Novel & Cerita Logan

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the deserted streets. Helena crouched in the shadows, the thick most of the night helping to conceal her, heart pounding with adrenaline as she scanned the area for any sign of movement. The air was thick with the scent of fear and the coppery tang of blood. She knew she was getting closer to her target, a rogue vampire who had been terrorizing the town for weeks.

I don't want to be accused of being rude. Mrs. Lorenzo observes the bottle and then she turns to her husband and nods. I guess it's the real stuff. It looks like a perfume, guess I'm going to spray the stuff on her. "Are you guys sure that's the real thing?" Dad asks Mrs. Lorenzo, she looks at the old man and he nods. What happened to this man? Did he lose his voice or something? "Okay." Dad gets up and so does mom and I follow. Mrs. Lorenzo gives him the vervain.

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The door slammed open. Lucian stepped in, tall and commanding, his black suit sharp, his eyes cold. He looked at me like I was nothing more than an accessory he had paid for. “You’re not ready?” His voice sliced through the air. I turned slightly, lips pressed tight. “I am ready.” He walked closer, his gaze raking over me. “Fix your posture. Chin up. You’ll smile, you’ll behave, and you’ll look perfect. Or do I need to remind you who you are without my name?”

The gym stayed dark, lights off since Lily shut it down a week ago. No music. No neon signs humming above the door. They stayed toward the back where shadows kept the windows from showing too much. Hawk liked it that way. Quiet, hidden. Less chance someone would knock or worse, walk in uninvited.

she said with a sigh, taking a sip from her straw. Lilly had the face of an angel adorned with tattoos. There was one just above her eyebrow and several scattered along her arms. She had honey blonde hair, dark brown eyes, a mole above her lip, a septum piercing, and multiple piercings in her earlobe. Leah had shoulder-length red hair and caramel-brown skin that matched her eyes. Zeek had dark brown hair and eyebrows, with a small patch of white on his hand that he had turned into an art piece. I noticed he had vitiligo, which fascinated me.

Laura's eyes rolled around like two marbles in an empty tomato sauce can. My Tessa was the cheerleader, "Oh fuck! Yeah, baby. Fuck her! Fuck Frankie Tor. Oh Tor, this cock feels so good. I love riding cock. I'm fucking your best friend Tor, look at me." I did. She was a sweaty blissful mess sliding back and forth on Lars. Her breasts were hidden under his hands. Lars' face was a picture of concentration. I could imagine what he was thinking, This is never gonna happen again, so I need to remember every second. I know that's what I thought.

“I’m here for a tattoo.” He leaned back, arms folding across his broad chest. The motion made the fabric of his shirt strain. “You? A tattoo?” He laughed, low and cruel. “Let me guess. Tiny heart on your wrist? Or maybe a quote about ‘strength’ in some flowery script so everyone knows how deep you are.” I pulled out my phone and showed him the design. “Lower back. Crescent moon with vines. I have the reference.”

Bright

I asked, my brows knitting together in confusion. "Home." "Ohh," I said in a small voice laced with disappointment. "You want me to stay". He stated more than asked, turning to look at me with an expressionless gaze. "Pretty please?". I gave him my best puppy eyes, hoping he'd fall for them. "You'll have to convince me more". He leaned on the kitchen door, his lips stretching out in his signature smirk. Damn him. Everyone would fall for my puppy eyes but obviously not Lucian.