Logan Mitchell Big Time Rush Novels & Stories

I said. "But to be honest, I do not even know what that is." Jethro stood up fully, his hands slamming down on the wood. "We are tracking an army of rogues, and you are playing games about breakfast." Mitchell stood up next to him, his chair flying backward. "Sit down, Jethro," Mitchell roared. "Get the food, or I will break your neck right here."

"Let’s go." Ritchie, desperate to save face, marched toward the door. He bumped Logan’s shoulder as he passed, his eyes burning with hatred. "Enjoy your little victory, runt. But remember: you’re still a nobody with no name. I’ll make sure you regret the day you touched my silk." Logan let out a soft, chilling chuckle. He didn't look back. He just tightened his grip on Brooke’s hand. "Let’s go." They got Laney into the transport. She was a mess of wounds, her breathing shallow and her skin turning a ghostly pale.

replied Ronald to her. “father, don’t listen to that useless woman” said Ronald to his father. Thwack! The head of the Champ family slapped Mitchell right away. “Is that what you come rushed over here? Don’t be so naive! Get out of my sight!” said the champ head family to her. “But grandpa, all I said is true, actually I’ve met him earlier, he was driving his superb extravagant car, a rare Rolls Royce sweptail” said Mitchell to him while she was holding her right cheek.

One human and the other a member of my pack, I don’t remember their name, but I recognize their scent and face. “Sorry to wake you, Mister Logan,” the human greeted. “Morning, trooper. Something I can help you with?" I asked, falling into character “I’m Trooper Shadow, and this is Trooper Bryant. We received a report of an attack on a couple of campers not far from your cabin last night,” the human spoke up. Bryant. I looked at my pack member, and now I remembered him. David Bryant, he’s friends with Mikali and Kurt.

He stared at me for a few moments, probably debating, before he suddenly spoke again, “I’m sorry...I can’t.” He mumbled in a saddened tone, lowering his gaze. “Why not?” I shouted in disbelief, feeling also slightly annoyed. “Because I can’t...” He bluntly replied, still looking down. “Why? Because you think I’ll run away? Yeah, like I could actually do that...” I muttered, rolling my eyes, “I mean, have you even looked at me? I’m half of your size-no wait, not half, actually a QUARTER of your size! Do I really look like I could outrun you?” I shouted outraged, throwing my hands in the air.