Theodore Logan Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Forget it!" Logan laughed loudly, he felt satisfied playing with Angel until the woman looked annoyed with him. There was no way Logan didn't know how to use a weapon, he even graduated from the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst, England in 2014 with the rank of Second Lieutenant. At that time he was 19 years old. And when Logan met Angel for the first time after his graduation. Logan was also busy pursuing his education at University King's College, London with a Bachelor of Business degree during that time Logan's life was spent studying and only studying until he completed his Doctorate at Harvard University.

– and murmurs coming from behind the door. I don’t envy Logan having to deal with the guys in there. It was like a douche parade watching them all enter the meeting room, and I’m sure they weren’t pleased with Logan’s extended leave of absence, let alone his recent publicity issues. I know he’ll find a way through to them, though. He’s one of the most charismatic people I’ve ever met, and he seems to always know the right thing to do, even if he actually doesn't.

Luca says not looking at me. I huff and continue to clear away the lose rubble and debris "He has her I don't no why he doesn't just accept her and leave me alone" Luca hums as if agreeing with me before saying "He throw her out his window" With a snorted laugh I shake my head not believing him. "Look Harper, Nixon is a complicated guy and I'm not going to stand here and tell you what you should do." Luca says pushing off the wall "but what I will tell you is that right now he has half of his best warriors out here looking for"

"So Lisa planned on getting Tony to her and taking him away?" "We're not sure what her original plan was but we assume so yes but to think that he would go alone is just crazy. Adrian's dad never got over losing him and is now a Rogue himself but he's a lone Rogue, he doesn't mingle with any Rogue packs. He became Rogue and set off to look for his son and to this day he's still searching. I don't think he'll ever stop, not until his days are up anyway. My dad still speaks to him, he usually calls once a month to check in and Its always been made clear that he has a place here but I know that he won't ever return, not without Adrian anyway.”

I always wanted someone who could say ‘There’s no need to bite on your nails Hyacinth, I’m here. My dad used to say this to me, but when I turned ten years old my father, Alpha Arthur Clausen decided to leave me and my mom. And I’m never going to forgive him for abandoning me and my mom when we needed him more than anything. “Dad, today I’m going to make our pack more powerful. You just wait and watch. Because I’m going to find you even if you are dead, I will find you and show you the things I have achieved without you.” I touched my star constellation necklace that my father gifted me before he disappeared from our lives. I’m a Sagittarius. This necklace looked like an archer made of star

He hobbled over to me and smiled as he looked me in the eyes. "Nice to see you again...Selene." The old man said to me with a bit of a croaky voice. "Selene?" Timothy asked. "The Moon Goddess?" "Yes, the actual original wolf." Tanus said to Timothy.

The moment I touched his shoulder he flinched. “Still think you are fine?” I asked. “I swear, you men are arrogant at times. Especially given the fact that I am supposed to be helping and you are not making my job any easier.” He muttered something under his breath. “Maybe I am a little sore.” “A little?” I said, and he hissed when I cleaned one of the deeper cuts. “That answers my question.” “I have had worse,” he said. “It is not like this is the end of the world. And given the fact that I am a werewolf, you do realize that these wounds actually heal on their own eventually.”

“Ella, it’s not as simple as you make it out to be. This isn’t about one guy, one tenant. There’s a web, a hierarchy. This tenant might be small, but he’s linked to bigger sharks. If I cut him off, I’d antagonize people who can make life very unpleasant for me.” “So what?!” My voice rose, echoing off the surrounding buildings. “You just turn the other cheek, become a puppet?” “It’s about keeping the peace, Ella,” he murmured, almost pleadingly. I laughed bitterly. “You mean being a coward.” Logan’s jaw tightened. “Was I a coward when I jumped in front of that falling billboard for you?” He lifted his shirt sleeve slightly, exposing the still raw, healing scar, marked with stitches. “This has

Logan winced due to the pain that reverberated through his body as the guard walked him to the bathroom. He dismissed the guard. He knew for sure, he will have his strength back after getting a hot steamy bath, not that he is used to being weak that way, but there is no way a hot bath wouldn’t help him. Finally, he was feeling a little better than the time he made his first attempt to stand up. With a hand holding the shower glass, he used the other one to wrap a towel around his waist and one on his shoulders. He took slow strides back to the room. His room is the real definition of dark and simple. On the wall, hung a portrait which is believed to be the portrait of the Goddess of his pare

“Chief Chastain, this man in front of you, is the secret weapon of our Police Intelligence. He is our discreet spy, Theodore Doyle.” Theodore bowed at the surprised Chief and smiled. “Please to meet you, sir. I am Theodore Doyle, at your service.”