Novel & Cerita Logan Days Of Future Past

As despair settled over me, Zeke pressed a few buttons on his phone, deleting my contact information along with every trace of our past. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I could only watch as it all disappeared. And then, as if erasing me wasn't enough, he discarded his phone, got down on one knee before Brooke, and pulled out a ring. "Brooke Fuller, the past is nothing but dust in the wind. Right now, I only want you to be my wife. Will you marry me?" Dust in the wind? I let out a bitter smile. I could tell it didn't hurt anymore.

Future says, and pulls me to the chair she was sitting on earlier. “No, I'm fine,” I tell Future. “Let me at least curl your hair,” Future begs. “Okay, fine, but no makeup,” I say, and she nods. I sit still as she combs my hair and curls it at the end. She takes out a lip gloss and before I can protest, she puts it on my lips. Once she's done, I look at the mirror. The lip gloss she used is nude. She slips in her red heels. Jesus! She is pregnant and still wears heels.

"We hurt now to say sorry tomorrow. We hate to give our love tomorrow. We work in present in hopes to live tomorrow. To only realize one day that the today we spent thinking about tomorrow's will never come again. And the tomorrow we have left everything on,may never become today." . . Logan's pov I stare at the most powerful figure in our werewolf kingdom with head held high. His eyes pools of coldness while mine are ice. Emotionless and unreadable to an onlooker.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Just let me know where to meet you.” Logan immediately placed his hands on my shoulders, forcing me to look into his eyes. “You’re safe with me. I promise. Sorry about Mason. He was just being a dick.” I gave Logan a look, raising my eyebrows, and he amended, “Excuse me. He was being a jerk.” “Are you sure that it’s not too late to do this?” I asked. It was pitch black outside and well after midnight. “We’re musicians, remember?” Logan said with a smile. “It’s never too late for us. We play all night and sleep all morning.”

Alpha Logan got to the front of the throne and bowed his head before uttering, "Why are the future Luna and her mother on their knees, your highness?" The Alpha couldn't say anything because it was a disgusting thing to say that the future Luna, ran out from her room half naked with the excuse that something was itching her at her back. How he wished it never happened but he could not turn back the hands of time. Logan saw how displeased the Alpha was to discuss what the diva did with him and was so happy that he got his revenge but his happiness was not completed when the Alpha said she should be whipped 100 strokes in his secret prison.

"Since you understand why I don't sing in front of people." "I'm sorry," I whispered, feeling upset. "Shhh...baby girl," Logan picked me up and placed me on his lap as he cradled me like a child. I didn't push back and nestled myself into his chest. "I used to sing to Niana and play the guitar at the park or the beach. It's just a long time since I played." "You shouldn't play then if it hurts you that much." I trail my finger on his shirt. "I want to move on and play again, but for you," I looked up as our eyes made contact. "The past is history, the present is a gift, and the future is a mystery."

Seven days before my wedding, I discover that my stepsister Harper Brooks' wedding invitation lists the same groom as mine—Jeffrey Sullivan. At first, I assume the printing company has made a mistake. So, I take the invitations to my mom to ask what's going on. Before I can knock, I overhear her talking to Harper through the door. "Marry Jeffrey first. Once the baby's born and everything's settled, he'll go back to Barbara. She owes you her life. Letting you marry him first is the least she can do." Tears stream down Harper's cheeks. "But what about Barbara?" Mom sighs, then says matter-of-factly, "They've been together for 12 years. One piece of paper isn't going to change much. But

They even needed to pick out suits for the groomsmen and dresses for the bridal party. I frowned immediately, and Catherine caught it. She crossed her arms and shot me an impatient look. "Bella Brown, are you that unwilling to do a little work?" Every time she was upset, she'd call me by my full name. In the past, I'd always swallowed it, telling myself she was my younger sister. But this time, I didn't feel like giving in. I answered flatly, "I have work tomorrow. I don't have time." It was an excuse, but also the truth.

For fuck's sake. I march towards the front door, and one of them scrambles to intercept me. "Who are you?" he demands, puffing himself up like he can intimidate me. "I'm Future Alpha Grey. Who are you?" The guy frowns, a sneer curling his lip. "Future Alpha Grey is already inside. I asked you who you were," he snarls. I step closer, into his space. "I'm the future Alpha. Lincoln Grey. My brother Logan is not the future Alpha. He never was."

indeed my son," said Khanza quietly. "My son and yours. Our son who lived two hundred years ago. " "HUH?!" “Remember my question the other day? About the two kingdoms? And you explain everything? It's your kingdom, Zo. Kingdom of someone named Kenzo. Kenzo and his wife, Khanza. They have a child. The boy managed to escape the attacks of Dharma and his soldiers, both humans and evil beings. Remember Ven? The ghost that always follows me? She is my younger brother in a past life. And big bro Keanu, he is a direct descendant of the Kenzo and Khanza of the past. " All of these explanations were so sudden, that it made Kenzo go crazy. The guy stared a