Logan I Didn't Do It Novels & Stories

“Now! I never want to see you again!” I got out without hesitating. The rain hit my face like the rite of a release. The sports car roared, a sharp scream, and tore away. Raphael's thoughts could no longer form words. Only a despairing howl was left. And still he refused to bow his head and say one soft thing. Then I would give him what he wanted. I blocked Raphael's number, flagged a cab, and went straight to the airport. Raphael. Your lies, the way you never meant what you said, I was done playing along.

"If I did anything that offended you before, I sincerely apologize. I'm only asking you to consider the history you two have and give Olivia one more chance." I turned on the speakerphone, stood up, and faced Olivia directly. "Mr. Ranch, Olivia—since we're doing this, let me make things clear one last time. From this moment on, I have nothing more to do with Olivia. We are nothing but strangers." … When I left, Olivia collapsed in the airport lounge. When she fell, her sunglasses flew off, revealing her once-beautiful face. Several men nearby rushed over to check on her. Taking advantage of the commotion, I deleted the emergency contact from my phone screen, picked up my suitcase, and left.

Logan exclaimed in surprise. "Are you out of your mind? How could I text such a thing to you? What have you gotten yourself into?" she shouted, feeling a mix of confusion and disbelief. "I got your message. You made me do this," he accused her. "No, Leon. I didn't do that. I never texted you. I can show you my phone just so you can believe me," she shouted, trying to defend herself. Leon couldn't keep up with her lies and showed her the message on his phone. Mrs. Logan's face paled as she recognized the message.

“We’ll try to work out some other details to make up for it. But I want you to be prepared.” He nodded, his expression betraying very little. “It’s fine. Let’s move on.” For the next hour, we delved into the details of Logan’s case. I asked questions about his relationship with the businessman accusing him of arson, probing for any potential motives or conflicts. At one point, Logan hesitated before admitting, “A few years back, we had a disagreement that got pretty heated. I, uh, threw something during the argument. Not at anyone, just... out of frustration.”

Me: And then what, Logan? I type faster now, the dam cracking. Me: We wake up like something normal happened? Like you don’t disappear after? Like you don’t act like I’m a mistake the second it’s daylight? The three dots stop. Start. Stop again. A long pause. Then: Logan: I didn’t think you were a mistake. I let out a shaky laugh. Me: You don’t have to think it. You act like it. Silence. Then: Logan: I’m trying.

Alessia wanna cry. But she knew her urgent task was to find an excuse to stay away from the angry lion. She feigned ignorance, her voice dripping with innocence. ‘I’m sorry, but I think you have me confused with someone else. I didn’t write that article. Lara Morris did.’ Logan’s jaw tightened, a flicker of frustration crossing his features. ‘I was there,’ he retorted sharply. ‘I saw you taking those photos. Don’t play dumb with me.’

What was he doing? " Hello ladies and gentlemen, " Logan speaks into the mic as he watched the crowd from beside me " you all may not know me but I'm Logan DeAngelo. I have done many things in my past, things I'm not proud of but somehow I was able to come out of it and redeem myself. And how I was able to do that was because of this woman standing right here tonight, wearing this beautiful dress. Layla Quinns. The relationship between the two of us very complicated and tonight, I come out here to fix that in front of your eyes.

I inquired, trying to unravel the mystery of Logan's unexpected presence in that particular corner, trying to piece together the unexpected turn of events. He shook his head and replied, "I wasn't intending to use the restroom" "Why were you here then?" I asked, seeking clarity on Logan's unexpected appearance in a place he hadn't initially intended to be. Logan confessed replied, "I had a feeling my kid wouldn't follow instructions and would do the exact opposite of what I told her." His gaze locked with mine, and a spontaneous laugh bubbled up from within me at the candid admission. Logan, sensing the shared humour, leaned in closer, his eyes reflecting both amusement and a subtle warmth.

(Song: Fan by Offset) LOGAN "You" punch "are" punch "very" punch "stupid." My fists collided with the face of the idiot who failed to do a proper job. Simple lure Jodi to the kitchen and set it ablaze, the moron did an entirely different thing on the wrong person. "Calm the fuck down, Logan. Can't you see blood in his nose?" Leo held my arm. "Get your hand off me, dude. This bastard needs to be taught a lesson."