An Observation Log Of My Fiance Mga Nobela at Kwento

I don't know when I will get this opportunity, I shouldn't miss this chance. I can brag to elders about how gorgeous my mate is , when everything is solved. Few minutes later, we both walked out , hand in hand together like newly wed couples. Logan suddenly blocks my way, taking out his phone he starts clicking photos. " Wait a minute, please smile Alpha, let me just capture this moment in my lowly device. I know I'm careless, I should have brought a hd picture quality camera..." " No, I can call for a videographer. Can you wait for ten minutes?"

“Of course ‘we’. We’re in this together. We’re going to make decisions like that together.” “Willow,” he said, his voice cracking. “I want to be included. As much as I can. In everything.” “I know,” I nodded. “And I will include you. I promise. Logan gave me a journal for Christmas and I’m writing everything down. Every time I feel sick. Every food craving I have. And every time I think of it.” “That’s great,” he said. “And Adonis and Jay bought a really fancy video camera. They’re going to record my next doctor’s visit. And my stomach, as it grows.”

Moving over to the side for the nurse to check and record his vital signs, she started to feel embarrassed. If the nurse hasn’t come in, for sure he would want to kiss her. It was like he was used to having his moment with her interrupted, but he was still happy. He continued to stare at her shy face as the nurse record his vital signs on his chart. Then the nurse left. Wang Yi-An thought it was getting late, and she should let him rest as well. “It’s getting late… You should have some rest.”

I just needed to be able to keep an eye on her for the few hours I'd be unavailable. During the meeting, I watched her on my laptop while I sat there pretending to give a damn about company optics and scandal mitigation while they showed me press charts and revenue projections. We were at risk because of the Moon Goddess' choice of a mate for me. Funny. I didn't really care because I always had everything under control. Imagine my fury when I saw June walk into my room and lay her filthy hands on my mate! I saw red. Not just metaphorically. Viscerally. Deep, arterial red.

“Right now. Open I*******m.” I pulled the covers higher. “I don’t want to see it. More hate? More clips? I can’t.” “Allie.” She yanked the blanket down. “Logan’s live. Right now. Tens of thousands watching. You need to see what he’s saying.” My stomach twisted. Logan. The man who’d begged me to hear him out, who’d sent flowers and texts and voicemails promising it was a mistake. I sat up slowly, hair a tangled mess, and grabbed my phone with shaking hands. I*******m loaded, and there he was—Logan Pierce, live from what looked like our favorite coffee spot, the one we always tagged in couple posts.

I was six months pregnant and teaching a sixteen-year-old to read a garrison logbook and the first responses to the trade disruption letters had not yet arrived and the baby was kicking at the third hour every morning with a regularity that Orion had started tracking in his own small book, which he had not mentioned but I had noticed. He was tracking the kicks. I thought about that while Senna worked through the logbook's next section. He had been tracking the kicks. He had not said anything about it. He had a small leather notebook that I had seen him pick up in the morning and in the evening and I had assumed it was investigation notes or correspondence drafts, and then one morning I had s

Elise replied excitedly, they were having breakfast as they watched the sunrise and feeling the sun kissing her skin perfectly. "You seem a little bit too happy, why don't you share your happiness with me,’ Caren said. "I had planned to call you but I figured that since it's still early you might be in bed already. You won't believe what happened, Logan just proposed to me, I could help it, he's now officially my fiancee," Elise said with the same excitement.

he commented and I nodded. “Sorry about last night” I apologized, Logan had found me after I had run off in grief and howled out my anguish. “It’s okay” he said and held my hand, he looked at me. “I want to ask you something” he said and I tensed. Did he find out about me and Brock? “I had forgotten to officially ask you this,” he said. “Will you be my mate? My wife, my love” he said and I smiled. “I would be honored” I answered, not wanting him to get any suspicions.

I could live here, I thought to myself, half-serious. And then I noticed that our balconies were adjacent, separated only by a thin, ornate railing. The implication of that closeness settled over me like a heavy blanket, amplifying the tension that had been building ever since we boarded the plane. Logan looked at me, his eyes glittering with a mix of mischief and something I couldn’t quite place just yet. “Only the best for my ‘fiancee’,” he said, emphasizing the last word as if it were a secret joke only he was in on.

Elena After Logan rejected me in the past, I never imagined myself being close to him again. Today, I'm testing necklaces worth a fortune with his warm fingers intertwined in my hair. His fresh scent floats from his creamy skin, making it hard to focus as he stands behind me. I'm experiencing goosebumps, and I have the strangest desire to pinch my cheeks to make sure I'm not dreaming. I'm getting married to Logan. When did this even happen? How did it come to this?