Logan I Didn't Do It Novels & Stories

Denver had always believed that if you did the right thing, everything else would fall into place. For years, he’d built his reputation on it: honest, hard-working, a team player who handled problems quietly and kept the company’s gears running smoothly. But after the debacle with Marcus—the sabotage, the erased files, the security escort out of the building—Denver was learning that sometimes, doing the right thing meant stepping straight into the line of fire.

Sometimes they even play with the girl. "Let me go!" "Answer me first, don't you ever take a shower? You have lots of lice.” Logan continued to urge the girl by bringing his face closer. "I DON'T NEVER SHOW. ARE YOU SATISFIED HUH?” "Yeah, why can't you be so slow? What a woman!" ****

Daniel Logan: The Architect of Terror. Riley Foundation Tragedy: Casualty Count Rises as Debt Fraud Revealed. "He didn't do it," I whispered, my voice sounding hollow. I sat across from her, the warmth of the coffee cup against my bandages a sharp, grounding pain. "He was trying to show the truth. He had the video, Mia. He had everything."

Logan said, as he took my hand gently and I hesitated instantly. “Loga,” I called. “Please,” he begged. The word surprised me. He almost never sounded uncertain. “I don’t want more gossip, people already think I jumped from Matteo straight into your bed,” I admitted softly. “I don’t care about gossip,” he said, as his eyes hardened immediately. “But I do,” I replied. “They attacked you tonight,” he said and there was silence. “You and Nia are not staying alone in that house again,” he said and I looked away weakly.

Chris tried to explain, but before he could finish, Lucian pushed him out the window. Soon after, I received a message from Chris. "Fiora, I'm sorry for what happened tonight. We can talk tomorrow, okay?" I snorted coldly. In my past life, he never once apologized. Of course, this time, I didn't believe he was genuinely sorry either. He was just afraid of losing his future. That night, I slept soundly. I didn't even understand why, in my past life, I couldn't even do something as simple as eating and sleeping properly.

Tanner interrupted, redoing his buttons as he slid back into his chair. "That was quick" Luke commented, noting the slight glint of discontent in his face. Tanner poured himself a drink and gulped down on it "she bit my dick" he slammed the glass on the table. "that Latino fucking bit my dick" Luke stifled his laughter "did it hurt?" "No fool, it felt like heaven" he slurred, rolling his eyes sarcastically. "Aren't you supposed to have a girlfriend?" David finally piped in, fighting back his laugh.

The raw warmth he had displayed when cupping my breasts days ago was entirely erased. “There is absolutely nothing for us to talk about, Lisa,” Logan whispered harshly, his jaw tight as his eyes scanned the hallway to ensure their parents were out of earshot. “It was a simple, one-time thing that happened because we were trapped inside during a severe storm. That is it. Do not embarrass yourself or make a fool of yourself by trying to bring it up to me ever again.”

Nothing real grows out of a lie. "Angelo." I looked at him. "Vivian knows I can't swim." Angelo sat up fast. His whole posture changed. "That's attempted murder." "You still want me to let it go?" I was so weak I could barely speak. "If you love me, even a little, make sure that evidence does some real damage." His face went paler. "Isa. Your enemies are mine." I closed my eyes and didn't open them till we reached the hospital.