An Observation Log Of My Fiance Novels & Stories

I was building this home for me and her, and I imagined if she were to be my wife and welcoming me upon my arrival from work. I imagined a pregnant Olivia rushing to hug me, as she welcomed me from my day at work with a kiss. "She's ours," Logan, my wolf, purred in my head. "I can feel it, but no wolf to feel the bond," I muttered angrily, blaming the moon goddess for this twisted fate.

Just us, the ocean, and the sound of waves. The first day, I barely left the villa. I was too nervous and too aware of every sound and movement. Julius didn't push. He just stayed close, his presence steady and reassuring. The second day, Maribel called. "How's paradise?" She asked when I answered. "It's good," I said, surprising myself with the truth. "I'm still anxious, but it's getting better." "I'm proud of you." "How are you?" I asked. "Are you doing okay?"

For once, silence didn't feel like distance. It felt... comfortable. After Martha cleared the dishes, Amelia spoke. "I started that journal during our first year of marriage." I looked up. "I wrote in it whenever I couldn't say things out loud." I nodded. "You don't have to tell me." "I know." She smiled faintly. "But I wanted to." I waited. "There are happy entries." She said softly. "Our honeymoon." "Our first apartment." "The night we danced in the kitchen because the electricity went out." I smiled.

I took a deep breath and placed my palm on my pounding chest. July 20, 2016 Zachary Anderson and Athena Park NUPTIAL are ready. We are getting married in two weeks: my love, life, and everything. I closed the diary and rushed to the drawer and, one by one, took out the photos. It was all the photos of the woman, and some of it is with me. We are lying on my bed cuddling, but most of it is her sleeping. I look so happy in these photos, but why I couldn't remember her? She is my fiancee, but where is she?" I clutched my chest and didn't notice the tears rolling down my face.

I'm trying really hard not to log on my blog website to resume work but I'm on my honeymoon I suppose to not work and for awhile I need to enjoy my husband. which I do enjoy my husband I'm just a work alcoholic I close the laptop put it away back in my bag then went to the living to watch TV. I was done working out got some water from the refrigerator and look around for my wife I found her in the living sleep she looks absolutely beautiful as always I kiss her lips . She did not move she must be tired for being on the go and from all the love making we doing I can't get enough of her. I hope maybe we will get pregnant again I really want children with Maria I pray everything works out this

Then you should teach me those ways" she said and rest in his arms again. "Who knows the boy who buys chocolate milk for me every day in the past will become so brilliant and handsome" she joked but before he could answer her, his phone notified him of a message and he checked the email together with Laura “99.99% not matched" the end of the report read. ~ It's a day to Amanda's wedding and she hasn't moved any of her things to her new house and her room looked disarranged with clothes lying on the floor everywhere. Amanda entered the room after jogging and start to take care of the mess she made of her clothes while trying to pack them the night before, she has been staying in her room more

It was her purpose. And somewhere in the middle of all this between meetings and deadlines, court filings and press conferences, love found its way back in. There were no more rushed phone calls or crisis-driven kisses. Now, their life had room to breathe. Mornings started with quiet coffee before Lila woke up. They’d sit on the couch in soft pajamas, half-talking, half-listening, just… being. Dinners were warm and full of ideas, both of them excitedly sharing plans for their new lives. Nights ended with books in hand, or soft conversation, sometimes nothing more than holding each other in silence.

Excitement surged through his parents, prompting them to abandon their tasks and rush to the hospital to meet his partner. "What's the situation with your fiancee?" they asked. Logan solemnly replied, "Dad, Mom, have a seat. Let me talk to you first. Don't startle her." - In the garden. Logan's parents sat, and he brought two cups of coffee from the vending machine. "Dad, Mom, my fiancee is Esther Quill," he said. Logan's parents, perplexed, asked, "Oliver's niece? Bradley's ex-wife? Isn't she deceased?"

“And still, at same time… like a real home.” The photographer made good use of his time, never missing to take pictures of every possible shot. He was mesmerized by what he saw and couldn't stay without capturing every moment. Logan kept watching me like I was in a movie show the whole time. Line if he takes his eyes off me for a second, I would disappear. We danced like our lives depended on it, in the vineyard. Strange Enough, there was no music. We only danced heartily to the beats of the wind.

And I love him dearly. "Let's go make another bundle of joy." Logan whispered in my ears making me wet down there. Even though we've been married for almost seven years now he still has the effect on me. "Let's" I said as he carried me bridal style to our room. And we lived HAPPILY EVER AFTER. * * * *