Logan And Rory Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Do you know your boss's wife is a man?” “Shut up. You're so talkative and annoying. I would rather not hear any more from you.” Following the outburst, Logan returned his headphones, increased the volume, and then closed his eyes. The man frowned. Obviously, he was dissatisfied with the result. He fell into thoughts for a few minutes before he closed his eyes. _____ Rory frowned and stared at the pregnancy kit in her hand. She touched her flat belly with a frown. It turns out that this is how it will end.

Thorne’s P.O.V I snapped my fingers and a rush of liquid was emptied on Rory or whatever his real name was. He jerked awake immediately, gasping as he was drenched by the liquid. His eyes turned red immediately, then all of a sudden, he froze as fear replaced the rage in his eyes. His lower lip wobbled. “W-What is this? This…this…this…isn't water…” He stammered. Folding my hands behind me, my lips lifted in a smirk as I bobbed my head. “Yes, it isn't water…” I leaned forward, taking the full weight of his gaze. “It’s fuel”

I showed Jace. He nodded. “Come on.” We walked, still quickly, still with dignity, toward Pine and 4th. Rory was waiting by a car with the kind of casual stance that screamed I am not casual. He was wearing his disguise glasses again, like they were a personality trait. Micah stood beside him, hands in his hoodie pockets, scanning the street like a security camera with feelings. Rory’s face lit up when he saw us. “THE LOVERS RETURN.” Jace’s ears turned pink immediately. “Rory.”

Mocked Raputra. Indeed, Logan and Raputra are not old friends, they have only met a few times, but because of their almost have the same background, and almost the same way of speaking…they feel close. "Then what do you call, you lover, babe, sweety?" Logan replied, he is back enjoying his fried rice. "I'm even more curious about your wife..." "You don't have to be curious, just marry another girl yourself... so you don't get confused." Logan replied, grinning.

“You were something.” Rowan’s voice was quieter, but firmer. “You were born for it.” Heat surged in my chest again. I ducked my head, hoping they couldn’t see how red my face was. They’re flirting, Liora whispered wickedly. Do you know what they’d do if you climbed onto that counter right now? I choked on air. Zander frowned instantly. “Rory?” “I’m fine!” I squeaked, grabbing the nearest glass of water and practically drowning myself with it.

A deep connection was forming now, and I never wanted this moment to end. "Our babies will be stunning," Rory spoke about our future pups "They will have your beautiful red hair and pale skin, and my bravery and confidence to rule the pack one day," a gentle smile formed on his lips, I had never seen him like this before, but I liked it. I said nothing, I wanted to hear Rory talk about our future some more. "They will be well behaved and respectful, unlike that little shit kid of Theo Warren's," he paused as his words spoke cold "I don't know how you managed to put up with her, annoying brat,"

"Precisely." "Oh, god." Breaking Lyon’s concentration was becoming Logan’s favorite pastime, especially when the man’s sensitive heat was involved. "Why didn't you join the Frost, then?" Logan moved his tongue a fraction higher, teasing the very edge of the strategist's heat. "Deduce it. I’ll provide a more substantial reward if you’re correct." "Damn it, Logan." Lyon was squirming under every rhythmic flick of the Alpha’s tongue. "I can’t... I can’t actually formulate a logical thought right now. Just state your case." He groaned. "State your case and you can have whatever you want."

My voice feels too heavy to come out of my mouth to defend myself and I know it will be in vain anyway. “My brother and you do quite some nasty business on Thursday and I’m not even talking about sex,” Loraine adds. The grey marbled floor seems the most interesting thing in the whole world right now. Wait, she just called Logan her brother? I snap my eyes at the siblings who are now standing next to each other as Logan passes her a pleading look. The same black wavy hair, the dark almond-shaped eyes, the round lips, and the same lousy minds. I should not have missed this before.

But the fire surged, and for one heartbeat, I saw it—two Rories in my mind. One, the girl I used to be, bonded, scarred, still fighting for love. The other, a wolf made of silver and black fire, grinning like it already owned me. “Rory!” Kael’s shout ripped me back to reality. I turned just in time to see a shadow beast slam him to the ground, its claws digging into his armor. “Kael!”

"Drink the fucking water, Lily, I don't have time for this. The next time I'll ask you won't be in a nice way." I tried to reply to him but my voice came out hoarsely and not audible. My throat felt like something was scratching against it and I held it in pain. Logan held my neck, forced my mouth open and poured the water in my mouth. "Being stubborn won't help you survive, rouge." He spat. "How about you pick a struggle, huh?" I said, forcing the words out of my mouth. "This moment, I'm Lily, the next I'm just a rogue. Are you confused on what to pick?"