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He looks oddly familiar and I don't like who he reminds me of, he has a scar on his right eyebrows. "Ummm, sorry. It's nothing like that, carry on." If I am being honest, he is not remotely close to being ugly. He is very handsome, he has a nice smile and good set of teeth, I just don't like the fact that he reminds me of someone, or could he be the one? "Okay Cool, my name is Logan .B. Williams and I am 27 years old." He said as I stared at his perfect CV. He has bachelor's degree, masters and he has six professional certifications. He is very articulate and well mannered.

he teased. “I didn’t even know Leonard had a younger brother,” I admitted. “No one mentioned you. It’s like you were... erased.” His smile faltered. “He told them not to say my name in this house,” Logan said. His tone was light, but there was pain tucked beneath it, like dust under an untouched rug. “What?” I said, shocked. “Why?” He looked out into the open sky, a smile pulling on the edge of his mouth, though his eyes were distant. “The name Logan Morano was banned. But I’m back now.”

he muttered bitterly, making absolutely no effort to lower his voice, ensuring his hostile words cut straight through the quiet room so I would hear them perfectly. Logan, who was twenty-three, was built a bit leaner than his older brother, but he was still incredibly fit, athletic, and cut from solid marble. He didn't even bother to fully turn his head to look at me properly, keeping his sharp, chiseled profile angled toward the television screen as his fingers rapidly tapped against the plastic controller.

Damien said. “Oh, they are Logan's younger brothers, Leo and Lucas.” “Oh, are they adults already?” Daniel asked. “No, they are kids, they should be ten years old by now right?” Lydia asked Logan and he nodded. “Great, let us meet them. I hope they have amazing hair.” Danielle giggled. “They do, especially Leo.” Lydia said. “Wow, I can't wait to touch it.” “He doesn't like it.” Logan said and Daniel laughed. Logan suddenly got a call and he sighed.

You're completely. Your heart, body and soul are for me only. ~ Logan Moretti ~ 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 A fifteen-year-old boy cleverly drove a black Aston Martin Vantage Roadster down a street in Palermo to their home. The teenager with the messy look is Logan. He enjoyed the breezy breeze that hit his body in the car with the hood open.

Danny is smirking like he just won a game show. “Alpha, I can ex-” Logan, the oldest brother of the Emberton siblings, begins to speak. “He is not your Alpha anymore!” Justin cuts him off. Logan tucks his lips in and hangs his head, looking away from me. It looks like he is fighting back tears. Lyle doesn’t look much better. I try to feel for the mindlink for both of them. It’s still there, so I reach out to them. ‘Explain,’ I say to them both.

Earlier he was irritated because of his complaint. “I'm not always angry. I just had enough with the two of you. You're causing trouble anywhere you want to and I always fix it." "Relax, Trace. Apollo won't run," said Logan. He took a cigarette and smoked, not minding other Founders were there. Logan is the youngest of the Founders. He blew out the cigarette smoke and he walked over to Apollo. "Then do it fast, Logan!" Lev shouted. He also lost his patience.

"It's been a long time? Isn't that your daily activity?" "What? Sports?" "Putting humans who are more like dogs?" Logan chuckled, closed his laptop and stood up. "I just did it last night, but it's still lacking." Logan smirked, "Okay.. I'm going home to loosen my fingers first." Alby just shook his head seeing Logan walking out casually even waved at him without turning around. Even though it looks relaxed and fun, it's not much who knows that Logan is scarier than him, That guy is hard to understand especially if

“They made you into a criminal!” “And who’s going to stop me?” He got up slowly, raising an eyebrow. His lips curled into a wicked smile. “You?” His posture was relaxed, but I could see the dangerous energy radiating off him. “We both know you can’t touch me. You’re too emotional to do it. I’m Logan, remember? Your little brother. So whatever plan you have to catch the Rossis, drop it. Just resign, bro, or step down so it would be easy to finish you all. Because I really don’t want to have to kill you. Don’t force my hand.” My chest heaved violently, rising and falling. My hands were clenched into tight fists at my sides. Sweat trickled down my back.

It's Friday night. The First game of the season is about to commence in just a few more minutes. Logan stands by his locker, his pants and shin guards on. Shirt and shoulder pads still in the locker. Steven is all set and placing on his left cleat, tying it tightly. Logan can't explain how exciting and nervous he's feeling right now. But then again, he's always nervous before a game. A few guys are laughing and joking on a video Carter is showing them, intriguing the attention from the rest, specially Dylan. He nears the boys, realizing they're watching a video of a kid being bullied for being too feminine; according to them.