Mister Sinister Logan Novels & Stories

“You want to accuse me? Fine. But remember who the hell I am before you throw around words like force.” I narrowed my eyes. “And who exactly are you?” Logan took a step closer, his presence overwhelming. “I am…” he murmured, his voice dangerous. “A descendant of the Mafia. If I wanted you, Ava, I wouldn’t need to play games. I wouldn’t need drugs. I wouldn’t need to take you.” He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “You would give yourself to me.” My breath caught in my throat. His confidence, his arrogance—it made my blood boil.

he murmured, his voice laced with sincerity. Logan, his expression a mixture of concern and disbelief, watched Rafael and the tall man intently as they left the area. Once they were out of sight, Logan discreetly opened his palm, revealing a small note nestled within. His curiosity piqued, Logan quickly concealed the note, his eyes darting around to ensure no one had witnessed the exchange.

Mark said, beginning to move away. I started to walk back to the suite. “Logan,” I called. I was sure Logan knew what to do. I heard deep snarls and a loud thud. I heard Mark’s screams, bones breaking, and the squishing sounds of blood, but I didn’t look back. Better to let Logan enjoy his snack. I knew what Logan and Mirabel were, but I didn’t know how they managed to keep their covers and suppress the beasts inside them successfully. Logan was very loyal and trustworthy. He had done and was still doing everything to earn my trust. Though he was aggressive and lethal at times, he was my biggest weapon and invaluable in mafia showdowns due to his special abilities.

It felt like a hallucination. Looking at me, Mr. Victor Martinez uncomfortably cleared his throat and approached me. “Mr. Logan Winston," he called but I couldn’t even hear him. His voice sounds like a distant echo, muffled and indistinct. I stood there like a stupid man, confused. “Logan Winston!" "Logan!!" He gently shook my shoulder and I suddenly jerked up, blinking before turning to face him. “Sorry, I am busy right now, I have an important guest," he chuckled before resuming. "My assistant, Mr. Robbin, will show you where you need to sign to reclaim ownership of your father’s properties,” he pointed to the man beside him and walked away.

A familiar, dark silhouette. Logan. He wasn't in prison. The "message" from earlier hadn't been from a cell—it had been from the grounds. Logan had used the chaos of the "unpaid" cops to slip into the house. He wasn't there for the money. He was there for the one thing he had always wanted: to be the hero in Clara’s story. "Now!" Julian roared. Logan lunged from the shadows, a serrated blade flashing in the dim light. He didn't go for Silas’s heart; he went for the hand holding the detonator.

Logan opened the letter and Tristan, Ashton, Zayden surrounded him to take a glance over the contents of the letter. "Hello my old friend. After a long time Huh! I knew it was you when I heard there is an investigation going on, who would dare to mess with me after witnessing what you have lost. Officer Logan Black................ Wait it's Chief Logan Black now...... I guess.You never fail to impress me. It just took a few days for you to reach my secret hideout. Impressive.

There was muttering in the hall again as none would talk louder. The syndicates started dispersing, including the two estranged Alphas. Logan sat feeling unease. He had discovered that he had some pains in his neck recently and when he swung his help, the pain would be lesser. He stood up and was about to leave the hall when the Luna called him. “Logan,” she called. “Yes, mother.” He replied. “Are you alright?” she asked as she saw him swinging his neck again. “Yes mother,” he answered, but the Luna remembered the combat night when he felt uneasy like that but lost at the end. She had been trying to get him back to his position. But seeing him in such a weak form only brought fear into her.

Caine stepped back a little, arrogantly allowing him to pass. He thought that Mister was coming outside to challenge him. Turns out he was wrong, he didn't want to fight. Oh no, this dude really thought that he was going to simply walk away. Caine could not believe the audacity of this mother f*cker. He reached out with his long, thick dragon tail and he hit Mister right in the side of his damn head as hard as he could, knocking him from his feet and landing him face down in the snow. That pissed Mister off, exactly like he wanted it to.

Hunter rushes into the room "what the hells wrong Logan" "Your sister went to them she's helping plan my take down and this packs. She is a traitor and will pay. When i see her i will also reject her and make sure to kill her after. This is what i get for loving her then it isnt woth it" My wolf has took over

Hugo stood in front of the large fireplace in his study at his townhouse on South Audley Street. Waiting. His blood was roaring in his ears, and his head felt light. He promised himself it would be over soon. The evidence of his foolish beginnings, evidence that could damage the country, let alone threaten his own life, would be back in his hands and could safely be destroyed. The League of Rogues would not learn how deep his interests went and could not unravel his carefully constructed web of lies and secrets.