Wyatt Logan Novels & Stories

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.

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 Logan I stood there with my blood boiling as this guy who I had no damn idea who he was, stared back at me with a stupid smile on his face. He extended an arm out to me, making my jaw clench, but my son was here. I wasn't going to make a scene in front of him. "So, you're the infamous Logan? Nice to meet you, man." He says smiling.

You need to get over your loathing of the family legacy and. - Mom, please! – Logan begged, more and more disturbed, which made Missy get up from the bed, worried about him, despite that whole conversation didn't make any sense to her – I promise I'll explain everything later, but now, really, I I need you two... - If you really think I'm going to get out of here, Logan Tristan Knight, you're very wrong! – Gwyneth roared – I will no longer simply stand still while you ruin your life by pure and simple stubbornness! And don't look at me like that, young man! You'd better get this situation resolved soon, before I...

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?"

“Ty did say your wolf worked in tandem with you but it’s actually fascinating to see.” “You get used to it.” Ty put his arm around my shoulder. “Is Logan coming in?” “We had some issues back at the pack. He’ll be along in an hour.” “Wait. Did you drive here?!” Ty looked at the window. “In a Mercedes?!” I chuckled. “Logan’s taking the Bugatti.” “Bu…Bugatti?!” Ty looked like he was going to cry. “If you want a spin, you have to ask him. That’s his baby.”

“Logan ... this is Jax and AJ ... we live right down here, it’s the only house nearby ... do you guys need a hand or anything” “Well I guess we need to get some transport and help to get the bus out, maybe you know who to call ...”. The guy says looking a bit uncertain. Suddenly a sleek looking guy in expensive slacks and a dirty polo shirt steps up. “Wait I know you ... you are Logan Walker, the actor”. “Uhm yeah I am ... and you are ?” I honestly don’t like him much, he just has an unpleasant aura, and a smell that makes my nose itch, but I remind myself not to judge him without giving him a chance. Maybe he is shaken by the accident.

MIA'S POV "Can I seat?" I nodeded, not raising my eyes to look at him. I didn’t have to. Ryan Hayes was the National hockey star and Logan’s greatest rival and the playboy of Michigan University. Logan hated him that he wouldn't watch a match when he was playing. Logan used to say that he was too proud because he was a star. And that he was egocentric, not knowing that being a star wasn't permanent. That one day when he joined the national hockey team, he wouldn't be like him, that he would be different. And I had believed him.

by Norah Jones. He twirls me around during the musical break in the song. He kisses my forehead and leans me back as a dip and kisses me softly. “I will always love you Remi” he whispers. “Wyatt, I’ll forever love you and be yours.” The song ends and we walk out of the tent. Wyatt starts undressing and I panic, “what are you doing?! We can wait until we get back to the Packhouse can’t we?” He shakes his head chuckling at me. “It’s time to shift little wolf.”

He showed an uncertain expression as he responded, "The name sounds familiar. Let me think about it… I think that Wyatt used to have a subordinate with the surname Long...Then Wyatt died and no one knew what happened to that subordinate.” Logan frowned and said, "Ask someone close to Wyatt!" "Okay, I'll call and ask around." Fatso left the room after he said that. After about five minutes, he came back in again and said, "I've gotten confirmation that he’s a subordinate of Wyatt. He’s convicted of manslaughter for a group fight and sentenced to 15 years in prison." "What are you waiting for, then? Go get it sorted!" Logan said in a deep voice. Fatso nodded and went out. Sonnet had her hands