Logan Likes Mary Anne Graphic Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lucas choked behind him. "Bigger than an Alpha wolf?" MaryAnne finished sweetly, "and stronger than a rogue? My wolf is superior to all of yours now. I'm no longer the weak MaryAnne you all remember. I'm improved. Nobody is going to be able to stop me now. I've waited so patiently for my revenge, and now it's so close I can taste it," she hissed, her eyes flashing. "You're not coming out of here alive," Aaron declared as she arched a perfectly groomed eyebrow at him.

It has to be one of these things. “Is everything okay?” Mary Lou asks as she walks into the office. The office is a small one but big enough to house everything it contains – a table, Logan’s chair and a couch – without feeling stuffy. There are paintings from various artistes hanging on the walls and a baseball bat in the right-hand corner. On the table, there are several books and so many papers on which Logan has scribbled several things. “Close the door behind you,” Logan says to which Mary Lou obliges. He then stands up from behind his table and walks around it so that there is nothing but space between them. He leans back and rests his thighs on the edge of the table.

“Graham, people can resemble each other without being the same person. Anne has been with our pack for a while now, and she is not your ex-wife.” “But her eyes, her smile—it’s all Kylie!” Graham’s voice grew louder, his desperation palpable. His hands gestured wildly, accentuating his words. Trying to maintain a semblance of decorum amidst the rising tension, I interjected, “Graham, I’m sorry you’re upset, but I really am not Kylie. I’m Anne, Logan’s Luna, and I have been Anne all my life.” Logan nodded in support, his expression firm. “Graham, you’re causing a scene. Anne is not Kylie. You have to accept that and move on.”

“You fell asleep and he just swept you off your feet. How romantic.” Before I could say a word, Maryanne chimed in with her usual icy tone. “Don’t fool yourself, dear. Logan is only playing games. That’s what men like him do. A little charm here, a little attention there. Next thing, you're left heartbroken, again!” I straightened my shoulders. “Thank you for the advice, ma’am. But I really need to get to work now.” I started to walk past them, but of course, they wouldn’t let me go that easily.

Knox smiled and gestured for her to sit down on one of the couches. Mary Ann settled on the couch and crossed her legs. “Wow..this place is beautiful! I love the view of the sea.” She said with awe on her expression. "What would you like to drink? Soda? Wine? Carbonated drink or...yoghurt? I know you love it.” Knox smirked remembering that yogurt was her favorite drink and Mary had managed to make him love it too. Mary Ann gasped out. “Oh you still remember I love yogurt?!” “Was I meant to forget that fact about you?” Knox chuckled.

Mary asked excitedly “Em” Lara nodded and took off her sunglasses. “OMG!! I am standing next to the Lara Burton” Mary couldn’t contain her excitement “Maine please take a picture” “Oh…oh… Ms. Burton can I take a picture with you?” She turned to Lara, her voice bubbling with excitement. “Em” Mary stood next to Lara with an excited expression. “Can we invite you two beautiful ladies for lunch?” Maine asked politely. He wanted to get acquainted and know her more.

It was Logan. Logan cast a brief, sharp glance at the two of us sitting by the window before taking up a position by a newsstand across the way. He pulled out a parchment and began to scan it, a silent sentinel in the dark. "What has caught your eye, Brooke? Why the sudden grin?" Madison tapped the table with her nails, trying to reclaim my attention. She was waiting for the drug to begin its work on my system. The sound snapped me back. I pursed my lips to hide my satisfaction.

And my heart dropped when I saw the scene in front. Logan was sitting on his swivel chair while a woman was sitting on his table in front of him with her legs wide open for him. She was clinging on his neck, while he was holding her waist. She was chuckling while Logan was saying something that I don't really understand because I was already too focused with the woman. And I don't have to investigate more to who the woman is, because I already know by just seeing the small tattoo on her nape. Anita.

Anna said "Are you listening to yourself Anna? So I'll just do what? Walk up to my big bad Mafia boss with anger issues and say hey Mr Leonardo DiCaprio, you share a certain uncanny resemblance a guy I once had a one night stand with, but the guy had some tattoo of lilies on his chest so pull off your shirt lemme see if you have the same tattoos to prove whether you are my one night stand guy or not" Lily said sarcastically "Right, that makes no sense" Anna nodded

Logan stares at him with dull eyes, his mellow mind probably struggling to get into motion. “She … sss … gotta have a sexy ass. Like, drop-your-phone, walk-into-traffic ass. And tits, but not too big, and not too small,” Logan states slowly, rubbing a bruise on his left arm. Like Aria’s Ds, I think to myself. “She sends nudes. But classy ones. Like, in a museum. Or during a thunderstorm,” he finishes off. Not bad for a pickled brain. I should get Aria to do that. Sounds sexy.