Mister Sinister Logan Novels & Stories

Logan used the opportunity to assess the man closely. Logan saw him as a man of unwavering determination and conviction. With his jet-black, short hair framing his face, his hazel eyes appeared to radiate a resolute intensity. They were sharp and observant, reflecting his keen instincts and unwavering focus when facing the forces of darkness.

Logan said with an evil smirk that played across the corner of her lips, making her look like a real mafia queen. "You are so smart. I was thinking of doing that. Our thoughts are the same. I guess we are in the same league," Emma said, laughing wickedly. "Shut up your mouth. We can never be in the same league. Just because I deal with you doesn't mean we belong to the same league. Watch what you say so that you won't regret it. Don't forget you are dealing with MORGAN LOGAN," Mrs. Logan said in her darkest tone, emphasizing her name. She looked terrified but pretended not to be.

He is the one who did the mistake. “Thank you so much, Mr.Stone. ” I said and didn’t hide the sarcasm. His eyes suddenly darkened and said, “You may leave now. I will give you a call after a few minutes.” I nodded and left his cabin and went directly to my desk by ignoring all five pairs of eyes on me with curiosity. “What happened? ” Rani asked. “The guy I talked to you about is our Boss. ” I replied in a whisper. “Really? You even called him an idiot right. Did he fire you? ” she asked me worried.

“I’m Logan Summers. I used to work at the community hall? “ the officer said, he pulled off his security cap to reveal a tousled icy blonde hair that was badly in need of a haircut and bowed his head slightly at Wayne. “Good morning Sir.” Wayne nodded back and took the stack of papers from Jane’s hands. “What’s going on here?” he asked, not smiling. Logan’s grin remained on his long face like hard wax, staring at the both of them as he did so. Although he was not emaciated, he was exceptionally pale and he reminded Jane of a walking corpse. Jane cocked her head, but for the life of her, she could not recall ever talking to him. “Jane doesn’t remember me. I used to fix water dispensers at our

I’d convince him overnight that killing the Luna and the beta’s wife was a really cruel move, and he had decided to go share his condolences with them. That was why I’m sat alone inside the big vehicle he came in, something I overheard one of the pack members called a limousine as they gossiped about my departure. The inside was filled with his scent, mesmerizing and soothing to the nerves. Everything about him just makes me feel so safe. Logan is really a bitter man for trying to mess up my happiness. The moon goddess finally remembered I exist and deserve a fair chance at life, and he tried to sabotage that.

"Tanner's already here he's in my office." I follow Marcus to his office and I see the gorgeous boy sat on the couch in his regular clothes. He has a good fashion sense, he's wearing a crop top and baggy jeans so I can see his taunt stomach. "Hey I'm Logan, how are you feeling about your first night?" I ask him, signing and speaking so Marcus understands what I'm saying. "Holy fuck you're hot," Tanner signs and I raise my eyebrows in surprise. Confident. I like a confident boy.

He stated with a sinister smile on his lips. “Who?” The other three rulers echoed in unison. Turning to them, he responded. “Professor Logan.” Silence descended in the room at the mention of Logan, making Mr. Hanks smile. TBC.

The door leads to a little shop, seemingly filled with antiques, but like everything else here, there’s a strange aura around it. Logan approaches the cashier and I follow behind him, but I’m too mesmerized by looking around to watch where I’m going. I bump into him when he stops, but he only looks briefly to see if I’ve regained my balance. I clear my throat. His eyes are always so cold that I want to run every time he looks at me. “Nice to see you again, Logan. What do you need?” The man says. “This is my new master, Hazel Ambrose.” He gestures towards me. “But I guess you already knew that,” he adds in a smug tone. “Honestly,” he sighs, “We really do gossip more than humans.”

Though her suggestion is excellent I am still not convinced to let her go there. “Ok Fine. But I need to be sure that you will be OK there.” Logan says, and I nod. I won’t be at peace knowing she is living in Lion’s den. “I will. What you have planned?” Cristina asks. “We don’t have any concrete plan. I tried to know about his illegal activities so that I can involve the council. But he is too secretive about his work. I couldn’t find anything.” Logan says and I become tense. That means we can’t lose him.

But the burning intensity of those amber eyes missed nothing as they swept over the scene before him. "L-Logan!" Gina stammered, hastily taking a step back. "I was just having a friendly chat with your new maid, that's all!" My heart pounded as those molten eyes found me, holding me immobile as a rabbit before a hungry wolf. The alpha - Logan, his sister had called him - arched one dark brow, his expression turning predatory. "Is that so?" His voice was a low, resonant rumble that raised goosebumps along the nape of my neck. "Well, Gina, I hate to be the bearer of ill tidings, but I'm afraid you've misjudged the situation."