Oliver's gaze fixed upon Logan, taking in her beautiful attire. She was dressed elegantly, wearing a chic black dress that accentuated her graceful figure. Her outfit was complemented by a matching scarf draped over her shoulders, adding a touch of sophistication. It was evident that she had put thought into her appearance, even for a plane journey.He had not seen Logan for a while, and he felt she had become more beautiful."Logan, how are you?" Oliver spoke softly, reaching out to touch her, but his hand was abruptly slapped away. The sting of rejection lingered in the air as Logan's voice grew cold and sharp."Don't touch me," she snapped, her eyes burning with anger. Oliver was taken aback, the shock evident on his face. He attempted to speak, to explain, but before he could utter a word, Logan interrupted him, her voice laced with disdain."I don't want to speak to you," she declared, her intent to leave clear. She made a move to walk away, but Oliver acted swiftly, grabbing her
Oliver and Logan hailed a cab and arrived at a grand hotel in New York City. The moment they stepped inside, they were greeted by the opulence and magnificence of the lobby. Crystal chandeliers adorned the ceiling, casting a warm glow, while marble floors gleamed underfoot. The hotel exuded an air of elegance and sophistication."I would like to book two rooms," Oliver said to the saleslady, his voice filled with anticipation.The saleslady glanced at her computer screen and sighed. "I'm sorry, sir, but we are currently experiencing technical problems with the remaining rooms. We only have one room available at the moment, but we can refer you to our other hotel." She repliedLogan glanced at Oliver, silently seeking his opinion. Oliver sighed and nodded, realizing they had no other choice. "That's fine. We'll take the available room," he replied, masking his disappointment.Just as Oliver was about to bid farewell and head towards the room, his eyes caught sight of a familiar name in
Meanwhile, at Boston Hills, the video continued to gain traction, capturing the attention of people far and wide. They marveled at the young man who possessed the ability to summon thunder, speculating about his true identity. In the elegant halls of Ellison Manor, Zelda and her mother, Abigail Ellison, were also watching the video, their faces filled with astonishment.Abigail turned to Zelda, her voice tinged with skepticism. "Daughter, don't you think this could be some clever editing? You know, the kind they use in movies."Zelda pondered her mother's question for a moment before responding, "VFX, you mean? It crossed my mind, but look at this, Mom," she said, shaking her head."Thunder causing the deaths of over a hundred people. This doesn't seem like mere editing—it looks real."Curiosity ignited within Abigail as she contemplated the immense power displayed in the video. "But how can a person possess such incredible strength and summon thunder?" she wondered aloud.Zelda's eye
As she approached, she couldn't contain her anger any longer. She pushed one of the men forcefully, causing him to stagger backward. Her palm met the cheek of another with a resounding slap, and her voice rang out, filled with indignation. "How dare you! Where is your dignity?" she admonished them, her words laced with a mix of fury and disbelief.The sudden display of resistance startled the men, momentarily breaking their aggression. Their surprised expressions betrayed their unpreparedness for such a strong and fierce response. The young lady, now free from their clutches, sought refuge behind Logan, finding solace in her newfound protector.As the scene unfolded, a small crowd began to gather, their curiosity piqued by the confrontation. Murmurs of disapproval and shock filled the air, as the onlookers witnessed the bold stand against injustice.The men who were annoyed and taken aback by Logan's assertiveness and striking beauty, paused for a moment, their expressions shifting f
"You did the wrong thing, my friend," he taunted, his tone laced with a touch of amusement. "Making me catch hold of your hand with my left hand."CRISP!"As if on cue, Oliver tightened his grip, applying pressure to the man's fist. The sickening sound of cracking bones echoed through the space. AHH!" Accompanied by a guttural scream that pierced the air. The man writhed in agony, his face contorted with pain as every bone in his hand shattered under the force exerted by Oliver.The shocking sight left the onlookers frozen in disbelief, their faces paling at the brutality of the scene unfolding before them. Whispers of disbelief and awe swept through the crowd, blending with the agonized cries of the injured man."Did you see that? He crushed his hand!""Who is this guy? He's like a force of nature.""Unbelievable... I've never seen anything like it.""He's not someone to mess with, that's for sure."Logan, standing at a safe distance, watched the scene unfold with a mix of shock and
Donovan, confined to his wheelchair, wore a pained expression as he sat in the Larkin family villa. Across from him, his father, Marcus Larkin, took a seat on the bed, their eyes meeting in a moment of shared sadness.The reason for Donovan's wheelchair-bound state was none other than Oliver Storm."Dad, do you expect me to accept this fate without a fight?" He pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation. "I have friends; how can I possibly meet them like this?""Donovan, don't worry," his father reassured him with determination in his voice. "I will seek revenge on your behalf. But right now, our priority is to ensure you are well."Donovan's anger flared, his eyes ablaze with frustration. "How can you promise revenge? How can you guarantee my recovery?" He retorted, his voice filled with skepticism.His father's face softened with empathy as he replied, "Tomorrow, you're having your operation. Let us hope for the best. In the meantime, Felix's father has invited me to discuss this ma
One of the men dressed in a black suit stepped forward, his demeanor exuding a blend of professionalism and respect. With a slight bow, he gestured towards the open car door, inviting Oliver to take a seat. Logan's eyes darted between the mysterious men and Oliver, and her voice filled with concern and confusion as she sought answers."Oliver, what's going on? Who are they?" Logan's grip tightened on Oliver's arm, her voice trembling with panic. Oliver, feeling a sense of responsibility, wrapped his arm around her shoulders and reassured her."Don't be afraid, Logan. These people are here for me," he whispered, his voice laced with a calm confidence.Logan's eyes widened with disbelief as she searched for an explanation. She questioned Oliver about their presence, wondering what he could have possibly done to warrant such attention.Oliver motioned for Logan to join him in the awaiting Lamborghini, urging her to take a seat. As they settled inside the luxurious vehicle, Oliver promise
"I'm really curious to know more about your family, Oliver," Logan expressed, her eyes filled with intrigue.Oliver couldn't help but chuckle at her curiosity and reply, "Well, they might be inside. Let's go and find out."Turning to the man who had accompanied them, Oliver inquired about the whereabouts of his mother. The man informed him that she had mentioned waiting inside. Satisfied with the response, Oliver nodded and gestured for Logan to join him as they made their way towards the entrance.As they approached the imposing door, Oliver instinctively reached for his luggage, but the man quickly intervened, informing him that the maids would take care of it. Acknowledging the instruction, Oliver nodded, leaving their belongings behind, and walked towards the door with Logan by his side.Guarding the entrance was a security guard, poised and watchful. Oliver and Logan exchanged glances, anticipation building within them. The security guard, recognizing their presence, swiftly inpu