Emo Logan Paul Novels & Stories

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.”

Logan? "What the fuck?!"

“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."

But Logan? Logan was the best.

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.

His cold voice echoed in my ears but I remained quiet, trying to gather my thoughts. "Was..... Is it true?" I stammered, fighting back my tears. Logan paused and lifted his brow to glare at me. "What nonsense are you talking about?" He snapped, his fine chiseled jawline clenching in irritation. I gulped hard and slowly lifted my phone, "Harper.... The internet." I had barely completed my words when Logan let out a mocking chuckle. "Yes, it's on the internet. Do you have a problem with the news?"

while he fucked me raw on these same sheets. “Jesus fucking Christ,” I gasped, hands flying up to cover my mouth. What the hell had I done? Rhea what did you fucking do? Last night was supposed to be my engagement party. To Sebastian. His godson. And instead I let Logan Draegor—cold, ruthless, terrifying Logan Draegor—destroy me in the best and worst way possible. I let him come inside me. Multiple times. I begged for it.