Logan Novels & Stories

As the class ended Laura made sure she was the last person to leave, because she was afraid there would be a wet spot on the back of her pink miniskirt. Thinking quickly, Laura loosened the straps on her book bag, so it would cover her ass, just in case. Then she hurried to the ladies restroom. However, with every step after being loosened, Laura's book bag kept lightly slapping her pert ass.

Mark. He wasn’t what I expected. No paunch. No smile lines. No faded dad-jeans. No, this man was cut from darker cloth, salt-and-pepper hair buzzed short, black T-shirt molded to his chest, jeans slung low on narrow hips, and a silver chain peeking from beneath his collar like a secret. His eyes found mine. Grey. Hard. Flat. Like stone just before it cracks. “You’re Lila.” I nodded, throat dry.

Kate added, “and good at playing or hacking Dungeon Raydens.” “Hmm?” “That’s easy, right? I mean, how many high-schoolers are fluent in Korean?” “Mollayo,” Lor slurred. “Oppa… hokshi, Messi joh-ahaseyo?” Lor drifted into sleep.

Chapter 5 Hannah's POV Manila is nothing like the island. On the island, you can hear the breath of the ocean; here, all you hear is the suffocating roar of engines and the impatient honking of jeepneys. The air doesn't smell like salt and roasting corn; it smells like exhaust and old rain. ​It has been three months since the black helicopters took Luke away. Three months of silence. ​I smoothed out my blazer—the most professional thing I owned—and looked up at the glass giant standing in the heart of Makati. CROMWELL LEGACY. The name was embossed in silver, gleaming under the harsh midday sun. It looked untouchable.

“Remember our agreement? I dictate. You obey.” “I remember.” “Good.” he said without letting me finish speaking. “I also remember that I paid two hundred dollars for this package.” “And so what?” he replied arrogantly. “And I’m the customer.” “And I'm your trainer.” he fired back. I opened my mouth, then closed it. Arthur smiled. “Exactly. I see you are one stubborn trainee but I'm more stubborn than you.” I pointed toward the bathroom. “Whatever!” I rolled my eyes.. “I am not going back in there.”

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

It was a simple black tank top that cut off above the midriff. There was a Spade on the front with a “Q” inside of it, and on the back, black letters spelled out “Certified Black Cock Slut”. It arrived in a plain brown box with a note that read “NO BRA!!!”. The words were underlined several times, and the note was signed “June Maki, CoS Wardrobe Department”. After trying it on in the mirror, sans bra of course, I made a mental note to give June the biggest hug in the world when I finally met her.

Stephanie Our argument started over nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing. “You’re being ridiculous, Steph,” Mark said, his knuckles white on the steering wheel of his shitty Volkswagen. We were an hour outside the city, in the middle of fucking nowhere, because he’d wanted to “take a scenic drive” to cool off after our last fight. Genius idea. “Am I being ridiculous? You’re the one who literally liked her picture. The one in the bikini. At the pool. That I was at!”

I could hear the ribald laughter of the guys above the sounds of the showers going. I waited a few seconds to be sure the coach was on his merry way, then entered the steam-filled room. “Hey boys,” I called out in a soft, sultry voice, standing in nothing but stiletto heels and a coy smile. “The name’s Lindsey and I wanna have some fun. Who’s game to fuck? Quarterback Jonathan, one of the few guys I knew by name, looked as speechless as the rest but he recovered quickly. “Not that the offer’s not hot but if coach sees you in here-“

Thank fuck for that, this was getting embarrassing. “Um, I am 21. I am live here in the Kingdom on the outskirts in town called Lohan. I am training to be a nursery teacher and I don’t know what else to say. Oh call me Angel” she says smiling shyly at us. She’s blushing and I love it. She is so adorable when she blushes. “Wow a nursery teacher” says Nova. “You will do well with Logan then. He is basically an overgrown toddler at times” Logan looks insulted but Angelina giggles at this comment and we are so enchanted by it no one can be mad.