Bliss Dresses Logan Novels & Stories

I was surprised and wondered when he had the time to order a dress because he never left my sight the whole day. However, my confusion quickly turned into excitement as the attendants brought out a gorgeous white dress. Logan pointed to the dress and said, "That dress was made specially for you." I was stunned and couldn't believe my ears. Logan knew that I was a warrior, always ready to take on any challenge, but he also knew that I adored dresses. "You've been wearing those training suits for a while now, so I decided to buy you this dress. Dresses look good on you, and it reminds me of the party held in the Cross River Pack, where you looked magical, my love," Logan said with a smile on h

A few whispered to each other, giggling behind their hands. I exhaled. Of course. A young, beautiful sales associate approached with a bright smile. “Good afternoon, sir,” she greeted sweetly, completely ignoring me. “What can I help you with today?” Logan barely spared her a glance. “I’m looking for dresses. For a woman.” The woman’s smile widened as she stepped closer. “And who might that be, sir?” Logan finally turned to me and pointed. “My wife.” His wife. Who was his wife— I blinked.

"Don't worry we will buy cute pregnancy outfits for you... That's my responsibility... Now enjoy your breakfast and take rest... Don't forget to take your medicines... I am not going to the office today so if you need anything just call me..." She stood up to leave. "Maa, I love you..." Bella said looking at the woman who probably love her more than her own mother and going against her own son. Anamika smiled. "I love you too, my child... Take care of yourself..." Bella's smile disappeared when she looked at the black gown. Her stomach churned with the thought of whatever Valentino has told her. Day passed in blur, she changed into dress and went for the venue where Alex is waiting for her.

“Just in case.” “I guess we better,” Logan said. “I’m really so proud of you both,” I smiled at them. Instinctively, I reached up and fondled my holiday necklace from my perfuming line. They were selling really well, and Adonis and I were happy with the updates from our three franchise stores, especially the one in Dallas. Belle was doing a great job of running the store. She’d already sold out of our necklace stock twice. “It’s a black tie event, I assume?” I asked. They both nodded. That meant I had to find a new dress. I was thinking something festive, maybe a red satin gown, or a shimmering white tulle.

I am not a big fan of all this yet it was very comforting. "So Ma'am its done now I will do the make up once you had put on your dress." She said looking at me through the mirror with a wide smile on her face which clearly depicts how much happy she was at the result. "You can go and put on the dress; then we will be proceeding with the make up." She said handing me the dress. Taking it, going to the bathroom I got myself changed in it. It was a beautiful piece, perfect choice. I can't stop looking at it in the mirror. The red rose coloured velvety off shoulder top with a flowy bottom.

There were no magic formulas to cure it, just daily battles and a slow and gradual acceptance. With a sigh, struggling to be positive and thinking that both her therapy and the revenge plan were just beginning and could bring some significant improvements to her still shaky state of mind, Missy smoothed the hem of her dress, wondering whether Logan would like it as much as the black dress his mother had given him. That was one of the dresses she'd bought herself, however, it was far from themed or anything remotely close to triggering her. It had a totally sober, non-flashy print, with a skirt that reached just past her knees, a belt made of the same fabric, long sleeves that she had rolled

I wanted to know how he was doing and everything. I dressed up in a simple nude fley gown that stopped just above my knees, a short blazer that stopped just before the ends of my dress and a knee-high boots. I just merely ran the hair brush through my hair and walked out to meet Logan who was already dressed up in a casual blue blazer suit, a white inner shirt and jeans.

You should get changed,’ Logan said, trying to hide a smirk. Alessia hesitated, but the idea of going home in a stained dress was less appealing. ‘Fine, but I don’t have anything to change into.’ Logan disappeared for a moment and returned with a bikini. ‘Here, you can change into this.’ Alessia’s eyes widened. ‘A bikini? I can’t wear this,’ she protested. ‘It’s either this or go home in your underwear,’ Logan replied, raising an eyebrow. Alessia glared at him half-heartedly. ‘Wait! What happened to the clothes I was wearing before I changed into the dress? I put them in my bag, and my bag is in your car.’

She should know his taste better since he used to be a regular here. It happens that all the dresses she brought for some reason showed a lot of cleavage. I have a beautiful body and nothing to be insecure about. I could handle a little exposure dress but nothing too much. I tried them on regardless, I wasn’t trying to ruin the moment. For every dress I put on I had to walk out to show Logan even if he wasn’t watching and was on his phone throughout. I had the lady bring me more cover up dresses since Logan wasn’t saying anything and after putting on a few and walking out, Logan requested that we rounded it all up.

I could feel my cheeks heating up as I felt Logan’s gaze on me. I felt so exposed. And for some reason it excited me. I still felt Logan’s gaze on me as I slid on my underwear and then got into the champagne gold short dress that was contained in the box Mrs Johnson came to drop off earlier. The dress fitted perfectly and accentuated my curves. I was trying to fix my necklace when I felt Logan’s large arm around my waist. That made me lose grip of the necklace and it fell but Logan was quick enough to catch it.