Pike Logan Series Novels & Stories

Data purged. Logan didn't wait for Mark's order. Seeing the game was entirely lost, he dropped Leo onto the deck and lunged toward the side rail, intending to jump into the dark river to escape the approaching police boats. But he didn't make it to the rail. A sharp, violent crack sounded from the shadow of the cargo cranes behind him. Logan gasped, his body jerking forward before he collapsed face-first onto the steel deck. Standing in the shadow of the crane, holding a high-caliber sniper rifle with a smoking barrel, was Julian.

"I wont get to spend that money once I get caught for snitching. They'll kill me!" "Who will?" She falls silent. Time for plan B. "Get her to talk," I order. She visibly panics when Logan moves, grabbing the sides of her chair and turning her to face him. She is startled, but once their eyes connect, she can't seem to look away. "Don't take your eyes off mine," he says calmly. She nods slowly, and it seems like she has fallen into a trance. "Daydream has a leader. What is her name?" Logan asks. Annie is still silent. It seems like her entire body has shut down, except for her face twitching into a frown as she tries to keep her mouth shut.

“Logan am sorry, I didn't do it intentionally. I wanted to tell you the night you propose to me but you didn't give me a chance, Rufus and his men kidnapped Henry and a gun was pointed at his head, I was scared and I didn't know what to do. Some of the guards in your house were working for Rufus and they were watching me, any slight mistake I make will lead to Henry's death, I was so scared, I couldn't pick you over Henry, Henry is my family. I wrote everything in a letter and kept it in your room, immediately I poisoned you, I called the ambulance, you knew I hugged you and cried, I waited for a minute to check if you are u were alive before leaving, didn't you see the note?” Lydia cried an

Suddenly, someone hammers on my door. "Get lost!" I bark, my hands tight on her waist. "Kai—" "I’m occupied!" I sit up, glaring at the heavy oak door. "Leave the fuck—" The door swings wide. Logan Pierce leans against the frame, his eyes drifting to Lila’s bare back. He smirks. "Cain is here." I feel a jolt of genuine electricity at that name. Lila stops moving. "He saw the leak?" I ask. I knew the video would bring him home.

I take a blade and slit my wrist. I feel so much pain. But it was nothing in comparison with my pain. The blood started to flow from my hand and dye the water red. This red is the color of my freedom, freedom from all this pain. A tear flow from my eyes and a smile form on my face. You will not have to fight anymore I say to myself. and I was lost in darkness. Logan’s P.O.V. I was sitting sadly in my bed. What have I done? I know I wanted to hurt her and make her feel my suffering.

Probably a glorified assistant. “I’ll call upstairs,” she said, and pressed a button. Julian stepped back, hands behind his back, posture relaxed. It was midmorning, and the lobby buzzed with movement—account managers, interns, over-dressed analysts hustling in and out. Nobody paid him any mind. He preferred it that way. Until he heard the voice. “Well, well. If it isn’t Julian fucking Ward.” Julian didn’t flinch. He simply turned his head. Logan Pike stood a few feet away, designer jacket slung over one shoulder, phone in hand. He looked as if he had just stepped off a TED Talk stage—overconfident, slightly sweaty, and desperate to be noticed.

How was it possible that Logan was no longer in the basement of her old house but at a grand party in Ireland, hand-in-hand with Noxolo Ndabeni? "Haaaa!" MJ growled, slamming her hand on the ceramic basin. "Okay, I got this, I can do this," she muttered, massaging the bridge of her nose. "Okay!" She fixed her hair and dress, and picked up her purse, taking one long breath before opening the door, and by the time she stepped out of the ladies room, the pep talk she had been giving herself proved to be useless. Logan Parker was waiting outside in his all-black tuxedo, with his back against the wall and one leg propped on the wall as he stood on one foot, his hands buried in his pockets.

“I’m so sorry, I completely forgot-” “Just leave.” Logan said in a cold whisper. Natalia swallowed hard, hot liquid burning in her eyes. She nodded and slowly got up, and then she picked up her phone and inspected it for damages. “I’m truly sorry.” She said in a broken whisper and left. Logan stared at the door as it closed, and then he threw his head back and ran a hand through his hair. This was so far the worst Tuesday morning he had ever had, and he had no one else to blame but himself. He was going through the internet, searching for any news about him and May, or Kyle and Snegugu, but instead, he found articles about MJ, littering the internet. It was said that curiosity killed the cat

"But if he does, then let me know. My dad gave me a taser for emergencies, and we can tie up Logan, lock him in the basement and keep him in there just in case he does leave." "Since when are you kinky?" "I never was." "I think that's hot," Clark commented, making Lily blush. He still has that admiration for him even when he's gay. "Women dominating their man. I think you should do that, Effie." "No," I practically screamed that almost everyone sitting around looking at our table. "I'm not going to lock Logan up. Thanks for the advice, Lily, but if that smart brain of yours would convince Logan not to leave me, then I should believe you but give me time to come up with an easy approach."

“Which is why I’m calling you now. I have absolute, irrefutable proof of Logan’s change. Not just the scent, not just the energy—but video confirmation of his partial shift in the public training facility, captured moments before you had him whisked away. I also have evidence confirming the bite and the Mate Bond. This evidence is already stored on three independent servers in three different countries. You move against me, Damian, and I expose Logan Cross—the All-American hockey star—as a blood-crazed monster.” The blackmail was clear, simple, and devastating. The exposure of Logan would not just compromise the Blackwell Pack; it would shatter the veil of secrecy for all packs, inviting the