Novel & Cerita Logan Fell

I blushed, adding the last sentence. Logan stood up and strode over to me, there was a slight limp on his left side. He stood in front of me, looking down. I tried to look menacing but my shortness was not working in my favor. But to my surprise, Logan got down on one knee and took my hands in his.

*** ‘Sir, as you ordered, I drove Miss Jansen back to the office,’ Terence reported, entering the manor. He found Logan standing by the window, a cigarette between his slender fingers, exhaling wisps of smoke. Logan remained silent, his gaze fixed on the blooming garden outside. Terence stood still, waiting for instructions. After what felt like an eternity, Logan broke the silence with a question. ‘Terence, do you think I’m attractive?’ The usually eloquent assistant, caught entirely off guard, stammered out a reply, ‘Um, I-I’m s-sure you are very handsome, sir, but I—’

You will forever be in my heart. Logan X

“Since we are in the middle of peace talks, I’ll go easy on you. Admit that you instigated the attack unprovoked on Alyssa. Dump this water over yourself and we’ll continue with our day as if this didn’t happen. “You have no proof, Rogue,” she demanded. “Really,” Kalen said and nodded to Jack, who took the bag of ice and added some of it to the bucket of water. “If you don’t admit your guilt, then I will keep adding more.” “You can’t do this,” Lena insisted. “I’m the Crimson Fang luna.” Kalen laughed as he added more ice. “No, I know the luna of Crimson Fang and it’s not you. You’re a leech who attached herself to a self proclaimed alpha, nothing more. Now, admit your guilt or we’ll keep goi

The robust goon stood staring down at us and he was giggling audibly. Logan regained his consciousness. He veered and stared at us. Blood from his head trickled to his ears. He patted his head and groaned. He was aghast seeing my blouse torn and my flat stomach and bust disclosed. He clamped his fists and gnashed his jaw. He glimpsed the goon licking my stomach and his tongue spanning towards my chest. He scrambled over to us and he hurled a hard kick at the goon. The goon tumbled off me. He tossed on the slope of the rooftop like a ball, he was out of control and he rolled off the edge plummeting in the air and he plopped to the ground.

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

Scott glared from behind Logan, he was so annoyed by the grinning face and shameless words from Mr Brown. Logan snarled “Roseline was my mother-in-law! She was Olive’s mom and that’s my business!” Maggie cut in sharply “But we all know that you don’t love Olive!” This made Logan widen his eyes as he gushed out “What?” His face twisted, and his eyes shrieked a little. His heart turned cold for a brief moment, his ears turned red. Wondering how come they knew! Mr Brown Anderson picked up from there as he said with a cheeky smile on his face “We know that you only got married to Olive because of the rumor of you being a supposed Gay!” His words came sharp, irking Logan.

The glass reflected his broad shoulders, his suit fitting him like armor. "I want everything! Roasted boar, spiced fowl, a thick steak... I can't decide!" I sounded like a pup, and I didn't care. Logan laughed, a rare, beautiful sound. "I’ll be there in thirty minutes. Don't start the hunt without me." Logan hung up, but he couldn't return to his scrolls. He’d heard the whispers earlier that Brooke had been replaced, and he’d been ready to level the building to fix it. Knowing she’d won on her own merit made his chest swell with a fierce, protective pride.

Dregen’s P.O.V “Hey, Dregen. I heard that there’s a new shipment of blood vessels at this auction. What do you think of buying one for yourself, huh?” Logan asked with a mischievous smile whilst driving. Logan was my very good friend and also my work colleague. A notorious playboy, he was known to be a silver-tongued fox amongst the ladies. “No. We are only going to the auction to buy a gift for Lora. Nothing else.”

Logan, with his undeniable aura of charisma, looked incredibly hot. Known for his stylish flair and effortlessly cool outfits, Logan had a penchant for simple yet sophisticated pieces that perfectly echoed his laid-back personality and innate sense of good taste. On this particular evening, he opted for a grey relaxed-fit T-shirt, a choice that effortlessly projected a casual yet put-together appearance, perfectly aligning with his easy going demeanour. The shirt clung to his frame, subtly emphasising the contours of his veiny arms, a glimpse of his toned physique that added an extra layer of allure.