Logan Walker Novels & Stories

Storming into theirs I kneel down out of breath “ Oh goodness are you alright dear?” grams says running over to me “ yeah I’m fine I just had to walk back here because my car wouldn’t start.” “ I wonder if you were a target.” she mumbled “ what?” “ Nothing dear, go to the kitchen and I’ll make some tea.” I do as she says, watching her make tea I couldn’t help but ask “ Have you heard of this ‘king’ rogue who’s built himself a pack back in the US?”

I noticed a vanity plate that clearly said ‘KINSLEY’ and gulped. Kinsley? Oh no. Was he here because of the poachers or something else? I can’t let him see me. I don’t want Logan to be in trouble with the camp owner. I watched as Logan walked out onto his porch as casual as ever. Involuntarily I licked my lips as I looked at him. He was barefoot in a pair of jeans and a gray muscle shirt that clung to every delectable inch of his broad chest. Even dressed like that, he exuded an aura of power.

"Walker- you won't believe whom I shared homeroom with. Luke- who else? Jenner. Walker- LMFAO. Jenner? Really? Mate, I discarded that scum moments ago. Luke- Fucking bastard. He sent a laughing Emoji. Luke- you broke jenner's heart, you mean to say? Walker- Whatever mate, you're spoiling the fun. Guess who? Luke- She was my last guess. You tell me who? Walker- remember the girl from earlier? The one with a nice butt and a fine face. Luke- Waoh. Way to go mate. You talking about the girl you bumped into on purpose? Walker- Think what you want. But yeah, it's her.

She is the perfect amound of chaos and peace. -r.h. Sin. | Z Y R A | "Your lips look lonely would they like to meet mine?" The fuck. I turned around to look at the owner of the voice only to come face to face with the manwhore of the team. Logan Walker. "Ex-fucking-cuse me?" I was already pissed after dealing with two assholes today and god just keeps adding in it. "Are you a light switch cause you turn me on." He winked at me, still keeping his stupid pick up lines. I take he is not good in reading obvious facial expressions.

“Logan ... this is Jax and AJ ... we live right down here, it’s the only house nearby ... do you guys need a hand or anything” “Well I guess we need to get some transport and help to get the bus out, maybe you know who to call ...”. The guy says looking a bit uncertain. Suddenly a sleek looking guy in expensive slacks and a dirty polo shirt steps up. “Wait I know you ... you are Logan Walker, the actor”. “Uhm yeah I am ... and you are ?” I honestly don’t like him much, he just has an unpleasant aura, and a smell that makes my nose itch, but I remind myself not to judge him without giving him a chance. Maybe he is shaken by the accident.

“I’m Logan Summers. I used to work at the community hall? “ the officer said, he pulled off his security cap to reveal a tousled icy blonde hair that was badly in need of a haircut and bowed his head slightly at Wayne. “Good morning Sir.” Wayne nodded back and took the stack of papers from Jane’s hands. “What’s going on here?” he asked, not smiling. Logan’s grin remained on his long face like hard wax, staring at the both of them as he did so. Although he was not emaciated, he was exceptionally pale and he reminded Jane of a walking corpse. Jane cocked her head, but for the life of her, she could not recall ever talking to him. “Jane doesn’t remember me. I used to fix water dispensers at our

Warped and battle-hardened, dragging scars from a childhood that belonged in a horror film. Justlier, we are all a little messed up ― some slightly more than others. I turned into a modeling nightclub owner with a weakness for emotional self-sabotage and certain words. Jackson turned into a brooding executioner who buries his emotions with his problems in unmarked graves that will never be found. We wear our damage like designer coats. Stack our baggage on top of one another. And now Logan gets to add another suitcase to his pile. I shove the cardboard drink carrier into his hands before I can second-guess it. “Here. Make yourself useful.”

, the voice said. "I'm here to Join the Night Walkers", Carla replied. The door immediately opened. The inside wasn't like any garage. It had steel walls, different Chambers. "Wow!" she exclaimed. "Come right this way ma'am," a lady in white ushered her to a room filled with young people like her, going through different training. "Welcome Carla," Logan said. Carla was surprised he knew her name. "I am Professor Logan, the coach of night walkers. I know you're surprised I know your name, but that's for me to know and you to wonder how I know what I know." He said.

We had a hard time choosing movie because Haneefah is a pain in the ass when it comes to movies. I love horror movies and she isn't brave enough to watch it. Soon we settled on a Korean movie tittled Scholar who works at night. Though the movie was very interesting, all I could think of was the breathtaking Yaya Haneef. We watched about 4 episodes before Haneefah started sleeping and we called it a day. I retired to the room, laid on the bed, said my Azkhar and went to sleep thinking about My haneef. My full name is Ikhlas Ajoke Muhammad. yes!! I am a Yoruba girl from Oyo state in southern Nigeria.

Torches lined the black stone walls, casting flickering light across the gathered warriors, their armor scarred from countless battles. At the head of the hall, lounging in a carved obsidian throne, sat Valerian—Alpha of the Night Walker Pack. He was a sight to behold. Rugged. Uncompromising. Every inch of him spoke of raw power and the relentless life he had lived. His hair was dark, thick, and untamed, falling just past his shoulders in careless waves. A jagged scar ran from the corner of his left brow down to the edge of his cheekbone, a mark of a battle he had won—and one he wore with pride. His jaw was strong, covered in a rough stubble that did little to hide the sharpness of his featu