Wyatt Logan Novels & Stories

Logan Bowie felt dejected. As Harvey York mentioned, Logan has not yet released Lilian Yates and Mandy Zimmer. He’s completely screwed! “Are you deaf, Logan? “Or are you going to show off your status in front of me again? Harvey crossed his arms while glaring playfully at Logan when he walked forward. “I’m talking to you here. “Do you have a problem or not?” Logan trembled. “No! Of course not!” He knew exactly just how ruthless Harvey was.

Wyatt said knowing that this meant full out war. The girls nodded and began making their way out of the clearing. Logan came rushing into the clearing, almost bumping into Sarah and Abby. The girls backed up his scent hitting them. Sarah stepped protectively in front of Abby and Millie, growling fiercely. Logan threw his hands up taking a step back. “Hunter.” Sarah growled snarling, her eyes glowing as she blocked his way. “Easy, he’s on our side right now.” Wyatt said, looking at Logan.

“Sorry I haven’t heard of you, my name is Trisha Rosewood. I’m Ryan’s wife.” Logan’s jaw had dropped and he stared at her. “Seriously? You’ve never heard of me?” He ran a hand through his locks again as he just stared. “Logan Star,” he repeated his name slowly in case she hadn’t heard it the first time. As she shook her head again at him with an apologetic smile he echoed the action. “You really don’t know me? Don’t you ever look at billboards or anything?” Frustrated, Logan grabbed the hem of his fancy shirt and pulled it up revealing his flawless abs. “Do these at least ring a bell? Or should I get in my underwear too?” He demanded.

Several men flocked to one of the Lycans who had made it big in the movies, wanting to get a picture and be able to claim to know him. Wyatt walked out into the large open meadow with the other Hunters from the Crystal River Pack. He was the youngest of the eleven Hunters that he had traveled with. Being the son of an Alpha, the only son of an Alpha, he was used to a lot of attention from the she-wolves. His height, bright green eyes and short dark mahogany hair were inherited from his mother. The caramel coloring and easy temperament came from his father. At seventeen, he stood just under seven feet and could see over most of the crowd.

"Tanner's already here he's in my office." I follow Marcus to his office and I see the gorgeous boy sat on the couch in his regular clothes. He has a good fashion sense, he's wearing a crop top and baggy jeans so I can see his taunt stomach. "Hey I'm Logan, how are you feeling about your first night?" I ask him, signing and speaking so Marcus understands what I'm saying. "Holy fuck you're hot," Tanner signs and I raise my eyebrows in surprise. Confident. I like a confident boy.

The two men looked more like giants to the rest of the men because of their muscular features, but their prey seemed to be more natural, and real, he was taller, larger and looked younger. "I have chased you for years, Logan, you have given the CIA a tough time, and me too…" the man said as cold smoke poured out with his words. "I'm not a bad guy, Twain! And you know that!" Logan muttered through clenched teeth. His words were evenly stressed, musical you could say; a typical irish accent. His words seemed to have stricken a nerve, "But you're the damn God-father! you are at the top but leave your cartels and all the mafian clans under you to carry out the dirty works…" he retorted.

He wasn’t sure whether it would return back to his future or not but at that moment, he didn’t want to return there. Logan sent one of his men to get a couple of clothes for Wylder instead of taking him home naked because he knew his devil grandson, Calvin, and granddaughter, Tiara, who loved teasing others while he gave cookies and sandwich that he had with him to him in case he was feeling hungry. After a couple of hours, they reached Haysbert Mansion. Logan could bet that kid with him was tired and feeling sleepy, but he had kept his eyes wide awake and was sitting in an alert position.

Zinnia By day three, I realized something very important. Dylan Reed might be the difficult one between the two of them… But Wyatt Logan? Wyatt Logan was the devil working overtime and it may seem as though he had a personal vendetta against me. At first, I thought maybe I was imagining it. Maybe he was just naturally annoying and overprotective of Dylan because he was his manager and best friend. But no. This man genuinely woke up every morning and chose violence against me specifically.

He seethed, instantly cutting her off. Wow... Noticing the anger in his voice, she backed off and returned in her seat, letting it go. But now someone else took her place, a guy, to be more specific, looking about the same age as Logan’s and same height, only he was thinner than Logan. “But why don’t you tell us already who they are!” He demanded with his arms crossed, taking a step towards us. Logan’s body suddenly tensed at the guy’s sudden movement and moved closer to me, gripping my arm a little firmer but not enough to hurt me and slowly dragged me behind him, seemingly somehow trying to shield me from the guy.

Before they ask to many questions " He wants the social standard that came with the Sawyer's name?" Logan was laughing his ass of by the time i was done talking " Is the gy living under a rock?" he ask once he got his laughter under control " from what i saw your is no social butterfly "Putting his hands up to block the ice that i throw at his face " no offense, even now that you guys are divorced she never once use your connection or the Sawyer's , how is she going to help this guy climb the social ladder?"