Logan Mc Novels & Stories

“Can you help me sort this out, Lo?” Logan’s breath caught for half a second. His eyes dropped briefly to her hand before lifting back to her face. Something unreadable passed through his expression. Then he swallowed and forced a smile. “Sure, I'll handle it.” “Thank you.” He turned as if to leave—but before he could take more than two steps, a man approached them and bowed politely. “Hello, Miss,” he said, attention directed towards Mirena. “Would you like to sign up as a participant in this year’s Sovereign?”

I wrinkled my nose at their answers. "So, what're your thoughts? Darien…" June pointed to the creep himself as he laughed with some guys from the cabin he’s in charge of. " Marcus…" she smirked, pointing to Marcus, who was tuning a guitar. "Or the ever-mysterious Mister Logan,” she sighed, pointing to Logan. I'm sure if this was a cartoon, my jaw would have comically hit the ground. Logan had taken off his shirt while he swung an ax, chopping firewood. Thick dark brown hairs covered Logan’s chest just as I had glimpsed this morning.

It seemed that Logan could still dodge if the man in front of him suddenly went crazy and shot him. “Give me the data of your business document and the important data of this company. If not, let this gun talk to you!” The man looked at Logan with a sharp gaze. Logan scratched his forehead itchy "Sorry bro, I'm really medok. I don't understand if you speak the Alien language. Translate it already!” Exclaimed Logan “GIVE IT TO ME, DANM!" Eh brother, instead said I was handsome again. I'm handsome, can't you see that!" Logan pointed to his side. The black clothed man looked to the side, but immediately lost his balance.

Millicent said from the shot gun. My belly grumbled, " don't worry baby Mama's gonna. eat. till. she. drops" I cooed at my tummy " so weird and so dramatic" Millicent said. We arrived at the mini mall in less than fifteen minutes. Doe parked the car then we went towards the building. The guards at the entrance bowed as we walked passed them, " good day Luna " they chorused " uhh g-gooday" I stuttered.

Ciaran's huge white wolf caught Cilyna's eye from the back yard. "Don't move! You're so big they'll see you!" she said quickly, he stopped in his tracks and lowered himself to the ground with his ears still possibly visible. Without warning, a shot rang out loudly. Cilyna whipped her head back towards the men in the front yard. Marcus was now standing over Larry with his gun aim between the man's eyes. All forms of humor wiped clear off his face. "You'll just get in my way. Nothing personal." Marcus said before pulling his trigger again to let another round find it's way to the back side of poor Larry's head.

eyes lit up as he got it. “That game? I love it. I guess he's still Paul, then.” Logan/Joe inclined his head at the heavy-set man bee-lining his way to the bar. “Who's everybody else?” “I already introduced myself as Jack. Same with Noah. But “Bob” did not.” “Lucky Bob, then. Noah's here? Awesome.” Logan/Joe turned to the bar, looked at Izzy, and mumbled something about a lucky Noah. “Give me some of that 1954 Mccallan scotch, sweetheart,” Paul said, sidling up the bar.” And don't be stingy.”

Jason spoke. "Good." The man got up and walked over to them. "Give me your wrist." He instructed and both boys made their wrists visible, the man took the black device from the other man. The thing looked like a tiny flashlight, he turned it on and blue light emitted from the glass head, he then went ahead to place the blue light on Eric's wrist while Jason watched with caution. When the man took the touch out four digits number had been etched into his wrist in blue, like a tattoo. "Your turn." He met Jason's eyes and the boy gave his wrist out for marking. "Now you may enter SinCity." The man smiled after he was done and they both hurried out of that office and stumbled outside. The first

She was leaving Michigan, bidding farewell to the world of the Logans that had only brought her pain and a tangled web of conflicting emotions. Carmen glanced at her phone to check the time, then grabbed her bag. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. Are you sure you want to wait here?” she asked once more, unfastening her seatbelt. “I’ll be fine,” Molly replied, turning to adjust Carmen’s hair. “Just make it quick. I don’t like the idea of you being around any of the Logans anymore. They’re all trouble.” The truth had never rung so true before, Carmen thought.

“No preferences. Just quiet. Pretty enough to forget her name in the morning.” Ortega hesitated. “You want the luxury circuit or the street circuit?” “The kind that doesn’t talk,” Logan said flatly. “And make sure she’s clean. I don’t want trouble.” “Understood. Give me twenty minutes.” The line went dead. Logan set the phone down, exhaled, and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. For a moment, his mask slipped—the weariness showing through the cracks. The room, for all its glass and height, felt like a cage suspended above a city that was both his prey and his prison.

Logan was frozen and his face drained of color. “Hello McAlister” he said in a very thick Spanish accent. “That’s a sexy one you got there.”