Logan X Louise Novels & Stories

Louise embraced Lorist over the counter and powerfully established two kisses on his cheeks. "Did you return as of late? Take a gander at you, unfortunate Locke… You've gotten such a great deal more slender and tanned during the beyond a half year! All of were stressed over you and couldn't get our personalities off you. You didn't send us any letters for such a long time. We were truly stressed something terrible happened to you… " Louise began prattling on.

***Dru's POV*** Louise’s Silverado reeked of gasoline and cigarettes—that acrid tang of chemical menthol clinging to the upholstery like a threat—but all I could smell was Dragon’s spearmint. Phantom and persistent, it clung to my collar where he’d gripped me—steady hands amid Hank’s rifle tremor. My wrist throbbed where Louise had dragged me into the truck, the skin still raw under his bandage. A kindness, flayed away. Louise hummed along to the static-riddled gospel station, her fingers drumming the wheel like she hadn’t just flicked her lighter into the gasoline pooling beneath Dragon’s throat. The spearmint sharpened, cool and green, and my pulse thrummed like it had when he’d leaned in,

However, just as I was about to drive back, I noticed someone standing beside my car. When I walked closer, I realized—it was Kelvin. His wolf snarled in fury the moment I approached. "Ella, what did you say to my mother? Don't even dream I'll change my mind. I've already marked Amanda. Go check her neck if you don't believe me," he snapped, his tone cold and cutting. "I've said it before: there's only one Luna—and that title belongs to her." As he spoke, Amanda appeared behind him, her smile bursting like fireworks in the air.

I glanced at Martha who was getting jumpy again but trying to be calm in front of this woman. "I'm Lou Teasdale. I'm the lads' hairdresser. It's a pleasure to meet you two!" Lou says so joyfully. "Can I hug you? I've been wanting to meet you!" Martha exclaimed. Lou laughs softly, "Well, of course honey!" The two hugged each other and I just stood there smiling. "And this is my little girl named Lux." Lou introduces while carrying the blond baby girl on her arms. "Hi Lux." I waved at her.

It's going to be hard on Rosy and Louise part. . c.m. louden

Some of them even took pictures and videos, uploading them to social media. “Louisa, oh my God. You know all the right people!” “Wow! There’s eight million and eight hundred thousand dollars here! I would never be able to earn this much!” Louisa’s classmates looked envious. Louisa smiled widely hearing them fawn over her. She stepped closer to the middle-aged man. The man was Leonardo Logan. He was an important business owner with many businesses and was relatively wealthy. “You’re the best, Leonardo.” Louisa looked at Leonardo, her whole body melded to his. If there were not so many people around, she would have rewarded him properly.

Louise also thought Lizzie shouldn't cling to the past. Lizzie took a sip of her drink, trying to calm the turmoil within her. She didn't dare to imagine her future, how quiet her days would be, how "good" they would be. She couldn't imagine how Bruno would treat her. Louise turned to look out the window, spotting a vaguely familiar figure. She saw a long-haired woman in a sexy, red, tight dress clinging to him, "Lizzie, look, that man looks a lot like your husband." Lizzie heard Louise's words and turned to look out the window. But she couldn't see anything. A sapphire blue Porsche quickly drove out of their sight, dark tinted windows obstructing her view.

"Looks like you're in a bit of a pickle, Lou." Louisa glared at me, her eyes flashing with anger. "Shut up, Alex," she spat, trying to sound dignified despite her bedraggled appearance. But I just laughed, mercilessly. "Oh, Lou, you're so adorable when you're all wet and muddy. I'm surprised you didn't plan this little stunt just to get my attention." Louisa's face turned bright red with rage. "You ! Just shut up! Jerk!!" I couldn't resist one last jab. As Louisa was about to get into the car, I grinned at her and said, "Oh, I don't think so, Lou. You're not getting in that easily."

A smile that did not reach her face. Cassandra. My childhood friend. Or rather, the daughter of my father's closest ally. We had grown up together. We played together. Fought together. And then we had grown up, and she had decided she wanted to be Luna. I hated her. Not because she was cruel or stupid. She was neither. I hated her because she had tried to climb into my bed at least six times in the last two years. At pack celebrations. At royal balls. At my own birthday party, while my parents were in the next room. She was relentless and she did not take hints.

"Thank you and I'm sorry for causing trouble." "I'll be there, don't hang up," Johanna said. Louise closed her eyes as the door on her closet opened. She held her mouth and quickly tapped on her phone. She sent her password to Johanna quickly and locked her phone. "Louise!" the woman started breaking things inside her glamorous walk-in closet. She peeked through the clothes. The woman turned wearing a clown mask. "You don't have to hide from you. I did promise to come back to you, didn't I?"