Logan Paul Forest Hat Novels & Stories

On my 18th birthday, my adoptive uncle, Roderick Campbell, discovers my journal. He immediately starts berating me. "How could you have such dirty thoughts about me, Savannah? I never would've expected you to be like this!" I apologize to him and say I should never have developed feelings for him. However, he still banishes me abroad. Then, he has a grand wedding with his first love. Later, I return to the country with a child. Roderick looks at me in astonishment. "Who is this kid?" I hold the child closer. "My son. He's three this year." I turn to Danny Tucker and say, "Say hi, Danny."

“Omega! A mere omega! The moon goddess dares to pair me with a mere omega!” He laments in fury and I’m tempted to roll my eyes. That’s a very typical thing for a spoiled brat like him to say. “Alpha Carter …” I start to talk but he cuts me off with a shout. “Shut your mouth! You do not talk when I’m talking!” He orders and I quietly nod my head. “Now you listen to me, you are my mate, but I’m not going to accept you. You are nothing but a mere omega. As if that’s not enough, you are the daughter of the man who tried to kill my father. I will never accept you as my mate” He sneers and I just keep looking at him like he has lost his mind. He is an Alpha. She is an outcast. They are meant to be together as Alpha and Luna. It all starts with an arranged marriage…

Blurb Smoke. The same scent that long to the bed sheets the night I died, only this time when I opened my eyes the smoke wasn't from fire but from the Alpha's cigar and the reflection in the mirror wasn't mine. Pale skin and golden eyes, a frail Omega trembling under the dim light of the room stared back at me. “Lyra?” A voice snarled. “You still exist?” His hatred sliced through my soul and I winced and touched my stomach. I had died carrying a child once, I won't die again.

Everyone believes Aria Vale has everything. Daughter of the elusive billionaire founder of Vale Global, she lives behind quiet luxury and a reputation for kindness. To give back, Aria secretly funds scholarships for underprivileged students at Northbridge University, never revealing that she is the real heiress behind the fortune. One of those students is Lena Ward—a girl Aria rescues from poverty and personally sponsors. But Lena wants more than a scholarship. When Lena discovers who Aria really is, she begins weaving a dangerous lie—slowly convincing everyone at the university that she is the mysterious Vale heiress. Suddenly Aria becomes invisible. Her classmates mock her. Professors doubt her. And the man she thought loved her—Daniel Hart, charming, ambitious, and dangerously opportunistic—abandons her the moment Lena claims the billionaire name. But Lena’s biggest mistake is thinking Aria is weak. Because Aria Vale isn’t just a quiet girl with money. She’s the heir to a business empire built on ruthless strategy—and she’s about to prove that kindness should never be mistaken for helplessness. As secrets unravel and alliances shift, Aria prepares the ultimate revenge. But when Adrian Cross, a cold and powerful rival billionaire, enters her life with his own hidden agenda, Aria realizes something terrifying: The lies surrounding her identity may run far deeper than Lena’s betrayal. And someone might be trying to erase the real heiress entirely.

There's a saying that circulates among anglers: "If a dead fish still takes the bait… reel in and leave." The day I went fishing with my dad, we ran into exactly that. What unsettled me was not the fish. It was the look on my dad's face: an excitement that felt completely wrong. Then a message flashed across my livestream, and a chill ran down my spine. [Get out. Now. Your dad is about to trade your life for the one who died in this river a year ago.]

My daughter, Annabelle Turner, was diagnosed with hereditary heart disease. I spent the past five years searching for a compatible heart donor for her. Now, I finally found one. Right before Annabelle is sent into the surgery room, my husband and renowned cardiologist, Gabriel Turner, tearfully makes me a promise. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll make sure Annabelle gets a shot at life again." Yet halfway through the surgery, Gabriel suddenly leaves in a hurry without giving any explanation. I stumble into the surgery room and see Annabelle lying on the operating table, covered in blood. Her chest is cut wide open, laid bare for all to see. Tyler Rotwell, Gabriel's assistant, stammers out, "Dr. Turner said… that Anna can still hold on a little longer, but Ms. Byron's son can't. "Dr. Turner took the heart that was meant for Anna and left…" I immediately break down and repeatedly call Gabriel's number, but Gabriel never answers a single call, not even when Anna's blood has completely dried… While settling my daughter's post-mortem affairs, I happen to see a newly posted update on Gabriel's childhood friend, Suzanne Byron's social media. "Turns out it was just a misdiagnosis," was what the caption read. "In that case, let's give this useless little thing to our good boy Oscar as a treat!" The video attached depicts Suzanne's dog Oscar tearing into the heart that was supposed to be donated to Annabelle. As I turn to look at Annabelle's cold body, the last shred of love I have for Gabriel starts crumbling apart. By the time Gabriel finally remembers Annabelle, whom he left on the operating table, only an empty bedroom and an urn containing her ashes would greet him…

He married me for revenge. I married him to protect my father. On our wedding night, he looked at me like I was nothing. Three days before my wedding, I was drugged. I lost my first time to a stranger in that night. Three days later, I was forced to marry Leonard Eastwood—the most powerful man in the city. He despised me. He said I married him for money. He said I was greedy. He said I wasn’t pure. But every night, he searched for a woman he couldn’t forget— A wild girl from a hotel suite. A girl who bit him. A girl who vanished before he saw her face. What he doesn’t know is that— But before we ever stood at the wedding— We had already shared a night in the dark. And when he finally discovered the truth— The man who once said, “The daughter of a whore can’t be innocent,” Was the one kneeling in front of me, begging not to lose me.

"I will never love a person like you." she spat in the face of the person who caged her between his arms and wall. The almighty Parker Bickett, the heir of the biggest group in the state, for whom people are dying to get one glance and hands to shake for the welfare of their life and job, was entirely shunned by the words of this lady between his arms. He wanted her, from the very start, but his coward self from 10 years ago never let him have her till this date. Jane Martin, the girl he fell in love with during their youth, but never accepted till she fell apart from him. He did everything in his hands, from begging to get humiliation, rejection to ignore, but when would she see his sincerity and set him free from this dark well of guilt and pain that he lived alone all these years.

When Alexander Smith stands in front of me and says he's going to marry someone else, that's when I realize he's been reborn too. I remember our 20 years of love in our past life. A plane crash. And then, rebirth. "This is to save Sophia," he says. "In our past life, she was sold to a Vostmark oligarch after her father's political scandal. Not long after, she took her own life due to abuse. I can't let that tragedy happen again, so I need to get engaged to her." As he speaks, he hands me an orange prescription bottle. "If you take this, you'll forget me for a little while. You won't feel the pain. It's just seven days. Once her father's scandal blows over, you'll stop the medication and your memory will return. Then I'll end the engagement and officially propose to you." I stare at the bottle, knowing it's a lie. Not the part about Sophia's suicide. The lie is about the drug. He thinks it only causes temporary memory loss. But I know better. The suppressant causes permanent damage to emotional memory. The seven-day countdown isn't the time it takes for my memories to return. It's the time it takes for my love for him to die.

My mate, Alpha Lucius, was kissing me when I heard it slip through his mind-link. “My sweet little pup. Daddy’s moving you and Mommy into the new villa tomorrow. I built it just for you.” That’s when I knew. The villa he’d spent a fortune of my pack’s money on… was a love nest. For his bastard and his whore, Clara. He didn't even notice I'd gone cold, too busy bragging about his re-election as Alliance Chairman. He’d been Chairman for four years. Everyone thought his re-election was a sure thing. But the fool forgot. He was only the most powerful Alpha because of me. He was only Chairman because of me. Because of my Silver Moon Pack. Because of my bloodline. I shoved him away. I sent an urgent mind-link to my father. "Lucius has betrayed the Silver Moon bloodline. He and that omega bitch… they’re going to die."