Logan Mitchell Big Time Rush Novels & Stories

"You okay?" "Yeah. I thought coming downtown to jog would help me keep my focus." I snorted and glanced around. What were the freaking odds that I'd almost be hit by the man after my girl? My luck all the way. "That didn't work as planned." He laughed, but I could tell he was shaken. "It's a good idea, but maybe do it at night or earlier in the morning when it's not rush hour traffic." Someone honked behind us and Mitch turned to offer the other driver some choice words as I worked to catch my breath. My heart was thundering in my chest. He drives a Lexus. Wears a suit like a boss. Has his shit together completely.

“This one would make you scream, for tonight I’m staying at the Blue Palm Suites, not far from here. They have an amazing rooftop bar. You should come by. Unwind… talk a little more. Without the mic.” Antoine hesitated, then that tingling sensation he started feeling in his heart and lower region answered for him. “I’ll think about it.” “Think fast,” Mitchell said with a wink. “I’m only here tonight.” Later That Night,at Blue Palm Suites He showed up. Of course he did. Mitchell greeted him in a silky black wrap dress, she was filled with all smiles and flirtation. What he didn’t know was the wine was laced with a slow-acting sedative. Not enough to knock him out,just enough to loosen his ton

No, no! How far ahead of him were they? He scrambled out of the car, grabbed his long gun from the trunk, and headed up the hill toward his childhood fort. Clouds covered the moon, making it a dark night, but it didn't impede his hike. He'd done this many times as a teenager. He and his friends Chase, Dillon, and Elliott usually rode horses to the site, but Mitch only needed one wreck on a bronc ride at a rodeo to discourage him from ever riding the beasts again. Jogging in the dark wasn't unfamiliar to him, either. He knew the twists and turns well and took them with ease.

And he still was. *** Our first road match came a few weeks later, and the whole way there Mitch was dropping not so subtle innuendos about getting to spend the night with me in a queen size bed. I leaned against her and lowered my voice as the team bus rolled down I-20 toward Tuscaloosa. "You realize we do have a match tomorrow. We'll have to conserve some energy." "We didn't conserve any energy last Friday night." Mitch shot me that wicked little look that made me tingle inside.

I roared, my voice echoing across the pier. Mitch shifted uncomfortably under my gaze, his excuse feeble and unconvincing. "My eyesight is bad," he stammered, his voice trembling with fear. "Even with the long-range gun, I couldn't aim well." Fury coursed through me at Mitch's incompetence, and I resisted the urge to strike him where he stood. "You fool!" I spat, my voice filled with disdain. "You had one job, and you couldn't even do that properly."

and fell off the line in exertion. "Giddy up slow pokes! I am about to take us home!" Said Mitchel. I almost puffed in laughter, Mitchel would always be a boss bitch. I really liked her. She went full speed, running faster than anyone had since we started. It was really hard keeping up with her. The person in front of me immediately stepped off the line and fell into the students by the road, breathing so heavy thought he was going to pass out "Out!" He shouted, or whispered but I heard him.

MITCH CHESTER “YOU ARE GOING to crash the car,“ Draco said, holding on to the side of his seat as Mitch drove like a blind bat. Mitch scoffed without slowing down. He pressed down on the pedal, and the car shot even faster. “This fucking snow,“ he growled as he screeched to a stop. The tires of the car were stuck in the thick layer of snow. He got out of the car; his legs sank almost to his knees.

Natalia hollers with a stomp of her foot. "I grew up way faster than you did." "You. Are. Fired," Mitchell emphasizes every word. "Call for a ride and clean out your locker. NOW!" "Fine, oh and the real reason I push you so much, Liam, is because unlike Luke, who holds you back; I actually love you and want you to be his best!"

At the same time, feeling a sudden rush of fatigue, he headed to the parking lot with Douglass. Thanks to this, the mishap of the two running into Sandra in the baby products section did not occur. Watching the backs of the two heading toward the elevator, the manager breathed a sigh of relief and reported the situation through his in-ear microphone. On the way home. Mitch, sitting in the passenger seat next to Douglass, who was driving, licked his soft-serve ice cream. Before they left the department store, Mitch suddenly said he wanted ice cream, so Douglass had gone back down to the food court on the first floor to buy it. Douglass, who had developed a compulsion to feed Mitch whatever he

As we climbed onto our logs, we started a friendly banter and it devolved into insults… Baylor: “I could eat a bowl of alphabet soup and shit out a statement smarter than that.” Kenneth: “If you’re gonna be a smartass, first you have to be smart. Otherwise you’re just an ass.” Mitchum: “I bet you were up all night trying to come up with that one.” Baylor: “It’s pointless to make fun of you because it will take you the rest of the day to figure it out.” Mitchum: “Yo mama!” and with that he fell off his log at 1 hour 27 minutes. I looked at Kenneth and continued.