Logan Paul Forest Hat Novels & Stories

(Paul) “...something along the line, like that…you certainly looked the same as always…let’s head inside so we can talk more about it…also, Paul..if you are going to wear a flowery shirts with a straw hats…can you also wear a footwear or something?…” Paul were still bubbly and happy as always, despite him being a skull, for some reason today he decided to wear like a Hawaiian fashion but for some reason, he wasn’t wearing shoes or slipper or anything just his bare bone foots, this guy is someone that is quirky like this, to me he is always fun to be around with. And perhaps he is the only person in Aeternum that actually always dared to be casually treating me like this, where no one ever da

Slade had gotten us a party bus so we had tons of room. “Say wasted,” Angie shouted as we all posed. “WASTED,” everyone shouted. “Wasted but still coming home to me,” I heard, just in my ear as I was trying to adjust my sash. I turned to look into Lukas’ eyes. His hair was really shaggy, Pearl was going to trim it before the wedding. His thick brown waves stuck out from under his usual baseball hat. I pulled back a bit and trailed down his body. Red Hot Chili Peppers t-shirt, dark blue jeans and bright blue sneakers to match his hat.

I whispered back, glaring at her. Great! Now we’re going to get fired, because of her stupidity! I was mentally yelling angry as hell, thinking we were gonna end up in the street once again. “Logan, you didn’t mention we have guests,” A blonde, gorgeous girl with similar features as Logan’s spoke, smiling at us while she sat next to a handsome man, her arm tangled with his.

Without warning he stopped abruptly and Sabrina nearly crashed into him from behind. “I should buy a hat.” He turned to face her as the two stood to the side of a merchandise concession stand. “I'd like to wear a proper Yankees hat instead of this thing.” He removed the Polo hat he’d worn since their arrival in New York and Sabrina got another much appreciated sight of his hair ruffled into a perfect tangle. “Which one do you like?” Sabrina asked, looking up and down at the various ball caps and other baseball paraphernalia. “That black one,” he said, pointing to a cap in the top corner of the stand. Sabrina nodded and marched up to the stand.

The tablet screen was then shown and he again said, "Sir, you see that this hat is very similar to that of the eldest son of the Leopald family, he is now expected to be the main heir of the Leopald family and run the business next." The hat was indeed exactly the same as what Marteen had worn during the family photo on their last vacation. Dantley forgot to take the hat home and only took Marteen's other clothes. Marteen himself loved wearing hats and the one he found was his favorite. It was a classic brown round hat with a lightning bolt logo in the center. "Oh my... You shouldn't accuse someone just because of a hat." Sami who was still trying to save Leopald from falling. "Sir, the Leop

It was clear from their faces though that whatever Laura was doing to the back of my head wasn’t working. It was a REALLY big chunk of hair that had just burned off. I highly doubted there was any ‘fixing’ it. “A hat!” Laura said suddenly. “We can cover it.” “Great,” I said, glaring at Laura through the mirror. “Just what I want to wear for the next four days in Vegas. A fucking hat.” “Come on now, Cass,” Stella said. “It was an accident. Laura already feels bad enough.” “Right,” I scoffed sarcastically. But Laura was already dashing off to find me a hat. Moments later, she emerged from the bedroom with a baseball cap.

I wondered if the pack of dark marshes would declare war on my pack. The day I returned to the pack, I heard loud laughter coming from outside as I entered the Official house of the pack. Paul got out of his car, followed by dozens of his men. He was dressed in a loud way as always. Today, he wore leopard fur. His shiny fur collar wrapped around his neck like a fox tail. His face looked greasier than usual, as if he had not evenly applied his skin cream. His big belly of beer made him look chubby. It looked like he was well fed in the Dark Swamp Pack.

I wrinkled my nose at their answers. "So, what're your thoughts? Darien…" June pointed to the creep himself as he laughed with some guys from the cabin he’s in charge of. " Marcus…" she smirked, pointing to Marcus, who was tuning a guitar. "Or the ever-mysterious Mister Logan,” she sighed, pointing to Logan. I'm sure if this was a cartoon, my jaw would have comically hit the ground. Logan had taken off his shirt while he swung an ax, chopping firewood. Thick dark brown hairs covered Logan’s chest just as I had glimpsed this morning.