Bliss Dresses Logan Novels & Stories

"Logan, do you know how this got here? It's not one of my dresses." He looked at the dress in my hands before saying, "I bought it." I looked at him confusedly. When had he bought this? Deciding not to ask further questions, I chose a black strapless bra and panties to match. Putting them on, I felt Logan's gaze on me, but chose to ignore him. Getting into the dress, it felt perfect being on me, almost like it was made for me. It went just above my knee, and felt amazing. "Wow," I heard Logan say and it was then that I noticed how close he was to me. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies were glued to each other. "You look amazing."

"It doesn't suit you. Please start acting your age." "Okay," he said and walked away. Chris put his arm around my shoulders. "Everything will be okay, honey. Don't mind him." He drove me to where I lived. When I got to my room, Kelsey was lying on her bed looking through a Vogue magazine. She was obsessed with them and they acted as reference points for her in many occasions. She could even quote statements from it. "Hey, did you have a good time?" She placed the magazine on the bed and looked expectantly at me.

By nightfall, the boys have set up the table beautifully and begin helping out by bringing the dishes to the kitchen while Hailey and Sophie run to take a bath and change. ******** Sophie I was just about done getting ready, running my hands through my hair. I had styled it in loose curls and wore a knee-length dress with a heart shape front and circular skirt in a dark red color to match mom. My door slowly opened while someone knocked, making me turn. My heart skipped a beat I heard his husky voice from the other side. "Hello! Is my sweetheart about done getting ready in here? Or does she help?" "Logan!" I ran to him. My hands automatically wrapped around him as he picked me up, making me

I'm a terrible person. My mind is spinning in circles. And I swear my brain cells are puking in the corner of my mind, desperately trying to keep up with everything that is happening in my life right now. I'm happy to marry Logan, excited to share a bed with the gorgeous, always-smiling man, but also terrified of him finding out the truth and rejecting me yet again. "You have a tiny waist—perfect for dresses," Monique, my dressmaker, beams up at me from the hewn of the dress I'm wearing. "And you're going to look stunning! Logan is one lucky man!"

“Bella, this is your moment. You have to wear something show-stopping, something that screams 'I found my mate,' coz I'm sure you're going to meet him tonight. And I’m here to help.” With that, she began rummaging through my closet, pulling out a variety of dazzling gowns. Finally, we headed downstairs, we were both laughing and giggling, the excitement of the day ahead making us happy. As we entered the dining room, the delicious aroma of freshly cooked pancakes and bacon wafted over us, making my mouth water. Luna Arissa was already seated at the head of the table, a cup of coffee in her hand and the other holding today's newspaper.

It’s been months since I moved back to the pack house. Everything has been going good. Logan takes me on a date every Friday night we haven’t had anymore problems with rogues since Ashley has died. Tonight Logan is taking me on another date and told me to dress really nice so I am currently in the room getting ready I took a shower and did my hair in a nice bun with some hair loose on the side of my face that I curled. I picked a red dress to wear and some black high heels and I’m currently doing my make up.

His eyes flicked from me to the mess dripping down my dress, then to the two women in front of me. “What’s going on here?” His voice was sharp, like a blade cutting through the awkward silence. Black Dress lady, Lisa, immediately straightened, switching into a sweet, broad smile like she wasn’t the same woman who was just taunting me. “Oh, Mr. Logan… we… we didn’t know you were here,” she said, tilting her head. “We’re so sorry… we didn’t mean to spill anything on her. It was totally an accident. We were just trying to get along and get to know each other.”

So, during that period, I found myself busier than ever before, memorizing lines, rehearsing scenes, and constantly shuttling between various film sets. When Luke came to visit, it happened to be the end of a film shoot. He mentioned that he and a few friends were planning to have a gathering that evening and suggested we join them. To spare him any embarrassment, I scoured through my entire luggage and managed to find a somewhat decent black cocktail dress. However, when I appeared in front of Luke wearing that outfit, his brows furrowed involuntarily. He took me to a high-end shopping center and bought me an entire new wardrobe. I can't recall the exact details of the clothes, but I do rem

I don't know why but I know who could have gotten me the dress. Logan._that little sneaky son of a_, how did he pull it off without me realizing he had. "Do you like it?" "Yes, This is pretty much what I had in mind" "Go on,try it on" I grab the cloth and slip out of my robe and put it on and it didn't just fit. It was perfect on me, just flowing a little bit below my knee and hugging my shape in all the right places. The upper part was an halter top and giving me freedom around the arm.

And now he was covering for my job too. But… I have an itch in the back of my mind that tells me there’s something else going on. Logan had a lot of secrets, I knew and accepted that, but this felt like something big and urgent. Something maybe he would turn to Dylan for, if Dylan was still speaking to any of us. The tension stayed in Logan’s shoulders as I tried on the dress he thought I would like. It was a deep blue satin color, high-waist, with a fluttering knee-length skirt.