Mister Sinister Logan Novels & Stories

I need to keep them hidden until I can figure out who Logan is and if he is a threat to us. I look at Logan, walking towards me with the beautiful Michelle Morris on his arm. Michelle Morris is a supermodel. She was always more beautiful than Celeste. However, she and Logan were always an item, and nobody dared to touch Logan's girlfriend. Logan looks irritated as he pushes her hand away from his arm.

He stared at him, smiled again, then walked out hand-in-hand with Akira, who was dressed in her doctor’s coat. The Alpha, Gerrit, stood beside Vivi, both of them staring at Logan. A dark smile crept onto Gerrit’s face. “He’s Logan, right?” Gerrit asked. Vivi nodded. “Did you tell Akira?” he asked again. Vivi shook her head. “Not yet. The little boy needs attention. I’ll tell her… just not now.” Logan had a reputation—fierce. Cruel. Even his own pack members feared him. Gerrit’s eyes darkened as he recalled the moment he found Logan. It was like Logan could sense their presence, like he knew they were behind those camouflaged walls.

She knew what that meant and scurried away, leaving the men, whose faces remained just as unreadable as Logan's, as they all watched Margot approach. “Do you have a death wish, Mrs. Sinclair?” “I need your help, Logan. And you will help me. " He tone didn't waver this time, and Logan's face lit up with an amused smirk. “Is that so?” “Yes, unless you don't mind explaining to your father why you never told him he was a grandfather.” Logan's nonchalant expression vanished in an instant, replaced by a cold, lethal stare as he growled at his men. "Get out!"

"That bastard Logan. He poisoned Doctor Horatio, and he's still in critical condition." "Logan?" A charming woman beside Miki inquired, "Who is this Logan that has been making headlines in Swalesbury recently?" "He's mysterious. He has no background or backer. I reckon that he came from one of the smaller towns." Miki did not seem to like the mention of that name. "I think I've seen a recording of him before. I wonder if it had special effects or something. He moved like an international starfighter. You would've thought that he was Spiderman."

Miles finally says, his first words in the past five hours they have been tied up for. Logan looks at him and smirks, his scar catching the shadows and making him look extremely sinister. "I would like them do so without having an inkling of where we are right now." Not far from them, a large frame with a smiling man's hands draped over his son's shoulder peeks out.

“It is Logan.” “Thought you went to play hero,” Guapo said, standing near the long table with his arms crossed, then he laughed softly. It was the kind of laugh that made my skin crawl. “Finally realized that you are just as wicked as the rest of us?” I ignored him and turned to Giovanni. “Indeed, it is Logan. He’s here for war.” “So,” he said lazily, “the Northern Alpha finally arrived.” Another distant crash echoed, followed by screams that even the thick walls could not fully muffle.

I wrinkled my nose at their answers. "So, what're your thoughts? Darien…" June pointed to the creep himself as he laughed with some guys from the cabin he’s in charge of. " Marcus…" she smirked, pointing to Marcus, who was tuning a guitar. "Or the ever-mysterious Mister Logan,” she sighed, pointing to Logan. I'm sure if this was a cartoon, my jaw would have comically hit the ground. Logan had taken off his shirt while he swung an ax, chopping firewood. Thick dark brown hairs covered Logan’s chest just as I had glimpsed this morning.

I managed to relax, never taking my eyes off Miatta. “Logan! Start talking. I am not in the mood for this sort of nonsense!” Father barked, barely sparing the slaves a second glance. Logan stepped forward, bowed again and stood before his Alpha. His dark hair was his greatest pride and he tied it back away from his face, allowing the locks to fall at his back. A jagged scar above his eyes was revealed as a result, marring his roguish handsome face.

Sixtus sighed slightly and left the office leaving Logan sitting in there alone. "Godfather" A dark guard who know one knew existed came out and stood beside Logan. "Follow him, and make sure nothing happens. If you find anyone strange... Just kill them" Logan Ordered. "Yes!" The Dark Guard disappeared just the way he appeared. Logan got out of the office and closed the door behind him. "Master" Delano bowed as soon as he saw him. "The Marriage certificate" Delano handed him a red book. "Let's go" Logan took it and left the hospital.

“Your capacity for survival truly leaves my beast awestruck, Alpha Richard. How does your tongue execute a maneuver like that with such ease? You articulate your phrases as if your own hands share zero connection with the blood on the floor.” Richard’s facial skin turned an immediate, dangerous shade of crimson. He slammed his massive fist against the timber table with explosive force, roaring, “What specific meaning does your tongue dare to project with that statement?” Logan, completely unbothered by the display, lifted his clay vessel and took a slow, deliberate sip of his tea. “Has your memory completely erased the tracks? Or does your spirit command such an absolute lack of shame that y