Logan Mc Novels & Stories

Logan commented, approaching her in long strides. MJ cleared her throat, trying to look anywhere except at him. He looked great even though he was dressed in dark pants and a blue shirt with the long sleeves folded up to his elbows. His hair was still short, but it was showing signs of growth. Logan always liked to keep his face clean and smooth, he never grew a beard, MJ imagined he would look even sexier if he had a beard. She drew in a long breath, trying to keep her mind from wandering off. “Uhm… yeah. I didn’t think I would come either, but I shocked myself,” she responded in a high-pitched voice and shut her eyes in annoyance before smiling tightly at Logan’s seemingly confused face.

My home was in Huntsville, and it always would be. We’d used Rage’s winnings from boxing and my refund checks from school to get us a condo. It wasn’t the largest condo but it had enough space for us. The soft carpet squished between my toes when I opened the door and the smell of the vanilla candle I’d lit warmed me. Nothing could replace the memories from your childhood home, but having a place to yourself with someone you cared about felt freeing. Rage locked the door and pressed his mouth against my neck. “What do you want to talk about?”

Just feeling the caffeine enter my body was good enough. "Feeling better?" Hunt asked, leaning forward and drinking from his own mug. I nodded and then got down to finishing the rest of my sandwich and coffee. When I was done, I felt warm inside and happy too. It'd been long since I'd felt either of those things. "We'll be moving the traps further into the woods this year," a burly man in a red and black plaid shirt said as he walked into the store with a rifle in his large hand. He wore a dirty brown cap over his head with thin strands of dark hair sticking out front underneath. There was something about him that reeked of danger. I could smell it all over him along with the strong stench o

Third person's POV [Logan] Logan tucked his chin under his collar and stared at the juicy burger in front of him. From under his eyebrows, he saw his uncle looking at him in contempt as he took a long sip of his coffee. The breakfast consisting of a large burger, salted fries and creamy coffee looked appetizing, but Logan didn't want to eat it. Although he was really hungry that he could gobble up a week's worth of food, his pride was still intact. He refused to eat anything bought by his uncle's money.

Mergann could effortlessly preserve his dignity without putting himself in danger. Mergann confidently lit a cigar, tossing the matchstick to the floor before taking a puff. He spoke with a smirk, taunting Logan. "I should applaud your attempt at entertainment, Logan Pearce. You think you're so cool, edgy, and cunning—a brave little boy, aren't you?

Both couples nodded in agreement and Maggie stood up to go call Luca A few seconds later, The mother and daughter walked right into the room. "Hello, Mr Logan Smith, My name is Luca Anderson and you are welcome to my lovely home," Luca said with a flirtatious grin on her face as she walked in. She wore a green body-fitted gown that exposed her cleavage, and the top of her boobs were revealed. Her heavy makeup made her look different. Logan nodded and Luca made to sit on the next couch close to him. Logan turned to look at Scott again, and Scott shook his head.

The woman on the back of his bike with her bold, flashy attire, stepped down and leaned on him. Margo excitedly ran toward Logan, as he stepped off the bike with his towering figure with muscles bulging against his black T-shirt. All the spectators were immediately intimidated by his presence. Logan was the infamous leader of the local high school gangs in the city, known for extorting students and recruiting followers to expand his influence. "Where’s the person we’re here to meet?" Logan asked gruffly. "She is not here yet," Margo answered quickly. "She is probably too scared to come," Logan scoffed. "If she actually shows up, I might admire her courage. Hahaha!"

He said worriedly as I got into the car and drove off. I don't even know how I managed to drive the car without crashing because my sight are so blurry with tears and I don't know how to react or what to say. "How did Logan turn out to be the same guy?" I was so sure that he was not the one after I say that he had no bloody dagger tattoo on his forearm like the gang leader and Mike investigated him and confirmed that they are not the same guy. "What the fuck is happening?" I asked myself but I don't know what the answer is, this doesn't make any sense to me.

Logan’s POV It had been a long night of thrashing around on the forest floor. I had woken up after what seemed like an inconceivable amount of time but it was only just a few hours. I knew because it was early enough for Mike to bombard me with calls and texts about going out. ‘Club Equinox is popping tonight where are you the girls here are insanely hot,’ his last text read. I couldn’t be bothered with that. Not after what had happened.

Michael unlike Carter he's divorced and has sworn off woman after his Ex wife took half of everything he ever worked for. "She's a child man " John says like me he's happily married but unlike me I don't see the girl next door as a child. "We here for porker not for ogling teenagers " Carter says winking at me I kick him under the table ,he swears under his breath asshole.