Logan And Rory Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Rory asked, eager for an answer. "Oh yes, sure. He also defended our kingdom from many external Invaders and even those terrible vampires". "Huh! Vampires?", Rory screamed, terrified. Logan looked at her,"shhhh, child, stop making noise, we're in the forests. "That doesn't concern me!",blurted Rory,"I hate vampi…!". She had barely finished talking when there was a sudden rush of breeze in the woods and "voom", Rory was gone with the wind. "Rory!!!!", Logan screamed in fear, he ran around,not knowing what to do, then he paused and tried to calm down and think, his adrenaline still pumping. He followed her scent and did a deep breathing exercise.

Paul was there on the other side of the aisle, and they smiled lovingly at one another. Rory groaned when I forcefully removed that dream from her head. If I could, I would erase that mutt from her life completely, but it’s up to Rory to do that. Darkness followed that vision, and she stood under the shadow of the forest. Dark clouds loomed over the already dark canopy, giving only an almost silhouette of Rory’s beautiful face. Surprisingly, I was included in her dreams this time. She held my hand; the warmth from her palms as she twined our hands together rushed through my body as if it was real.

At that point, Rory finally realized what would happen and lunged at Frank, grabbing his leg and bawling, "I-I'm so sorry, Fra—I mean, Mr. Lawrence! Please, I'm Draconia's top singer! I can't do this… I'll join Lanecorp! I'll work for you! Please!" Still, seeing that Frank was unmoved, Rory turned to Noel. "Please, Noel! I know I made a mistake… Can't you let this slide? I won't ever do it again. Never, ever…" Noel actually felt for Rory, though that was when Frank asked quietly, "Ms. York, if Rory was in your place, do you think she would hold back?" And with those words, he turned and left. Noel appeared troubled, but Frank's question crushed the last ounce of sympathy she felt for Rory.

Even Rory had more idea of the mission than I did and she was yet to acknowledge my presence in the vehicle. They seemed engrossed with each other which was infuriating. She was leaning on the window, revealing her bosom which Lorenz was staring at, lust evident in his eyes. She seemed to be enjoying the attention too. I shifted in my seat and finally they noticed I was there. ‘’This is Raven,’’ Lorenz said, glancing at me before returning his gaze upon his damsel. She smiled brightly, and bowed her head slightly. ‘’It is a pleasure to meet you, Raven. I am Rory. I have heard so much about you.’’

“I would chain myself with you.” Dark Kael sneered. “Weak.” I turned to him. “You are my shadow, not my master.” “And she is becoming mine.” Rory flinched. I stepped in front of her. “She chooses her fate. Not you.” “And you think she’ll choose light?” “I think she’ll choose love.” Rory’s voice shook, weak and fierce at once. “What if they are not the same?” My heart cracked. “Then I will love both.”

While on his table two people could sleep easily, mine is just big enough to keep all your documents and files on. “Yes, I really do think that you do”, Logan turns around, dark anger burning in his eyes. “Well, you’re wrong. Cancel this shit, I won’t go”, I spit back. Logan rushes up to me, slamming his hand onto the table. I can feel his hot breath on my face from the sudden closeness. “Listen here Lori, I am being nice here. You will go on this cursed honeymoon with your husband and you will fulfil your duties as his wife or I will tell father of your disobedience”, he growls and shit it hurts.

Lorkan's is wavy, Logan's hair is curly, and Landon's hair is straight. But despite their differences, I know that they care for one another. For three years I've witnessed how they watch each other's back whenever problems arrive. Moments later, Logan's eyes found me so I waved my hand to greet him. He then left the trainees and jogged toward me. "Hey, ma chérie! What brings you here?" Logan asked while showing his perfect set of teeth. "The Alpha asked me to look for your brother Lorkan," I told him.

"Isabella, who is this?" Logan stepped into the center of the small room, his eyes scanning Rohan’s massive frame and the soot-stained clothes he was wearing. A faint, unreadable smile touched Logan's lips. "Funny how much you've changed, Rohan. You look like the Alpha our father always wanted you to be." Rohan’s brow furrowed deeply, his arms crossing over his chest as he took a step closer, analyzing the man's scent. "Do I know you? Have we met somewhere before?"

Logan had replied with a subtle hint in his voice. That was a few hours ago, after Louve had stormed off angrily. Right now Logan was in the library, alone. He had gone through every single book in the library and nothing was even remotely pointing towards anything to do with rogue pack tattoos. He was tired and frustrated and, most of all, sad.

Rory rolls his eye, but still smile, “Mi dispiace di essere uno stupido moccioso (I'm sorry for being a stupid brat,) I don't know what to do now.” “You can start by not dying, can you do that?” He nods, and a small smile forms at the corner of Keenan's mouth, “I love you.” “I know you do,” he replies, and Rory's hand ruffles his hair. “Why did God have to make you a man?” he teases with his sense of humour Keenan always refer to as ridiculous. Keenan slaps his hand away from his hair, Rory always finds a way to ruin a good moment. “So a man whore like you would never have a chance.” and Keenan gives him the usual reply.