Logan Mr Sinister Novels & Stories

He fell on his knees, and his dad, Lord Lucifer, grabbed his face. "You are Vincenzo West Pecaminoso… Son of Sin. You will only act like your father. You are my puppet. I gave you life; I made you. I could have let your mom abort you, but I didn’t. So you will act like me, do what I want you to do. I heard you when you said you would never hurt a woman. I won’t let you be a simp. You will kill your mom with a gun." He whispered.

She does not care how loud she is being or how who could be watching. “That’s enough.” Redhaired man stops in front of her and grabs her arm. He pulls her and starts to drag her back towards where she came from. “Leave me alone! I know my way out,” Mary Lou shouts at him. “Let her go,” One of the other two men says. His voice is undeniably the same one that Mary Lou heard when she was on stage before. The man who spoke is looking at her intently. He his tall and his broad shoulders make him look menacing. He looks young, like he is in his thirties. His skin is dark and his eyes are brown. His arms are folded in front of him as he looks at Mary Lou making him look serious and determined. “I a

Taking a close look at jerry , he didn't fail to notice a creepy smirk at the corner of his lips even though it not obvious. He heart beat increased at every step he took, and carefully he sat on his seat with Daisy sitting beside him - at his left. He was scared. Scared of the dangerous silence, scared of the tense atmosphere, scared of the many eyes staring back at him, scared of the unknown. A man sitting at his right cleared his throat“ we've been waiting for like ages to see you Mr. Lamar.” “anyway, i am Martins”. one look at martins, and he felt uncomfortable in his skin. they were all putting on a matching black suit and ties and a white shirts, except a few soldiers who wore their us

“I know, I know. I’ll talk to him.” …… Logan Morgan looked like he had aged ten years by the time he left. His usually neat hair was tousled by the wind, and his whole demeanor was dark and brooding. Bobby followed him silently, too scared to speak. He knew just how petty Logan Morgan could be. If Bobby offended him, there would be consequences. After they had walked for a while, Logan suddenly turned around and stared at him, his gaze piercing through Bobby’s thoughts like a laser. “Did you tell your brother where Grace and Sophia are staying, like I asked?”

A man greatly feared by all. His reputation preceded him to be rude, ruthless, and merciless. Now, standing face to face with him, I realized the rumors were true. He was a heartless monster who only care about his gain. This realization of who he was made me want to run away immediately, I don't know how but I know I can't stay here, I don't belong here. Lord Logan's words cut deep through my thoughts and bring me back from my reverie, his sarcasm stinging like a whip. "You are just a pawn in a game you don't understand," he sneered, his eyes glinting with amusement. "A game where you'll do exactly as I say, or face the consequences."

I stutter as I reach the front desk panting, "Okay give me a minute," the guy at the front desk says picking up the phone. He talks through the phone letting him know that we are waiting. Sheriff Issac strides over to us before saying, "What's wrong?" "We think we have found the Silent Man," I say as Sheriff Issac makes a funny face, "Look kids, this is a workplace. No jokes here," he says turning around and walking away, "Let's go and we will show you. I am not lying Mr. Issac," Sally says behind me stopping him,

I just stood there, quietly watching him as he walked, half asleep, toward the refrigerator to get himself a bottle of water. Then he turned around as he drank it and froze when our eyes met. Recognition set in while I maintained eye contact with him and it felt good to see him look so shaken. Lacy, who was completely oblivious to the tension that hung between me and her husband, stepped forward and smiled at him. “Blake darling, this is the private chef I told you about last night. She was my roommate in college and her name is Alex Michigan. She starts the job tomorrow.” She introduced me before turning around to face me.

Logan's P. O. V. I watched Layla walk away with the backstabbing traitor I'd endured his friendship for many years towards the dancing floor. Colonel Morin always prided himself of being the most kind and knowledgeable whenever there's a group. But we all knew he was just as evil as every soul gathered here tonight. Even he had his own skeletons well hidden in his closet. " Now don't look too sad, Logan, Morin doesn't intend to take your woman from you I can assure you that " Nigel's voice brings me back and I looked at him, plastering on a wide smile. He raises his glass towards the nearest empty bar table.

(Logan’s POV) The bastard’s muffled curses leak out from the trunk as I slam the garage door shut behind me. It’s midnight—no neighbors for miles. Just me, him, and the concrete echo of what’s about to happen. I light a cigarette, slow and calm, letting the smoke curl as I pop the trunk. The leader—big guy, scar across his jaw—is gagged and tied, sweat already dripping down his temple. His eyes widen when I smile.

I was petrified. I could sense people storming inside the loft. By the footsteps. I could tell those were a lot. I got confident when I heard Nikola starting off with, ‘“Ah…Ah… my beloved sister-in-law before you start insulting me, I would like to ask what’s the secret ingredient you used that turned him into a sex freak from being so gayish…” I was beyond surprised to hear him say something to Luciano’s wife.