Logan Mitchell Big Time Rush Novels & Stories

Hunter pov Maggie shifts uncomfortable as Mitch sits there waiting. "Spill",he growls. "Mitch please, she begs, you know me",he scoffs. "I thought I did Maggie, he sounds disgusted, but you fooled us all",she sniffles but he ignores the tears. "I only did what I had to he threatened you and Lucas so Laurie and I ran and did everything he said to do",Mitch chuckles darkly. "No you just like a variety of dick in you so you ran for yourself Maggie. Lucas and I are over a thousand years old we can handle Fort",he looks ready to kill her.

"In your dreams, Maddox. I was just wondering if you ever get tired of being such a washed-up dreamer. You look like a generic extra from a bad beer commercial." "Ouch," he laughed, showing off a row of perfect white teeth. "She’s got a bite today. I like it." Wait. Why the fuck was I suddenly thinking about his looks like he was really interesting? Logan pulled back on the throttle as a small, white-sand island rose out of the water like a mirage. It actually looked deserted—just a few palm trees and a stretch of untouched beach. He cut the engine, and the sudden silence was almost startling.

Garrett Norman gives Mitchell hand a pat then releases her heading for the exit alone while Mitchell makes her way to my direction. She could just trip and fall face down into my plate of soup. That will make me feel better. Universe are you listening to me in case you want to make me happier, that is all it takes. Mitchell did not trip as she stopped beside the table with a smile so wide her cheeks must be hurting. "Oh you" Liam says and although he tries to sound enthusiastic he fails miserably. "Yes, me. I hope you are enjoying your meal?"

Reynolds explained. Levi looked up ahead and there then to the right where the Patch opened, and he could see there were two shacks opposite to each other he drove slowly and the motor of the truck broke free from the Bush, and it lifted a little off the ground as it went over a shallow gully and landed in a clearing. Logan’s head hit the top of the cab anterior as the truck came back to the earth. “Damn, what are you doing?” Logan screamed. “ Just hold tight brother.”

She had already lost one son. Mitch's feet drummed on the ground behind Logan as his face turned red. His eyes blazed hatred. He managed to wrench one of his hands free enough to rake his claws down Logan's arm. Logan didn't seem to notice the wound. He recaptured the hand and twisted it around, palm-up, and knelt on it. “Yield,” Logan commanded. "No," Mitch mouthed. His face had faded from bright red to blue from lack of oxygen. His struggles were getting weaker.

I said making him chuckle. "Yes ma'am. Ny the way, can I come over to your place after the game? We can watch the movie we said we were going to watch earlier when we fell asleep?" He said with a smile. I bit my lip and wrinkled my nose. "Mmm? Ok. I'd love that." I said as I placed my hand on his shoulder. "Good." Coach Mitchell blew a whistle at Logan making him turn. "Hey romeo? Get your butt down here. You're stalling us boy." He said as the opposing team had finished their stunt of making their band invade our field to play their music and had their cheerleaders dance.

Lucille mind-linked nervously. “Let’s talk outside,” Mitch said smoothly, motioning Louis to follow. The three stepped out into the night air. Mitch extended a firm hand toward Louis. “I’m Mitchell Jones. Your sister’s mate. Pleased to meet you.” Louis froze for a moment. His palms were damp. Slowly, he extended his trembling hand to meet Mitch’s. “Louis Clinton,” he said shakily. “Pleased to meet you, Lord Mitch.” “Mitchell,” Mitch corrected gently. “Just Mitchell is perfect.”

I breathe in the delicious scent of fear that is pouring out from the mortal. I look at him for a moment expectantly. Well, what is he waiting for? When the mortal doesn’t move, I roll my eyes. “This is the part where you run.” Mitch takes off with a limp in his run into the woods. I roll my neck, causing is to crack and pop before looking at the spot where Mitch entered the woods. I smile. “It’s been awhile since I’ve had a decent hunt.”

Once outside the barrier, we turned our heads to cars pulling up. “Alpha! Are we too late to the party?” Mitchell asked, getting out of one of the cars. Lana turned to him and they both froze. “HO-LY-” Ally started to say. “Mate,” Mitchell said, in a choked voice. “Son of a b*tch,” Lana said, flinging her head back in frustration. “How many more things do I not know about?”

Michael did sing loud as he nod at his head I saw my mum smiling sadly at him through my view mirror as Mitchelle chat at her phone she never say a word