Logo Novels & Stories

I just expect that they don’t choose a pink packaging with fuchsia letters as well. “Calm down, Mark.” Kevin finally spoke – You know we cannot breach contracts; it would be a total waste of money; we could be sued for infringement. We’ve never gone through something like that and we won’t start to do at this point. “I have an idea.” we all turn to the owner of the shy voice.” Maybe they should wait until tomorrow and ask the advertisers who are going to come for advice, they could arrange a meeting with both them and the client and maybe, just maybe, they’ll manage to make them change their mind about the name, they would have to make them understand that it would be commercial suicide even

(Glory of Rajput) Another board had the name of Arjun printed in golden colour. "Arjun Singh Solanki. Yuvraaj. (Prince)" Again Myra didn't understand the Hindi part. And then came the third board where it was Written Meera. Now Myra was fully confused. She immediately pulled the sleeve of Arjun's shirt by saying, "Do you think we should go out? Isn't it weird? Is there something wrong with them? And along with your name, who is this Meera?"

The way she asked made me second guess myself, but the envelope was in the truck and I couldn’t go check it, however, the words were seared inside of my brain. SHEPHERD’S CONSTRUCTION. The logo was a home and a magic hand adding a glittering touch. “Yes it is, why?” She inhales as if trying to find the words, “I’m afraid we don’t have any one by that name working here.”

“If you’re gonna use baseball bats, then at least emboss them with my shop’s name on them.” Tina snorted. “Right, so the bruises are shaped like the logo.” I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Free advertising!”

“Jonah, freeze and zoom. If there’s a plate or a logo, we need to identify it.” Jonah’s hands moved fast, and the screen on his laptop collected frames like evidence tags. He ran a quick stabilization and brought forward the slightly clearer image. The logo sharpened — still blurred at the edges but meaningful now because someone had chosen to look. Elena’s throat closed. The logo had an emblem she knew from a hundred city signs and construction barricades and delivery trucks. It was a corporate crest, the kind her parents had once admitted they didn’t want their daughter to understand until later

It was a brown big box with paper with a little writing on it. From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas ' I hope I'm happy in the end,' I muttered sarcastically and slit the seal. I opened the box and saw a white envelope with the same notes: From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas I took it and checked the back if there were any notes but found none so I just tore open the envelope and took out the letter. It was short and it looked precise. Dear Applicant Todd Thomas, We appreciate your effort and time to apply for Happy Scholarships but we regret to inform you that you were not selected among the chosen. We ask for your patience and understanding. You can apply next year and can be possi

“I wonder how you became a spy if you’re this sloppy.” “I’m not sloppy, you’re just sneaky.” “That’s actually what an idiot could say,” Claudette faced the laptop for Theodore to have a closer look. “Have you noticed how the logo resembles a black mamba? From the snake’s face, to the color, to the body and to the details. The logo represents a black mamba. You heard it from Odette too. The guy who caught her actually had a snake logo on his ring that looked like a black mamba.”

And the first thing Connor would have done to force her to marry him, which she did not want. "Maybe, it's for my good that he left without causing any scene." She mumbled under her breath, feeling a bit glad in her mind. Her eyes once again stopped on the note as for the first time she discovered the special logo printed on the right corner of the top. It's a capital 'W' written in a special symbolic font with a little crown carved on top of it. The design was very simple but has elegance in it, which caught attention at the first glance. A glimpse of royalty.

Enzo barked out instructions to his men, demanding they secure the place and find the said owners of the land that did this. “There’s a sign on the back of the envelope,” answered one of the men. Enzo eyed it, while lines of confusion marred his forehead. “I don’t know what this is.” I took the envelope from him, giving it a long look. It had the image of a falcon in flames. “I know this logo.” I lifted my head to meet Enzo’s gaze. “It belongs to La falchi.” “The falcons?” Enzo’s brows fused into a deep frown.

Fix all the broken things around the pack lands and removing all the rubble and broken trees. More importantly we spent it helping the families that had lost someone and supporting those that had lost their mate as that was one of the hardest things to ever having to deal with, literally loosing the other part of your soul, no one could ever fully recover from that and most chose not to stay in this world.