Novel & Cerita Mister Sinister Logan

Logan hesitated, torn between investigating and retreating to the solitude of his own thoughts. But duty called, and he moved towards the source of the disturbance. As he approached, the voices grew louder, snippets of conversation floating to him through the thick silence of the night. "... should have told her..." "...not his decision to make..." Logan rounded the corner to find Pieter, one of his most trusted warriors, engaged in a heated discussion with Caleb, whose expression was unusually grave. They fell silent as Logan approached, their eyes betraying a mix of concern and apprehension.

Then I turned towards the devil who was eyeing me, shamelessly. “Yes, Mister Remus James McQueen! Tell me what you want?!” I spit out with hatred and his lips stretched out in a devious smirk.

I said with a smile but felt a hard squeeze on my hand. “Please spare me Miss, I don't want some jealous dude, shifting into his wolf and ripping off my head” he said while laughing and I turned to look at Logan, who didn't seem quite happy. “You are more handsome” I said while resting my head on his chest and he finally smiled. “ Martins, hope you got that on camera?” The dark skinned guy said while laughing. “Of course, I wouldn't miss such an opportunity” a guy with a slim build and shiny silver hair said with a smile.

Logan reluctantly met her gaze, seeing that she was a bit stubborn. “Logan,” he responded coolly, his eyes flashing back to his phone. “So what kind of business do you do Mr. Logan?” She asked, sitting next to him, really closely. “Why do you care?” Logan scoffed, grabbing another bottle of whiskey. Despite his annoyance, he could feel Allyson’s presence lingering next to him, close enough to feel her body heat. “Oh, you’d be surprised.” She teased, tracing her finger across the rim of his glass. “A man like you—you’re not like the others. I can tell.”

He nodded back in regret and stood up to enter the car. They were about to keep moving when Felix's phone rang. Seeing it's Logan he quickly picked it up. “When are you guys coming!” Logan yelled angrily from the other end. “We won't be coming”, Mr. Sinclair said we should meet him there first thing tomorrow Felix replied calmly. “What the hell is wrong with that bastard!” Logan shouted in rage. “He was angered by Adrain, Even I was afraid of his look”. Felix declared truthfully. “That's how he is! When he is provoked he just does what he wants without caring about any other thing”, Logan sneered and angrily dropped the call.

Watching someone getting beaten or hurt has been something that always got me upset and sad and Logan always enjoyed making me watch such events. After a while, I decided to take a peak of the scene. My eyes met with Logan's back, four of his men standing in a circle, the victim seated on a wooden chair in their center. I couldn't see who the man was. All I could see was the silhouette of the side of his face as he looked up at Logan. Suddenly, Logan was laughing sinisterly, stretching out his hand for a gun. My heart stopped beating. " Did you just say you didn't sleep with my hot wife? " He asked amidst laughter, grabbing hold of the gun that he's being provided.

The door creaked open, revealing Beta Logan. A faint smile rested on his lips as he casually slid both hands into his trouser pockets before stepping inside the room. “Nicely done, Aurora,” Logan remarked as he slowly approached the bed. “I never imagined you could put on such a convincing performance.” He smirked, giving an approving nod. “You fooled Maverick completely. His trust in you has become our greatest weapon.” Logan stated as he paused briefly before continuing. “Maverick won’t be leaving his office anytime soon. If you’re going to disappear to return to the Hallowpack, now is the safest moment.”

“You said you have another tasks for me?” Scarface held up his hand, “Hold your horses, Logan this will take time of proposing. We have Debbie Wagner, and Cheryl Jackson taken care of, we need to consider our plans thoroughly before the next target.” Logan nodded. “Very well, sir. Logan separated his legs with his hands still behind his back. Scarface watched. The man enjoyed killing. Scarface could see that well in his sculpted features. Logan presented a man of celebrate, but with different personalities capable of veering from one to the other. Sometime it scared Blind Man. As he often criticized Logan. Blind Man worried Logan would betray them with his shifting personalities. But Scarfac

Bloodlust rolls off him in waves, suffocating the air. “Get. The fuck. Off her.” The leader smirks, trying to play it cool. “And who the fuck are you supposed to be?” Logan steps forward, slow, lethal, every movement dripping with the promise of violence. “I’m the last mistake you’ll ever make.” He doesn’t wait for them to move. The first man barely has time to turn before Logan’s fist cracks across his jaw. Bone splinters. Teeth spray across the floor like broken glass. The man drops, twitching.

I stuttered, fear taking over. "I wish that was what I could do. He is proving to be a pain in my ass." He sighed, making me wonder what he was on about. Atleast, his statement about killing Logan had been a wish. "What are you talking about?" "Logan is in cold moon pack as we speak." "What?" This time, I was actually shocked. "How? Doing what? Did he see you?" "No, he didn't. But I think he may have found out about my motive."