Logan Foster Novels & Stories

He greeted her parents then looked passed them to her. "Jamie, right? And you're all ready to go too, perfect. I'm Logan Foster. I know you'll fit in great with the rest of the pack," he told her backhandedly, like she just ready and raring to go and leave her pack and everything she knew behind. As if her parents didn't look like they were being torn apart by this. No, all he did was smile at her like she was glad to leave. She hated him already.

When he saw that Newton, Missy's boyfriend, the man who should respect her, love her, protect her and, above all, thank the heavens for someone as extraordinary as her to have chosen him. He was completely bent over one of the desks in the studio, in the middle of work, with Suzan Foster beneath him. Before that day, Logan thought he'd felt hatred before: at Ruth and everything she'd done to his family; the company whose safety equipment failures had nearly claimed his father's life; of people who scoffed at the idea that he might be able to make his agency a successful company... But nothing could have prepared him for the fury that gripped him at that moment. And that certainly would have

he bowed to me before leaving. “Um… you too,” I said. “Okay, that was… weird,” I frowned. “Sorry about that. John is very formal and doesn’t always follow certain social cues. That or he does, and it’s his dry sense of humor in making others uncomfortable,” Logan apologized. He relaxed on the sofa next to me, his arm stretching across the back behind my shoulders. “So he’s like you, just formal and taller,” I chuckled. “I like to think I have better timing with my humor,” Logan rolled his eyes. “Now, back to what you were saying,” I said, wanting to get back on topic.

She deflated. "Fine. We're worried because Lucas hasn't marked you yet. The Luna is usually marked before the Luna Ball otherwise she has no claim to the title." I felt like I was sucker punched. "W - what?" Again, Meg glanced at my neck, and with a start, I realized she was staring at Gavin's mark that had not quite faded. The main body of the mark had faded completely, leaving two small black marks where his teeth had punctured skin. It was impossible to hide, though it was somewhat inconspicuous if you didn't look hard enough. Meg had looked hard enough. I resisted the urge to raise my hand to the small mark, drawing more attention to it. Instead, I pretended, like I always did that it wa

Logan heaved, “Yes, basically. We were only teenagers when we ran out of the foster care home they put us…well, if I am being honest, it wasn’t the two of us, just me. I came back for Leah some months later, and she had never been too happy to see me.” “Really?” I would never have assumed that Logan D’Nores lived the kind of life that Samuel and I used to live. I have always imagined that he was from a rich home…spoilt rich kid and all. “So why did you run away?” “The woman they placed to look after us was…” Logan stopped as though just realizing that he is revealing too much. “Have you even been to the woods before?” he asked, changing the subject abruptly. “No, I haven’t,” I answered. If h

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There’s a lot of relief and happiness and it feels like the pack is settling after a long time of feeling unsettled. “Well, I, for one, am very proud to be a part of this pack. I can’t wait to officially take my place as your Luna,” Reagan says, walking back in and running a hand down Petal’s arm as if reassuring her that everything is okay. “And if you haven’t met my friend, Petal, I know you’ll all just fall in love with her as I have,” she says walking over to me and sliding her hands around my neck.

“ If you want me to stop then make me stop, as long as you do it. I promise I will not force you.” Logan had never cared for anyone, his upbringing had taught him that he did not have the liberty of caring about someone not when there were people like Greta and Elder Maximus next to him. Having people about whom, he cared only meant that he had a weakness which they could take hold of, more importantly in the past when he was with Mavis, he thought that he knew how to care about someone but now that he looked back, it was as if he did not even know what was he feeling back then. Something told him that he should be caring about Mavis, back then he thought it was his instincts but was it trul

A new member of Foedus has joined them, and he serves as the whip during the organization's initiation process. Logan became a member of Foedus because he was Trace's cousin, one of the founders of the Foedus Organization, and the leader. Since they are both cousins, he always accompanies him everywhere. They are close to each other like brothers. Logan is always behind Trace and supports what he does, even if it's silly and so does Trace. He cursed him at first but his cousin never left him. Logan is the only child of politician Zobel Castillejo. He owns the Black Eagles. Their client was not only in the Philippines but also throughout Asia.

I managed to relax, never taking my eyes off Miatta. “Logan! Start talking. I am not in the mood for this sort of nonsense!” Father barked, barely sparing the slaves a second glance. Logan stepped forward, bowed again and stood before his Alpha. His dark hair was his greatest pride and he tied it back away from his face, allowing the locks to fall at his back. A jagged scar above his eyes was revealed as a result, marring his roguish handsome face.