Logan Mc Novels & Stories

I can’t skip it. By the time I make it to the training ground, everyone’s already gathered. The chatter dies down as Luna Serena steps forward, her presence commanding. She scans the crowd, her usual calm and authoritative expression firmly in place. “Alright, today’s going to be… fun,” she begins, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The word ‘fun’ sounds like a threat. “I’ve brought in someone special for you all—a combat master.” Excited whispers ripple through the group until she steps aside, revealing a small, unassuming woman with a name tag that reads "Coach Morgan." She’s shorter than anyone here—barely over five feet—with wiry arms and a steely glint in her eye.

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.

“Nothing. Thanks for signing the contract. I’ll make copies and you can have one.” “No need.” Logan leaned back on the hood of one of the red race cars and folded his arms across his chest, revealing once more how his biceps bulged and strained against the sleeves of his dirty t-shirt. Even from where I stood, he smelled like sweat and oil. I felt my face getting hot once again, and I quickly looked away. “Um… Alright, then,” I said somewhat awkwardly, turning toward a little door that looked like it led to the outside. “See you later. Your case should be all set soon, so…”

Levi said, and I couldn’t fight the smile. “Let’s just say that they have other ideas about life,” I said. Malachi shook his head, but he was smiling, too. “I think this was precisely what Kiran had in mind when he said to have fun in Anaheim.” I laughed loudly. “Yeah, as long as I don’t share that in front of my mother.” “Come on, hotshot, there’s a piece of steak and a bottle of Scotch with our names on it,” Malachi said, and walked ahead to their SUV.

Nova’s POV I was surprisingly pleased at how well my little talk with ‘Max’ had gone. The fact that he may be an unexpected help after all was truly surprising. Logan and I are now in his car on our way back to the Golden Harvest pack. Atari wont say why but she has felt really unsettled since we lef the prison.

I took one step forward, then another not even realizing I had started walking. "Conall." Logan appeared beside me, calling but I too busy gritting my teeth, trying my hardest to rein in my anger. "Who is that?" I asked through clenched teeth. Logan followed my gaze, and there was a brief pause before he sighed. "Oh." I glanced at him. "That's Dean McDonald." I stared at him. "And?" Logan looked at me as if I had just asked him what the sky was. "Dean McDonald of D'McDonald corporation,”

- Charlotte - The Tahoe didn't take the final winding turn up the mountain toward the homestead. Instead, Logan’s hand shifted smoothly on the gear stalk, his jaw tightening as he signaled and pulled into a familiar, brightly lit gravel lot off the edge of the highway. I blinked against the sudden burst of neon light, looking up through the windshield at the faded retro sign spinning slowly in the night air: SILVER PINE 24-HOUR DINER. "Logan?" I murmured, shifting slightly on the center console where I was still draped against his side. "Are we stopping?"

He however is engrossed in a conversation with our manager Brady. I notice one lone girl looking at all of the food spread out over the counters. Which I find strange. Most models ignore the food. I also notice that she is short for a model. What makes me take notice is that she doesn’t look fake like all the other models. Her long natural caramel-colored hair has what looks like natural blonde highlights in it. She also has streaks of bright cherry red weaved throughout it. She looks up at me and I am now looking into the biggest and brightest eyes I have ever seen. If I had to name the color I would call it teal. I can’t really tell what her body looks like. They have her wrapped

The unknown driver quickly whined down his glasses, I checked the person to find out the said Bentley driver is Logan. "Hey, how're doing, it's been ages, look at you now, all muscled and hard chinned, em Jamicans babes, been rushing ya", Logan squeaked in his Jamaican accent. "I get, you manwhore, looking for who to add to your group of man whores, but thank you I'm not interested", I said loudly. "So how is life here, I guess things are really hard here", I asked Logan. "Man life's good, no too much stress, as long as you're ready to mind your business with no tongue waggling", Logan said.

I can see that he has changed for the better. I’m having some Mac and Cheese for dinner when I receive an unexpected phone call. “Hello, Logan,” I answer curiously. Logan’s husky male voice rings from the receiver. “Hey, beautiful. How was your flight?” Smiling, I sit back on my couch and dip my spoon into my plate. “It was fine. Heathen and Phantom made sure I was taken care of. They even walked me to my door. How was your flight back to LA.” Logan chuckles. “It was fine. It’s always good to be back in the fun and the sun. I like Miami, but nothing beats the calm shores of Cali. I don’t know how you can stand the cold in New York. I hate it.”