Logan Fell Novels & Stories

His gaze wandered down my body, still bare beneath his crumpled sheets, and lingered there like he was carving another memory to stow away for later. I pushed myself up on my elbows, tucking the sheet under my arms in some pathetic attempt at modesty. “Oh, loads,” I drawled, deadpan. “Definitely one for the scrapbook. Right next to the time I stepped on a rusty nail and almost lost a toe.” Logan’s laughter cracked through the silence, rich and warm and infuriating. “That right there,” he said, pointing at me with his glass, “is another thing I like about you.”

Best if he spared her the pain of witnessing it. Lennox stormed out of the blacksmith shop, clearly aware that he was too late. Brock stepped out of the doorway of the stables. Jonathan St. Laurent, one of Lennox's friends, was the first to see him. He whistled sharply with his fingers, drawing the attention of the others. Within seconds, Brock was surrounded by the League of Rogues. "Youbloody bastard!" Lennox bellowed and dove at Brock, slamming him against the outside wall of the stable. He grunted as the air was forced from his lungs. Brock was beginning to wonder if every encounter with Lennox was going to end in a fight from now on.

Logan suggested. Continuing their conversation, Logan eventually says, “I have to leave now; you know my yearly routine.” William said, "Remember, Dad, you need to be careful; you're not getting any younger." "With age comes wisdom," Logan chuckled. “Even though I'm getting older, William, I'm more than capable of giving you a sound beating.” Logan repeated his chuckling. Indeed, Logan is a well-built 6’2 for his age. His long hair was mostly black, with some gray highlights. Those once glowing, beautiful light gray eyes. With each thought of Dawn, his eyes become a little sadder and darker in shade.

He whispered: “Give me a chance. Let's start from scratch. I was an idiot that day at the hospital.” In a moment of sincerity, Lola acknowledged her own imperfection: “I wasn't nice the first two times we met either,” she admitted, before asking about Carla. Logan smiled shyly, revealing a softer side, and replied: "She spends her days and nights transformed, running around. Only the Goddess can knock some sense into my sister's empty head.“ Lola, feeling the last barriers crumble before Logan's sincerity, decided to take a chance:

GUAPO The name made a faint echo in my head. Logan Draven. A man with a wolf that broke stone when it wanted to. A man who had been the center of storms this last half year. If Logan was the father, then this entire contest would change. I let the thought roll around my mouth like water.

Just whip the damn glasses and be on your way, I told myself. " It's not a story, Layla! I keep telling you that! I can't believe you haven't heard of Logan DeAngelo, the popular Italian Mafia boss! " Maddy went on again. Slamming the towel on the table and hissing for her to shut up, I caught sight of Emma walking in through the door. I quickly looked back at Maddy who was still wrapped up on the customer stool outside the saloon.

The door leads to a little shop, seemingly filled with antiques, but like everything else here, there’s a strange aura around it. Logan approaches the cashier and I follow behind him, but I’m too mesmerized by looking around to watch where I’m going. I bump into him when he stops, but he only looks briefly to see if I’ve regained my balance. I clear my throat. His eyes are always so cold that I want to run every time he looks at me. “Nice to see you again, Logan. What do you need?” The man says. “This is my new master, Hazel Ambrose.” He gestures towards me. “But I guess you already knew that,” he adds in a smug tone. “Honestly,” he sighs, “We really do gossip more than humans.”

she said softly. Logan Bennett looked up, studying her through narrowed eyes. For a long moment, nothing clicked. Loretta felt a flush creep up her neck. "It's Loretta, sir." Only then did realization dawn on him. Logan wasn't just the former president of ULA—he'd also been Brody's mentor. When Loretta was doing research under Brody, Logan had already retired, yet he had taken a particular liking to her and gone out of his way to guide her.

Toby brushed off his words like a joke, clapping a hand onto Logan’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, bro. What’s mine will definitely never change.” I watched as the warmth instantly drained from Logan’s eyes, turning them ice-cold. The moment Toby turned his back, Logan clenched his hand into a tight fist, crushing the cigarette butt directly into his palm. Though his face remained an emotionless mask, the veins on his arm bulged with a fiercely restrained rage.

I could see the hurt once more on his face, but I had to go with my gut. It wasn’t long until Brax was pulling down Main Street where Logan’s hotel was. The Rosemary was the best hotel in the county. As Brax drove closer, I could see Logan leaning against the bonnet of his car waiting for me. His hands were in the pockets of his trousers with a painful look on his face. As Brax slowed and pulled the car up in front of Logan, his headlights accentuated every one of his features. I watched as Logan stood to attention before walking towards my door. I turned to Brax and found a mixture of emotions on his face.