Logan Foster Novels & Stories

You're completely. Your heart, body and soul are for me only. ~ Logan Moretti ~ 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 A fifteen-year-old boy cleverly drove a black Aston Martin Vantage Roadster down a street in Palermo to their home. The teenager with the messy look is Logan. He enjoyed the breezy breeze that hit his body in the car with the hood open.

I replied and flipped my hair. We were all done with our meal and sharing stories by the camp fire when one of the warriors, I think his name was Camie, asked " Luna. What did it feel like to be a rogue?" another warrior nudged him hard " Insensitive much?"" Oh no it's fine. It's fine" I said quickly. They kept quiet, " Well for starters, Rogues live their lives on the run most of the time. But that's more common for those who weren't part of a rogue pack, like me, although I did have one--" "--but she was banished" Felix cut in.

He narrowed his eyes on Keaton and Valor. “It’s ok.” Valor dropped with a dejected expression. Keaton cleared his throat, then rose to his feet. “Logan’s mother died when he was five. The former alpha never took on the role of raising his son, as his mate’s death broke him for many years. I raised Logan, and he has goodness in him. He’s better than his father. He wants peace and I know that what he did in his past doesn't speak orderliness and he might not deserve a second chance. But please, give him one. I promise he will not disappoint you.” Keaton announced.

“Are you insane? You can’t do that! People saw you!” Kai frowned. “You were sad. I come to help.” “That’s not—You can't just...!” Logan threw up his hands, speechless. Kai looked down, then back up with a small, sheepish smile. “Still sad?” Logan stared at him for a long moment. Then sighed. “A little less.” --- Later that night, back at the apartment, Logan sat at his laptop. He stared at the blinking cursor in the search bar. Then, slowly, he typed: > Cases of dog's who turned into a man overnight.<

Gan has always been on the path of the truth while Logan did everything to stray away from that path. ‘’I can read you like a book Logan. I know we fight more than we talk but I know what you are planning and I am not happy with it,” Gan said in a sad voice. ‘’I will not do anything silly if the need does not arise”’ Logan tries comforting his fur baby. ‘’Really? Logan you know this won't work on me. I know you and I know when your mind's made up to do something. Even if the need does not arise, we both know you will make sure it does.

Logan: seriously, babe? He added a serious emoji after his text. I giggled as I typed my text and pressed send. Me: what? It's cute. Logan: babe, Don would be the perfect role for Maui. Me: Logan, your brother, barely have any hair. Logan: we get him a wig. I sighed. Me: pweeeeasssseeeeeeeeeee No answer except the bubble icon indicating he's typing, finding a way out before the waterworks. Logan: Alright, fine. You win. But next year, I'm choosing.

The couple had arrived from their trip a week ago and they had been inseparable. James was in Lagos for a cooking competition sponsored by Knorr Chicken Cubes. He was already dressed in his Chef wear talking to his fellow chefs and the camera men. He brought out his phone after hearing it ding, Mines♥️🔐 Enjoy yourself baby. Thank you love. Are you feeling better? Yeah, it's just cramps. I'm going for the meeting now. Eat the fruits o.

Fergus pushed himself off the floor and watched on as Logan breezed down the road. “So long, best friend.” *** Three months later Logan laughed heartily as his wife Amy danced with their three boys while he sat on the couch watching them. For the first time in months, he was able to take a weekend off from work to spend time with his family. Ever since his encounter with Fergus, he hadn’t heard from him but he knew he had been active as there were whispers about a sect teasing about the possibilities of starting a war against other races.

Jeffrey asked, grabbing his phone. “No, use Andrew, I don’t want anyone to know it’s me,” Logan said. Andrew was a nickname Logan had used since childhood, when he was temporarily placed in foster care. He liked the different identity he felt with his foster parents. He wasn’t the heir to his family’s company in their home, he was just an ordinary country boy. “I’m going right now to prepare to meet her,” Logan continued. “Message me as soon as you finish talking to the agent.” “Yes, sir,” Jeffrey stood and left, already dialing the number.

You know the Fosters. Everyone does. From the beautiful Victorian on the bend. A stone’s throw from the canal. Damon was a policeman, back in the day. Discharged on pension. Went on to become a cardiologist—best one within a reasonable drive. I hear they pay him a fortune.