Logan X Louise Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

Lory’s POV I know what I want, I've actually chosen Jackson for myself, and I know I can't be with anyone else in my life anymore. It is time to be confident and make firm decisions in your life. Selene has brought me back to my parents and she has shown me my choices. "I want you to mark me, Jackson," I said, looking him firmly in the eye. I saw how different emotions changed in Jackson's eyes. His eyes changed color, and once his eyes were in the foreground, his wolf Luke. "Hi, Luke, I want you to be my mate too. I'm sure we'll see you later, but please let Jackson back." I said calmly to him. I know that they are both our mates, and I have made peace with that. Jackson's eyes changed back

I ignored Leo and whispered to Louisa, "I'll buy you everything you want, babe. I'll buy you a rainforest and you can have all the snakes you want." Then, I licked her again. Louisa pressed her tiny hands on my snout and tittered, "Stop licking me! You made me so wet!" Then, feeling embarrassed, she turned crimson and looked away. Women are fascinating, mysterious creatures. I just can't get enough of them. "So, can I have a coordinate or something? Where shall we go?" Leo asked. "Where do you want to go, darling? Leo doesn't know how to lock the car doors, but he'll drive you anywhere you want to go." I wrapped Louisa with my giant puffy tail.

The driver noticed Logan’s glance and picked up the speed. Silence enveloped the inside of the car. Louise stared out into the night. She was tired but fear prevented her from falling asleep. Moments passed before Logan spoke up and asked, “What’s your name?” “Louise Lou,” the woman replied. “What do you do?” “Receptionist.” Logan’s focus was wholly on Louise. He asked. “Where do you live?” Louise turned to face him—the intense eyes were staring at her. “Are you the tax man?”

Her excuse was that there was a bigger issue to focus on – the possibility that Stanley was cheating on Eloise, but now that Eloise has confirmed it to be a misunderstanding, she can no longer avoid talking to Logan. Mary Lou gets off the bed, makes sure that she looks presentable and then heads out of her room with the best smile that she can put on. Logan is standing in the living room with a bouquet of lilies in his hands. Mary Lou takes a moment to acknowledge that he is a very attractive man; tall with an air around him that exudes confidence and power that she is sure he has in abundance. When he hears her walk into the room, he looks directly at her and smiles at her. Mary Lou smiles

She was wearing a yellow summer dress that reached above her knees, exposing her long legs, and it had a wide opening at the top that emphasized her full chest. "Damn, baby, you look so fucking sexy." She stared at him, dumbfounded. "Lorraine, what's taking you so lo–" Demi swallowed her words as soon as she spotted him. "Just great! It's you," she said spitefully. Logan looked her up and down, she looked great, probably ten times sexier and more beautiful than Lorraine. If she did not hate him so much, he would have screwed her a long time ago, but the feeling was mutual; he would never forget how she infiltrated his company to get even with him because of her sister.

Louis ignored him. "Don't you miss me too?" Lorenzo's voice dropped. "What happened to 'I love you, Lorenzo'? Don't you love your husband anymore?" Louis finally looked at him, his eyes cold. "I'm not in the mood for whatever you're on and judging by how cocky you're being, you seem very much fine." "I'm not fine, Louis. Take pity on me." Lorenzo said. "I've been overworking myself. The new car designs…" He paused. "Did Anya tell you? You're going to be the lead for the campaign. The face of the launch."

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.