Rory Gilmore Logan Novels & Stories

" Instinctively, I shielded my son behind me. It was only then that I realized the guy was Logan. And he was holding the hand of a little girl with a look of utter tenderness. The girl was about Lily's age. But my Lily… had long been gone. A sting rose in my nose as my gaze shifted to the woman beside him—flawless makeup, couture from head to toe. She was Joann, Logan's childhood sweetheart. Her familiar smile pulled me back to the days when I had first started pursuing Logan. Back then, everyone said he was untouchable and indifferent to women. My confessions were rejected again and again. But I was stubborn. As long as he didn't explicitly forbid me, I believed there was still hope. I kept

I will not be the one to break the happy girl’s heart. “Maybe Logan D’Nores concluded that he does not want to settle down with a fellow actor, having shagged almost half of Hollywood’s actresses.” She said. This information came as a surprise for me. I only know that Logan dated Riley, before dumping her and moving on to Emma, who is even a more crazy bitch. Logan must have the worst taste in the entire world to have gone for Riley and Emma. “Half of Hollywood’s actresses?” I asked her. “Almost half,” she said, and got up to admire me all over again. “You look like a princess!”

I whispered back, glaring at her. Great! Now we’re going to get fired, because of her stupidity! I was mentally yelling angry as hell, thinking we were gonna end up in the street once again. “Logan, you didn’t mention we have guests,” A blonde, gorgeous girl with similar features as Logan’s spoke, smiling at us while she sat next to a handsome man, her arm tangled with his.

“You’re saying… Lorie Miller’s death… that car… you did that?” Logan’s gaze met mine, unflinching, and I could see the guilt bleeding from his every pore. “I did it. I mean… I didn’t want her to die. The woman didn’t say much. Just cash, instructions, route… and make sure it looks like an accident. That’s all I knew. I didn’t even think about the person. I was eighteen. I wanted the money, the thrill.. she was my goddamn first ever customer.” My hands clenched harder. My jaw ached. “Who hired you?” I asked slowly, carefully, feeling the ice crawl through my veins.

As soon as the taxi rounded the block of the law faculty, I spotted Logan's car. It was a late-model metallic gray BMW that shined under the morning sun. Logan was leaning against the driver's door, wearing a light jacket and dark sunglasses, looking goddamn charismatic. Riley let out a muffled gasp of excitement against the taxi window. "For God's sake, Luke! The engineer truly has money to spare," she exclaimed, adjusting her strap dress. "We are actually leaving this hell!". I shook my head, smiling at her enthusiasm. We paid the taxi driver, got out of the car, and walked toward Logan dragging the bags over the asphalt.

After that, she returns carrying a bag before returning to her vehicle and driving away. As I take a sip of my wine and relax in the hot tub, I make sure not to take my gaze off Rory's front door. Watching and holding our breath. It takes twenty minutes for the door to be opened before I can finally see him. Rory the charming farmer, Rory the liar, and Rory the con artist all rolled into one. I have a hard time keeping my feelings in check; I'm angry, sad, and excited all at the same time, and I have no idea which one I should focus on right now.

Ariana's POV I sat in front of the mirror as I stared at my reflection, I exhaled deeply for the umpteenth time as all the memories of my childhood came rushing back. Why must my life be the complicated one?!. My life hasn't seem to have been going in a smooth direction. I was already having a hard time trying to forget Jeremy and now Logan turned out to be Jeremy?!. Logan is fully convinced that my dad killed his parents and he is unwilling to see otherwise or stop whatever thing he is planning. His goal is to have my dad in jail and obviously I shouldn't be seen with someone like that but I can't just help it. I love him.

The things he should have been able to show Michael from day one— And would have if his ex-girlfriend had only men- tioned a little thing like a pregnancy… Logan tamped down the anger at Christine—who, according to his son, now went by Rainbow for God-only-knew-what reasons—and focused instead on the next female to make him wonder what men ever saw in women. Then Lady Godiva moved and the blanket slipped to the side and Logan knew exactly what men saw in women. But not what he wanted his son to see. No matter how much Logan wanted to savor the image. “Hey, um… Miss.” Logan hunkered down and shook one of those shapely legs.

“A man like you—you’re not like the others. I can tell.” Logan rolled his eyes, yet he couldn’t help but acknowledge that there was something intriguing about this woman. Something different. She collected the bottle from him, helped him pour the wine into two glasses for both of them. "Cheers," Allyson said, raising her glass to Logan's. "Tell me, Logan," she said, her voice low and suggestive. "What do you do when you're not working? What do you do for fun?" He drank from the glass and tried to shrug her off instantly; “See, I know your type and I know what you want Allyson. I am not interested”

Scott glared from behind Logan, he was so annoyed by the grinning face and shameless words from Mr Brown. Logan snarled “Roseline was my mother-in-law! She was Olive’s mom and that’s my business!” Maggie cut in sharply “But we all know that you don’t love Olive!” This made Logan widen his eyes as he gushed out “What?” His face twisted, and his eyes shrieked a little. His heart turned cold for a brief moment, his ears turned red. Wondering how come they knew! Mr Brown Anderson picked up from there as he said with a cheeky smile on his face “We know that you only got married to Olive because of the rumor of you being a supposed Gay!” His words came sharp, irking Logan.