Bliss Dresses Logan Novels & Stories

I was taken aback by his gesture, and I stuttered, "Logan, I... I didn't realise... my dress..." Logan leaned in, his voice gentle, "I don't want anyone to see you exposed like this." His words had an underlying tone of protectiveness and care, which sent a shiver down my spine. With Logan's jacket still wrapped around me, and the memory of our time at the waterfall still fresh in my mind, it was time to leave. I noticed Logan's reluctance to let me go with Liam. Their history had never been pleasant, and it was no secret that Logan didn't particularly like Liam. It was evident when Logan gently spoke, "Blaire, come with me," his protective demeanour making it clear that he wanted to ensure

I follow Logan out the room to see what hideous flumpie, granny dress she's got on, only to see her in a classic, black, lace dress, with the v neckline just right for her figure, any lower and she would be showing to much off, any higher it would be boring and unflattering. "You look lovely, perfectly acceptable. It suits you" Logan tells her. "Yeah, perfectly acceptable for a slapper " I mind-link at her. That did it, she looks uncomfortable, good we can go now.

Hours on the clock ticked by and soon it was time to head to Alpha Kyran’s territory. Logan turned to look at Levy who was muttering something under her breath as she tried to pull the green dress down her thighs. “ Whats the matter?” He questioned upon seeing her upset. “ Whats the matter? The dress is a size too small!” Levy snapped at him as she tried to tug the dress for the fiftieth time. “ It’s riding on my legs, what if I flash someone? Why did you bring a dress like this?” Logan arched a brow and then looped his arm around Levy’s waist before dipping his fingers such that he could caress her core. His touch caused Levy to stiffen as she turned to look at him with a violent blush scat

A saleswoman approached, all smiles and perfect makeup. "How can I help you today?" she chirped. Her eyes lingered on Logan. Appreciative. Logan gestured at me. "She needs everything. Head to toe." The woman's eyes widened. She looked me up and down. Taking in my worn jeans. My faded t-shirt. My scuffed sneakers. I wanted to disappear. "Of course," she said, recovering quickly. "Right this way." What followed was a whirlwind. Dresses in silk and satin. Jeans that hugged curves I didn't know I had. Blouses were softer than anything I'd ever touched. Shoes in every style imaginable. Logan insisted I try it all. He barely glanced at the price tags.

I said, approaching him with a smile, “how about a dinner date this Sunday at Elysian Bistro?” Logan’s eyes lit up. “Sounds perfect,” he agreed, his smile matching mine. He had no idea what I was planning, but he didn’t need to know. All he needed to do was play his part. Sunday evening arrived, and I meticulously prepared for our date. I chose a sleek, elegant dress that hugged my curves just right, with a deep emerald green that matched my eyes. Logan looked like a heartthrob in his tailored suit. Together, we were the epitome of a power couple, a sight that would draw everyone’s attention.

I refuted "But he'd soon be" Kate teased I pressed the landline and told Emily to get Nia's dress. She entered minutes later with the dress. After unfolding the dress, Nia gasped "This is so beautiful" she gushed "I know right. Avina designed it herself" Kate told her "Thanks, Vina. This is so beautiful" she appreciated It was a long-sleeved navy blue dress with pearls on the chest and a thigh-high slit. She wore it and she looked beautiful.

And they began to argue all over again until there was a loud knock on the door and Henry and Logan stepped in. Logan was holding a red tight fitting dress and a bright smile adorned his face as he walked up to me. What could they be up to now? "Miss me?" Logan grinned upon getting to where I stood but my face remained stark cold. "It's fine," he said, "You'll get used to me soon, we have plenty of time." Then he tossed the dress into my arms. "What is this?" I grimaced at it. "Don't pretend like you don't like it," Logan smirked, "Isn't it just the type you wear at the pub?"

”love what are you talking about “I screamed “ I don't love sin !” I tried to look away as my heart clenched at my words. Blythe clinched her fists til her knuckles were a creamy white color. In it's wake is only a cold emotionless presided within her eyes. “I seen you everyone seen your brazen scene. Have you no shame?!”she screamed “Blythe you have this all wrong I'm not giving eyes to sin were just friends. Nothing more “ I stated as she paced the small bathroom

Ava had chosen the teal blue dress for the evening. It clung to her body like a second skin and had a strap over one shoulder, leaving the other naked. But the thing that made the dress stand out were the decorative seams that had been sewn in a way that showed off her curves. They seemed to outline her breasts, ass, and hips. She had eaten dinner with Ryder and Tom in the dining room. Zane and Jax were out on business that would keep them out longer than usual. When they got back, they all would go straight to the club. There was a soft knock on the door and when Ava opened it, Zane was standing outside. It looked like he was about to say something, but he just looked at her.

She was high-spirited, I’d give her that, and I wasn’t opposed to a little energy, but someone needed to tell her that I wasn’t dating Logan. I was just someone he was... helping? That sounded as sketchy as it was. “I have beautiful dresses!” she said with so much enthusiasm I half-expected her to burst into song. She clapped her hands together like an excited child, and I glanced at Logan helplessly. He just shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips, as if to say, “You’re on your own.” “Dinner dresses, office clothes, even casual outfits,” she continued, looping her arm through mine without asking. “You’ve come to the right place!”