Logan And Rory Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Logan scowled and spat, "You couldn't even give me a son. My mother said a few words, and you ran off, sulking all these years? Letting the Rice family's bloodline roam the streets—if you're not ashamed, I damn sure am." I let out a sharp, icy laugh. So that was it—he thought my son was Lily. But Lily had died long ago, in a hospital that was supposed to save lives. She was barely a hundred days old when her own father drained her of blood. I'd been just one wall away, forced by Logan to wait for my poor Lily's death. What right did he have to speak her name? Even the sight of him felt like bad luck. Swallowing the fire in my chest, I turned to leave.

I inquired, seeking confirmation. Logan hesitated, his fingers running through his hair as he struggled to articulate his feelings. "I don't know, Ryder. But there's something about her that feels different, unlike any other girl. I feel... possessive over her. It's hard to explain, but I genuinely want her all to myself," he stammered, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. This was a side of Logan Mancini that I had never witnessed before. "Don't worry, Logan. You'll figure it out, just as Alex did. The key is to be honest with her and have an open conversation before it's too late," I advised, offering a supportive nod.

“Maybe you should stop being so stubborn. ”I didn’t know what came over me, but in that moment, everything felt different. The laughter, the drinks, the teasing—it all melted away. It was just me and Logan, and the air between us felt thick. Then, in a sudden burst of bravery, Logan reached out and grabbed my hand. “Raleigh,” he said softly, “you’re not as bad as you pretend to be.”I blinked, my heart racing. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Before I could think of anything else to say, Logan leaned in even closer.

My heart is pounding in my ears and I can't even hear my own thoughts clearly. This was a bad idea. A bad idea. "Hunt," I said softly, rubbing my thumb against his hand. "I don't know what to say," he said. "So now you're with the rogues and you believe everything they say." "Hunt, I think they can help me. I'm not saying I believe them. They said they aren't the only rogues in the area. They just stuck together because they are hybrid and they've been kicked out from their old packs."

Sike and Nessa were closer to the entrance, like they always were, ready to run if something came. Just a dream. The same dream. The one I had been having for as long as I could remember. I wiped the sweat off my face and tried to slow my breathing. It never got easier. Every time I saw that woman fall, every time I heard that little girl scream, I woke up feeling like I had been the one hit by that arrow. . . . My name is Lila. I am twenty years old, and I have been a rogue my whole life.

“Hey, Loric. Only I can call my boyfriend beautiful. Remember that. He’s the most beautiful guy and soon i will make him my mate.” “Rylan!” Eli smacked his chest, frowning. “You can’t talk to Loric like that.” Rylan sighed and gave me a reluctant glance. “Fine. Sorry, junior.” But even his apology felt heavy. “Come on, Loric,” Eli said suddenly, his smile lighting up the room again. “Let’s go eat something.” I nodded without hesitation.

This has to be the busiest two weeks of my life. But it’s all done. Logan has been doing so much research, and I’ve been doing so much work that we’ve barely said a word to each other all this time. It’s all worth it, though, because soon we’ll be strong enough to confront Shannon and begin to take back what’s rightfully mine. “Very good, Miss Ambrose,” he says after we’ve gone over everything once more. “You can rest now.”

The one I used? ANYA: (nodded positively) Yup. LOGAN: (held his throat) Oh My God, I'm getting shorter...I'm I getting hairs like rodents....Oh, I think I just got kind of browny...I'm growing hairs (Anya laughs at his act) ANYA: Stop the act already (laughs) LOGAN: You mean nothing is happening to me? ANYA: No (Laughs) LOGAN: Okay, so what happens now? ANYA: Since Rosie got the revelation and I've gotten this, we proceed to the next and final level

"You actually look good holding a cigarette while staring like that. You look like a total villain who's ready to ruin people's lives—which happens to be my favorite thing to watch. You know those trending shows on social media? You look just like the leads. The 'Cold, Billionaire Husband!'" Rue knit his brows slightly at her teasing, but he didn't avert his gaze from the camera. A low grunt escaped his throat, though he noticeably let Rory get away with her flirting and banter. "You really don't know when to shut your mouth, do you?" Rue responded coldly, walking back into his room. "Why would I close my mouth? Are you scared you'll fall for me too much before we even step foot on the islan

I inquired, seeking confirmation. Logan hesitated, his fingers running through his hair as he struggled to articulate his feelings. "I don't know, Ryder. But there's something about her that feels different, unlike any other girl. I feel... possessive over her. It's hard to explain, but I genuinely want her all to myself," he stammered, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. This was a side of Logan Mancini that I had never witnessed before. "Don't worry, Logan. You'll figure it out, just as Alex did. The key is to be honest with her and have an open conversation before it's too late," I advised, offering a supportive nod.