Novel & Cerita An Observation Log Of My Fiance

The acceptance and happiness in her eyes reassured me, anchoring our relationship in the foundations of familial approval. Mia, my best friend and confidante, had been privy to my feelings long before Logan's confession. When I had shared the news with her on that fateful day, her excitement had been contagious. Now, as we stood together, hand in hand with Logan, Mia couldn't contain her joy. "I knew it! I've been shipping you two for ages!" she exclaimed, her enthusiasm echoing through the room. Our hometown, once a backdrop to the budding friendship between Logan and me, now bore witness to the evolution of our relationship. The summer air seemed charged with a newfound energy, and the str

she smiled brightly at him, “My day was excellent, how was yours? How did the meeting go?” “Day was fine; I just couldn’t stop thinking about my beautiful mate,” he said, pulling her by the waist and bringing her closer to him. Her chest hit his with a force, and some of her bourbon spilled out. “Really?” “Yeah,” Logan responded placing another kiss on her head. “How did everything go at the nursery?” “It was great, everyone there was nice, and the renovations are nice, I love the new water dispensers, something about them just catches my eye.” She squealed placing her glass down to wrap her arms around Logan’s arms.

Third Person's POV [Logan's POV] Logan intently watched Joy from his sitting position under the tree as she took pictures of sunflowers. She had mentioned that if she survived till Christmas, she wanted the sunflower pictures on holiday postcards. 'It would give some warmth to gloomy, cold days,' she had said. If only she knew that everything would be cold and bleak once she would be gone anyway. Logan didn't say that though, he only smiled.

I was very happy to see how much he loved my hair and I vowed to leave it the way it was for as long as he wanted me to. We made love slowly and tenderly all through the night. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, feeling very satisfied. The next day, both of us left the camp behind and hiked across the woods surrounding us. We stopped on a grassy hill and made love under the sky. I had never been so happy in my entire life. When we returned home, I saw Hycinth’s rejected mate, his mother and two female pack members, sitting by the fire, cooking lunch. I didn’t usually participate in the cooking but today, I felt like joining them.

Opting for a white blouse and a pair of blue jeans, I applied light makeup to mask my inner turmoil caused by the news of Salena Johnson residing in Logan's room. Emerging from my room, I made my way towards the crowd gathered outside. It seemed to be another barbecue event with a bonfire illuminating the night sky. And there, amidst the festivities, my eyes locked onto a stunning woman who was intimately clinging to Logan. He, in turn, appeared to revel in her presence. A wave of confusion and hurt washed over me as I questioned my own emotions. Why did I even care? ***************************** Logan’s pov. I hadn't seen Mia since last night when she abruptly left my room without informing

I went abroad for a year to further my studies and kept in touch with my girlfriend, Casey Wilbur, through video calls every day. One day, I saw her first love post a photo with a caption. [We are back together after ten years!] In the photo, my girlfriend was visibly pregnant, holding his arm and smiling sweetly. The post was deleted when I refreshed the page, but I was certain of what I saw. That was her. The scarf around her neck was one I designed myself—the pattern came from the initials of our names combined with our zodiac signs.

I was alone, sitting on the edge of the bed with the affection meter watch on my wrist. Then came a knock at the door. I looked up. A baseball cap shadowed half his face. Damp strands of hair carried the mist from the thermal spring. He smelled like late rain. The livestream chat exploded instantly. "My first love is back!" "Logan is so hot! There's no comparison." "You need to wear this," I said, handing him the other affection meter watch. Eddie hated being told he looked like Logan. In our first year of marriage, we were walking at dawn when I stopped in front of a giant luxury billboard of Logan. I couldn't take my eyes off it.

He murmured as he pressed his forehead against mine. "I'm very happy too, Logan..." I murmured in response. This time, I let a few tears fall down my face. I was silent, and felt very happy. I felt that this was the happiest day I had ever waited for. After that, Logan and I turned our bodies and looked at the guests. Logan grasped my palm tightly, and pulled me slowly toward the dance floor. This time, Logan and I danced together again, to the soft music. Everything went very smoothly. Logan even surprised me with some very fancy wedding decorations. I don't know how to explain it, but Logan really makes me feel even more special. For some reason, he can always find a way to make me feel ha

We would spend a few relaxing weeks here so I could be completely stress-free, and when it got closer to my due date, we’d come back a few days early to ensure I was in Mount Hood for the delivery. And I have to admit I love our cabin. It holds so many good memories. Our story started at this lake. On the sofa I’m currently stretched out on, Logan told me about being a werewolf and his mate. We had our first kiss on this sofa, and I had my first man-made orgasm. “What naughty memory about this cabin are you thinking about?” Logan arched an eyebrow as he glanced at my face. His hands continued their glorious work rubbing my swollen feet and ankles.

After I left, the two of them must have ended up together, right? She should've also given birth by now. Was she looking after the baby alone while he came running over here to look for his ex-wife? The more I thought about it, the more pissed I became. I even started treating Cesare with outright disdain. However, he seemed to be oblivious to my stony expression and would show up in front of me every day. But at the same time, he was thoughtful enough not to disturb me or cause any disruptions to my life. During the winter, the log cabins were in high demand. The guests were also very satisfied with my concierge service. This all came at the cost of keeping me swamped throughout the entire