Logan Walker Novels & Stories

Logan sighed inwardly. He had to convince Gordon that he was not one to be messed with. Otherwise, not only he but Etiennette and the restaurant would probably face much trouble in the future. 'You wanna challenge me? Game on,' thought Logan. "I'm Logan Pearce, just a student at Ridgeview University. Any problems with that?" Despite the casual tone, Logan's eyes revealed a flicker of disdain.

He looked familiar as well. “You must be Leah.” He smiled, as I stood to attention in front of the sofa. He outstretched his hand as I looked at him confused. “Oh, apologies, where are my manners. I am Jack Carter, Logans father.” I let out a sigh of relief and accepted his hand, shaking it. “Logan is at the office at the moment.” I explained. “I know, I actually came here to see you.” I tilted my head intrigued. “Have you seen the news?”

You know the Fosters. Everyone does. From the beautiful Victorian on the bend. A stone’s throw from the canal. Damon was a policeman, back in the day. Discharged on pension. Went on to become a cardiologist—best one within a reasonable drive. I hear they pay him a fortune.

The unknown driver quickly whined down his glasses, I checked the person to find out the said Bentley driver is Logan. "Hey, how're doing, it's been ages, look at you now, all muscled and hard chinned, em Jamicans babes, been rushing ya", Logan squeaked in his Jamaican accent. "I get, you manwhore, looking for who to add to your group of man whores, but thank you I'm not interested", I said loudly. "So how is life here, I guess things are really hard here", I asked Logan. "Man life's good, no too much stress, as long as you're ready to mind your business with no tongue waggling", Logan said.