Logan Walker Novels & Stories

"Rhychard! Rhychard! Wait up a second, Rhychard." Welcoming any delay to work for his mother, Rhychard turned as Logan McGarrett, the groundskeeper for Whispering Oaks, approached him. "Morning, Logan." Rhychard waved at the older man as he approached. Logan had been the groundskeeper at the condos for thirteen years and grew closer to retirement as long as the government stopped upping the age requirement. He was a talkative old man who could tell you everything about everyone who lived there, although "it was none of his business and he hated busybodies." However, ten minutes of listening to Logan could gain a person more knowledge than they wanted about their neighbors.

Logan turned his gaze forward, walking past Cassius, who could only remain silent. Mr. Logan walked through the dark hospital corridors. He was angry, very angry, because he had gotten what he wanted all along. But, damn it, he couldn’t get Jaxter out of the country quickly due to his condition. Why are kids these days so hard to control! He thought to himself as he left the place quickly.

"I hope we don't see each other again." Beth smiled widely. "I hope so too, Mr. Burger." Beth immediately covered her mouth, when she saw the glint in the man's black eyes. The man approached and pushed Beth against the wall. "Once again you call me that, I won't hesitate to kiss you!" Logan is known as a quiet man and a heartbreaker for women who have a crush on him. This man is a certified playboy, he accepts all women who come, then just dumps her after the women warm his bed.

Logan warned in a playful tone even though he was damn serious about it. “Fine man, she is all yours,” Bart chuckled and threw his hands in the air, and then he turned around and walked out. Logan looked at Orla and she gave him a funny but confusing glare. “What?” he muttered and spread his arms in curiosity. Orla smiled. “Mr. Logan Stewart, are you always this possessive and jealous? I thought you were cool,” she teased. Logan snickered. “Well, I am not jealous or possessive, I just don’t trust Bart because I know what he can do. I told you he is a womanizer, he can’t resist anything in a skirt,” he replied.

Nonetheless, all that meant nothing when all he came back to was an empty house. Loud footsteps echoed into the late cold autumn night, accompanied by nothing but a cold silence that filled the empty house. The silence was nothing new, but his anger was something different, and not only did it spark his interest, but his workers’ too. Logan Parker did not just stink of wealth; his ego was bigger than his bank accounts. He was the most influential man, and his unapologetic and ruthless nature was just an icing to the black cake. He was not a friendly person, but he did not mind throwing his employees with a few ‘hellos’ and ‘how are you’ accompanied by his famous curt nods every now and then.

“You did need to get that dog on a leash before I give him a beating he won’t soon forget.” I laughed outright, unable to control the imagery of what Logan attempting to do that would look like. He’s never been a fighter. Way more worried about looking pretty. I eyed his perfectly manicured goatee. “What’s so damn funny?” He said angrily. “Give that a go, Logan.” “I just might.” I shrugged. Very confident that if Porter could be the head of security for the Red Tar, he’d have no issue dealing with Logan Walker’s finely pressed ass. “This isn’t my fault, and you know it.” I glared at him.

Another photo of him holding one of his children in his arms, his woman at his side… Nathan Lockwood and wife spotted at charity gala… and with them attended their little twins… Arina and Jacob, seen for the first time since birth at two years old. My stomach turned. There he was. In a tailored suit. Smiling for the cameras like he didn’t have blood on his hands or a past that meant anything. Like I didn’t exist. A mate that he chose to simply ignore and rather than reject, he couldn’t care less. Like she didn’t exist.

I said, "I could keep you company sometimes." "You'll be late for school." he said and walked away. You won't be playing hard to get for too long. ** I saw Adam on my way to 5th period, he was standing at someone else's locker, the owner peeked out on the other side of the locker and I couldn't lie, she was pretty, way prettier than me, silky brown hair and hazel eyes, with full lips painted a nice rosy pink. She had on a black plaid skirt, a black hoodie and was wearing converse sneakers.

“You’re not lying. Then why was the human interested in her?” “They were old friends,” he simply told him. “He didn’t take no for an answer.” Lucifer shook his head. Lowered his sword to the growed, as he looked to be in thought. “How did she set all those souls out of the graveyard?” “She is a Spirit Walker,” he answered. Lucifer whistled, “Damn, I wasn’t going to win. Was I?” With a final look around. He turned at his hips and he was gone. In puff of smoke.

She had hoped that she could become as pretty as her when she grew older and attract attention from many men. The man she had liked at that time was a gangster in Cat Alley called Logan. Logan was five years older than her and was a loyal fan of Sugar. He always thought of ways of getting Sugar's attention by waiting outside of her house. Sugar had no feelings for Logan. However, Sugar had been brought home by one of the gangsters one night, and Logan came along. He heard sounds from Sugar and the gangster in the house, so Logan had uncontrollably thrown stones into the gangster's window. At that time, Rosa had saved Logan.