time after his graduation. Logan was also busy pursuing his education at University King's College, London with a Bachelor of Business degree during that time Logan's life was spent studying and only studying until he completed his Doctorate at Harvard University.

His voice sounded menacing, even enraged. “Yes, Dad. This is Logan. He was 12 at the time of the attack and managed to help Emma and your future daughter-in-law escape with their lives. He’s spent the last dozen years a prisoner who’s been horrifically abused by his father.” I said softly, eyeing my dad closely and hoping my tone conveyed the proper warning.

He was adjusting his cuffs, unbothered like he hadn’t just been publicly pulled into a headline. Before I could respond, the reporter pushed further. “I mean, we know you were with Jake Matthews for years, and now you are hand-in-hand with the CEO of Regals Enterprises... This feels like more than a PR appearance. Is it safe to say you're officially a couple?” Logan stepped forward smoothly, placing one hand lightly on my back. “Well, we’re certainly not here to hide,” he said with a charming smile, but his eyes were unreadable. I tilted my head, letting a smile touch my lips. “Some things,” I said, locking eyes with the reporter, “are better seen than explained.”

“If this doesn't stop, I’ll never be able to leave this apartment. Megan called me—the whole design house knows. I can't go in tomorrow.” Logan’s eyes turned cold and dark. “Stay here. Take a few days. It’s safer behind these walls.” Logan didn't go to the Pierce Compound the next day. He stayed with me, keeping the screens dark and the curtains drawn. He didn't want me to see the poison being spewed online. Meanwhile, Emani was lounging in her mountain villa, scrolling through the chaos with a smug grin. She wasn't sick at all. She was perfectly healthy, enjoying the fruits of her manipulation.

The boy was finally sleeping peacefully in a bed bigger than Valeriana’s entire kitchen. Valeriana walked back into the living room. Logan was standing by the window, a glass of water in his hand. He looked like a king in a lonely castle. "He’s going to be okay," she said. Logan turned around. "Good. Because tomorrow, the real work starts." "What do you mean?" "I’m calling a press conference," Logan said, his eyes glowing with a dangerous fire. "I’m going to announce that I have a son. I’m going to name you as my partner. If we go public, Silas can't touch you without the whole world seeing."

"How important is your work that you have to be alone with a man late at night?" What was he implying? Emily frowned. Logan pointed at Grace and said sternly, "Show her the photos." Grace still pretended to be gentle. "Dear, don't be angry. Emily is a sensible girl. Maybe it's just a misunderstanding." "I hope it's a misunderstanding," Logan slapped the table. "Emily, what exactly is your job?" "I'm a makeup artist," she replied. "A makeup artist for celebrities, specializing in makeup and styling." "For male celebrities?" "...Yes."

He smiled and began eating his food. It was Tamales. He loved the amazing taste of Tamales, it always brought back old happy memories. "I didn't know what to buy so I got something I was craving do you like it?" She asked breaking his train of thoughts. "Yeah it's great." * "It's nice to see you again Xavier." Logan Paul a chubby man with big belly spoke the moment he caught sight of the figure walking towards him. "You haven't changed Logan." Lord Xavier smirked and helped himself to a chair opposite Logan's while his bodyguards stood behind him.