Logan Likes Mary Anne Graphic Novelas e Histórias

“Aren’t you a cutie?” The dog happily barks and licks my face excitedly. Taking a seat with him in my lap, I reach for the other box and tear it open. It’s a black leather-bound photo album with the names Maleah and Jaxon engraved on the cover. Tears of happiness gather in my eyes when I open the cover and see the wedding pictures Logan took of us. The photos show me in Jaxon’s arms, our kiss, us holding hands, and much more. There are also pictures of us with others. When I reach the last page of the album, I smile. The last page is a letter from Jaxon to me.

Laura took the card out of the box to check who sent it, and on the card was boldly written: Enjoy happiness; you deserve it. Laura smiled as she stared at the symbol drawn at the bottom. It could only be one person who would draw that symbol. "Mummy, are you going to wear it now?" Liam asked, looking at his mom. "No, hunnie, I can't; it's late," Laura replied. "Will you wear it to the movie?" Lisa asked, looking at her mom with so much interest and excitement. "Uhm, baby, I don't really..." Laura was saying, but Lisa interrupted.

~Rogue kings pov~ I have a giant smirk on my face we have Logans Mate and i gaurantee that he is going crazy without his sweet precious Luna. What better way to get to him and kill him besides using his mate as leverage. I left a note saying that i'll kill her in two days but i dont know shes a pretty little thing i might just keep and use her for myself. She has yet to wake up yet and im sure that when she does it will be fun and exciting might send Logan a couple pictures of her being beaten really drive him crazy. i release an evil laugh i will kill him and even the kids. There will be no trace of the pack and the pack will no longer exist what better revenge.

Logan grinned at her and grabbing her hand in his rushed with her to the kitchen, practically dragging her along the way. "I don't know what you like. I've got the marshmallow kind, and I've got chocolate kind, fruity too." He grinned even more as he dug a brightly colored bag out from behind the others. "And then I have this one, a mix of them all. I call it my special diabetes mix." "Can wolves even get diabetes?" Trisha questioned. Logan shrugged, "no idea. I don't have a ton of contact with my pack. Just here and there." He paused. "Uh, Lauren is part of my pack. She's kind of my guardian I guess?"

Lexie already had one on her left shoulder of a butterfly. "Well, it hurt a bit. Not as bad as I thought. You will be fine Soph. Don't worry, ok? Anyway. I promised dad I'd help out with a few things, and I have my skype chat today with my greek god. So! I'll talk to you guys tomorrow, ok? Send me a picture soon as you get it done, ok?" She hugs me and walks away towards het dad's truck. She quickly hopes in her dad's truck and waves goodbye. Logan and I decided to grab food first. We ate quickly at Maggie's Diner with Dylan, Troy and Sam. After, we headed to the tattoo parlor where Logan had gotten his first tattoo.

Ever since then, lollipops had become her substitute—sweet, harmless, and far less self-destructive. The door behind her opened. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Logan stepping out. He closed the door quietly behind him and stopped a short distance away, his posture hesitant, as though silently asking permission to come closer. “Had enough of them yet?” Mirena asked, the lollipop stick shifting slightly between her lips. She was referring to Ada and Eleanor, who had decided—very enthusiastically—to stroll down memory lane and relive moments Mirena would have preferred stayed buried. Logan chuckled softly and finally moved forward, taking the spot beside her. He rested his arms on the ra

And so the photos followed: at family parties, weddings, birthdays or simply sweet moments when all the Knights were together in one place, each photo seemed to have its own magic and importance. Until she arrived at a photo in which a small Logan, who looked to be about 08 years old, was holding a toy, sitting on the lap of an elderly man, with white hair and blue eyes, who looked and smiled at him affectionately. , instead of to the camera. There was something so sweet and loving about the way the two of them were looking at each other that Missy was barely aware that she had gently taken the frame in her hands so she could look at the photograph better, until Logan spoke, also looking at

He winked at Sakura, expecting her to shower him with compliments. Standing in front of him, Sakura said, “I’m sure the snacks will be delicious, Logan.” Mary said, “Yay! Food. I’m starving. Good on you, guys, for thinking about the pregnant lady.” Logan beamed with delight. “You’re always starving, Mary.” She nodded. “I swear I wasn’t like this before I got the bump. Now I’m a balloon and seem to always be starving.” Beside her, Peter chuckled. “I like that you eat a lot.”

The pictures look pretty old, I start to wonder Logan's age. I take out one of the photos and put the rest back in then I shut the second compartment and move on to the third. The third one seems a little stiff and refuses to open. I forcefully pull it and it springs out. In it are a couple of handwritten love letters. I don’t know what Logan’s writing looks like but I have a feeling he wrote these letters, maybe when he was younger. Underneath the heavy pile of letters, I come across pictures…. Unlike the previous pictures I saw, these are pictures of alpha Logan alone; he has a woman with him in almost all the pictures.

I whispered back, glaring at her. Great! Now we’re going to get fired, because of her stupidity! I was mentally yelling angry as hell, thinking we were gonna end up in the street once again. “Logan, you didn’t mention we have guests,” A blonde, gorgeous girl with similar features as Logan’s spoke, smiling at us while she sat next to a handsome man, her arm tangled with his.