Logan Lee Lookism Novels & Stories

It's Friday night. The First game of the season is about to commence in just a few more minutes. Logan stands by his locker, his pants and shin guards on. Shirt and shoulder pads still in the locker. Steven is all set and placing on his left cleat, tying it tightly. Logan can't explain how exciting and nervous he's feeling right now. But then again, he's always nervous before a game. A few guys are laughing and joking on a video Carter is showing them, intriguing the attention from the rest, specially Dylan. He nears the boys, realizing they're watching a video of a kid being bullied for being too feminine; according to them.

he apologized to the girl instantly. "Really?" The girl was appeased, seeing how sincere Logan sounded. "Of course. I hate people who comment on someone else’s appearance as well. What we look like is born with us. If they’re good-looking, they’re lucky. What right do they have to laugh at others?" Logan had been mocked as a loser before this and understood the girl’s feelings. "Besides, look at what I’m wearing. What right do I have to laugh at you?" The clothes that Logan wore and brought this time were casual. He did not exactly have nice outfits and had been going around Little Xeottect hastily for more than three hours. With the sweat and dirt on him, he looked like a broke traveling ki

he said simply, his thumb brushing across my bottom lip before he kissed me again, lighter this time, almost teasing. We spent the next hour flipping through the endless chaos online, giggling at memes people had already made about Logan’s red face during his argument with Tessa, or the way Tessa stormed down the aisle in heels she could barely walk in. T*****r was merciless, I*******m flooded with edits, TikTok filled with people reenacting the argument for clout. And us? We laughed until my stomach hurt, until tears streaked down my face. “This one,” Liam said, shoving his phone toward me again. It was a meme comparing Logan to a “discount groom who couldn’t even make it through vows.”

, Lee says, and I can’t help but lean foreword supporting my weight on my elbows on the desk. “Mr Curtis, please, I don’t like misunderstandings, and time is money, so if you, please go straight to the point”, I let out, trying not to show how bothered I am with his accusations. “Last week, I got into an argument with Logan, and he sexually harassed me, he is crazy, and he has been doing the same to quite a few actors in the gym. He takes us to his private and personal area and takes advantage of us using his strength against us, and I worry that he might do the same to you. I am gathering some people to testify against Logan, so I am begging you, Mr Lockwood, if Logan has ever tried anythin

Logan did the same, and we just bore into each other eyes, licking our lips and thinking I'm our heads about what we wanted. Logan wore the Hawaiian sarong skirt part of the Maui costume, shitless revealing his tribal tattoos wearing the necklace that came with the package and his six packs. His hair was loose, and I couldn't help myself think I was actually looking at a god. Although he doesn't have Maui's hair, he looks perfect. Like a cut-out magazine cover. My heart is racing. A cough made Logan and I cringe, reminding us we weren't alone. I felt my face heated to my ears.

Dregen’s P.O.V “Hey, Dregen. I heard that there’s a new shipment of blood vessels at this auction. What do you think of buying one for yourself, huh?” Logan asked with a mischievous smile whilst driving. Logan was my very good friend and also my work colleague. A notorious playboy, he was known to be a silver-tongued fox amongst the ladies. “No. We are only going to the auction to buy a gift for Lora. Nothing else.”

I have been through enough to realize that these men are hungry lions, and they care about no one else by themselves. I really should have supplied the information to Lan without revealing my identity to him. That way, I am safe regardless. Also, men like to spite and ridicule the ego of other men, and according to what I found on the internet, Logan is not exactly Lan’s favorite, which means that Lan could decide to completely destroy all that Logan has, especially as I have given him the power to. Logan has a thriving career in the entertainment industry, and according to how New York sees us, we are the perfect couple who are madly in love with each other, scandal or not.

“That is all in the past. There’s one thing you keep failing to understand–it’s the fact that I’m no longer Emily. I’m a new person and I can have you arrested if you keep on pestering me.” “What!—” “---If you keep being such a pest, you’ll have no choice but to learn the hard way.” Logan sighed, brushing his hair with his fingers. I saw several ladies staring at him from a corner, and I rolled my eyes, wondering what they could have seen in someone like him. Logan is undeniably attractive; the type of gorgeous, sexy, Greek god that captures the attention of the majority of women, but he also has an ugly side. A dark side that most people are unaware of.

She asked, slightly offended. “Nothing!” Logan quickly cut in. “That’s of course if you look past the fact that you look like you chasing or demons if not trying to outrun them.” “Are you trying to be funny? Because I think you would have a total failure if you were a comedian.” Logan threw his head back and laughed. “Come on, don’t be like that, I’m just teasing you. You look great in everything.” “If you say so.” “Probably not as great as you look in nothing.”

It was a very beautiful name. Moreover, in the photo, the dragon, Logan, was standing with his palms in his pants pockets, with his long hair down, and a very domineering expression on his face. He looked quite scary in that picture. But his facial expression was always like that after all. Just like when she came to The Moon Stone Pack that day. The cold facial expression, and the domineering aura, were typical of Logan Marshall. "I took that photo three years ago."