Novel & Cerita Emo Logan Paul

You will forever be in my heart. Logan X

The crowd might investigate his identity, and the fact that he was an heir of the Pearces would be made public knowledge. Logan could only deny the allegations right now. "What are you talking about, miss? I'm afraid I don't understand," said Logan drily as he received the microphone. "Trying to play dumb, are we? Tell everyone who you are in the presence of all these important people!" Paige demanded. "Mr. Graham mentioned my name. If you didn't hear him, then I'll repeat it. My name is Erasmus Larson." "If you're Erasmus Larson, which company do you own?" Paige wanted to make Logan expose himself. The people who attended the gathering were renowned members of the society.

Logan says. "Can we not talk about love and that night, please? I am still trying to figure out what is going on. I do not remember why I suppressed all those memories about my grandfather and only remembered those that I wanted to remember. I don't even know what love is anymore, and I don't want to talk about that feeling. For years, I thought I was in love with Roman. Now I don't even feel anything for him. When I look at him, I can't even stand him. I came back to get revenge, which I still want, but I also came back here to figure out what I was feeling for Roman and if it was a true feeling. I do not believe that you are in love with me. You don't have to pretend to be in love with me,

He complained with a smile on his face. Logan and Levi turned around to see their brother- in-law, Paul Loudon who was now the senator looking at them with different kinds of emotions in his eyes. He was a loving and caring husband and Logan and Levi had great respect for him. It was because of him that Logan was alive all these years.

I whispered back, glaring at her. Great! Now we’re going to get fired, because of her stupidity! I was mentally yelling angry as hell, thinking we were gonna end up in the street once again. “Logan, you didn’t mention we have guests,” A blonde, gorgeous girl with similar features as Logan’s spoke, smiling at us while she sat next to a handsome man, her arm tangled with his.

I wrinkled my nose at their answers. "So, what're your thoughts? Darien…" June pointed to the creep himself as he laughed with some guys from the cabin he’s in charge of. " Marcus…" she smirked, pointing to Marcus, who was tuning a guitar. "Or the ever-mysterious Mister Logan,” she sighed, pointing to Logan. I'm sure if this was a cartoon, my jaw would have comically hit the ground. Logan had taken off his shirt while he swung an ax, chopping firewood. Thick dark brown hairs covered Logan’s chest just as I had glimpsed this morning.

I've never seen anything like it. Who was this Logan DeAngelo?

He nodded in understanding and went to his father’s room while Rome went back downstairs. “Hi, Ophelia!”Logan enunciates waving at Ophelia but she only replies to him with a glare. I guess you live up to your reputation after all, but you can never be as beautiful as my Sophia. Logan ridiculed. She is prettier than Sophia, Also you can deceive everyone and not me, You just spent two years in the army and you ran away for a good three years with Sophia right? Mr. Sinclair scoffed. “F..a..th..er… you caught me Logan said stammering.

I*******m loaded, and there he was—Logan Pierce, live from what looked like our favorite coffee spot, the one we always tagged in couple posts. The viewer count ticked up: 47,000… 52,000… climbing fast. He looked rough but composed—dark circles under his eyes, hair messy like he’d run his hands through it a hundred times. The chat scrolled wildly. “Hey everyone,” Logan started, voice heavy. “I know things have been blowing up online. The last few days have been hell. I didn’t want to do this, but I have to set the record straight. For my mental health. For the truth.”

“Bob. His name's Bob. I guess you don't know Noah's or my last names?” “If I didn't know his first name, how the heck am I supposed to know your last names?” she reasoned with him. His grin got bigger. “Why, are you guys famous or something?” “Or something,” Noah said, handing “Bob” his completed Angel's Tit. Two more men entered the man cave, getting past Hawaiian-shirt Dean with a nod. Logan, tall and slender with messy honey-colored curls patted him on the shoulder. Jack recognized the second man with a groan. It was Paul the lawyer. Jack was going to have to ask why in the hell Logan had brought the obnoxious man with him to the party.