Logan X Kurt Novels & Stories

John scolded. “I don’t think she’s all that innocent with how much shit I see is broken. And Kurt doesn’t seem offended or embarrassed. Hell, the kid is smirking.” Logan snorted, making Isis blush harder, and Kurt smirked. “Logan… you’re my Alpha, and I respect you. But you’re also my brother, so I will kick your ass if you keep this up.” John shook his head. “Kurt spent too much time following you around with Jonathan. So, of course, he became a degenerate without the sense to feel embarrassed when someone openly discusses his private life.” He sighed.

Pedro wondered silently, a mix of irritation and curiosity swirling within him. "Hey, Assh*le," Kurt greeted, his tone laced with a hint of mischief. "Why are you here, you pr*ck? And why did you bring these two along?" Pedro replied, his annoyance evident. He had a strong inkling about their intentions. Logan interjected, adding to the lighthearted exchange, "You still look handsome, Pedro," his flamboyant demeanor tinged with a touch of playfulness that sent a shiver down Pedro's spine.

Lick my shoes! Kurt pointed at his shiny crocodile leather shoes, saying, "For Pamela's sake, I can introduce you to some big shots. As for whether you can seal the deal, that'll depend on your capabilities." "You better get lost!" Woody's snapped. Kurt, who had been arrogant all this while, instantly turned pale from shock. He felt like he had been thrown into a freezer as he felt a bone-piercing chill. He couldn't even move his limbs. Woody's gaze was terrifying! Woody shoved Kurt aside and strode away.

Logan asked. Logan had given Kurt a chance, and the latter was thrilled. Logan had entrusted him with a task and issued orders, a great honor. He believed that it was only a matter of time before he became Logan's apprentice. "I'm deeply honored and grateful. Mr. Pearce, my team will provide Miss Lovette with the best care," Kurt replied with joy. "You may leave only when she's completely out of danger, understood?" Logan reminded with his hands behind his back. "Understood. Thank you for believing in me," Kurt expressed with delight.

Kurt asked and Ronan nodded enthusiastically. “Yes. Daddy looks like me but he says I'm more handsome than he was” Ronan boasted proudly. Kurt threw his head back and laughed. His eyes watered when he was done but he hugged Ronan close to his chest. “I agree. You are more handsome than your dad, Little Ro” Kurt mused and pressed a kiss on Ronan’s curly hair. I didn't miss that everyone called Ronan Little Ro. It was almost as if they had a silent agreement to do so.

He said dismissively. “What? Miss de Kock? Logan, it is me!” She pointed at herself. Logan turned to look at her, giving her a cold glare. “Lorraine.” She whispered, hurt that Logan suddenly did not know her. Lorraine de Kock was one of Miss South Africa’s finalists and Logan Parker’s sex buddy. She wanted more, but as usual, Logan was only looking for fun. “It is Mr Parker, Miss de Kock.” He said in an aloof voice. “What happened between us was fun, but it was long over.”

"It's been long we had a little fun." "Baby...." Wesley drawled. "And I think it's high time Laurel and I head home." Kurt suddenly rose up to his feet. He hadn't had anything to eat or drink other than a glass of water. Strictly because he hardly eat out and he never drinks. I really didn't know the kind of beef he has with alcohol. "Oh come on Kurty," Liam teased. "It's too early to have her all to yourself. I mean that's what you do everyday."

They were there to talk shop but were interrupted by the scuffle outside. Naturally, Kurt was actually surprised when he stepped out and found someone messing around on his turf!" "Mr. Stinson! Mr. Stison! It's me, Kait Wooper!" Kait was beaming as soon as he saw Kurt—now, he could get Frank sorted out easily thanks to his connection with Kurt! "Kait Wooper? What the hell is this?" Kurt was frowning even as he strode toward Kait. Kait was just a common street thug operating in the area, and Kurt had turned down his offer to join his gang.

"That would be nice." "Alright, wait here, I'll get you some water," Kurt told him and gently pulled out his soaked hand from underneath Dirk's pants. He brought the hand to his nose and with a contented smile took a long whiff of their mate's seed. "Fuck!" he groaned and hurried into the bathroom. When he returned, he carried in his hand a warm towel and a clean change of clothes for Dirk. He then began to undress the still quivering Lion and not a sound left Dirk's tired throat all the while Kurt cleaned him up and got him into the fresh clothes.