Bliss Dresses Logan Novels & Stories

And then in an instant, he’ll be wearing them because of Lincoln. “Come on. This is really a good store,” Lincoln said with a grin, and Shun was completely dazed before following him inside. Inside the store was cleanly lined up dresses and outfits, for both male and female. Shun roamed his eyes around the area with an awed expression. The whole store is explicitly captivating. He can see that all of the designers who designed the dressers were extremely talented. Shun felt a strange feeling in his heart while staring at the coffee-colored flowery dress in front of him. This is really beautiful… He reached out to touch it but thinking the dress would be dirty, he retracted his hand.

Chapter 20 The evening arrived with a sense of anticipation. Kaitlyn stood in front of the mirror in her suite, feeling a mix of emotions as she adjusted the delicate strap of her deep emerald green dress, which perfectly complemented her features. The gown hugged her figure perfectly; it was simple yet elegant, a reflection of her own natural beauty. It was designed to make her look every bit the part of Estefan Salvatore’s fiancée. Her hair was styled in soft waves that cascaded down her back, and the diamond necklace Estefan had given her sparkled as she held it in her hands, staring at it.

But then Logan, Lucas acknowledged wryly, had never wanted his son to marry Beverly and had instead talked a lot of nonsense about Lucas’ needing to seek a soul mate rather than a practical life partner. Her wedding dress was the colour of bronze with a metallic gleam, a long, simple column that flattered Layla’s curves and small stature. In her vibrant hair, which was swept up to show off her slim white throat, she wore only a tawny-coloured exotic hothouse bloom. The pulse beating at Lucas’ groin flared into disturbing activity, lust flaring when he least welcomed it. A primal surge of desire assailed him as her pale sea-glass eyes collided anxiously with his. She looked incredibly sexy an

I almost lost my balance but I managed to restrain myself from falling again. "Take off your clothes, strip in front of me and wear whatever I gave to you," he scattered all the clothes on top of the desk as he seriously picked what outfit I should wear. What makes me more irate aside from his choice of clothes on mine is that, Lord Damon sang Happy by Pharrell Williams. His fingers and foot release beats as he snapped and thumped it. "I found the perfect one, Kitty slut," his rough hands hold my chin tightly as he slowly lifts them up.

, one of my mom's best song is playing. So funny how, we came to Aspen so I could get rid of thoughts of mom and this is what I'm met with. I look down and 'the chosen' dress in my hands. It's very short and a little revealing but apparently it's perfect for dancing the night away. Through the boutique window, I'm distracted by the sight of Chris who dives into a jewellery store, probably in search of a battery for the watch he spoke of. He emerges a few minutes later but he's not alone. He's with a woman, fiery-coloured hair, pale skin, curves in all the right places. Maybe she's just a friend.

“Let’s see you!” I stepped out slowly. Ricardo gasped. “HALT. WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO LOOK THIS GORGEOUS?” Logan stood up from the couch, eyes widening. His gaze moved slowly, respectfully, over the dress, then met mine. “You look…” he said, voice softer than usual. “Incredible.” “Thanks,” I said, fighting the heat crawling up my neck. Ricardo clapped like an excited seal. “I knew it. This is the one! Simple elegance with killer impact.”

The air surrounding us was more of jasmine, screaming inherited old money, then of course, was Logan's favorite cologne. The view was breathtaking, screaming of everything I had secretly saved, and wished to do at my convenience, and of course, with the available finance to sponsor it, but here I am tonight, it was like a dream to me. I already knew something was up, the moment Mo started suggesting clothes that I should wear. Insistung that I wear the most expensive champagne colored dress that Logan gifted me recently “or she won't think twice in unfriending me” The suspicion even worse when Mason rushed in, offered me his arm and simply said, “Just put on a beautiful smile and don’t you

He was grinning as he flung open the closet and rummaged around in the back corner, finally emerging with a flat box. “What's that?” I asked skeptically, tucking my knees to my chest. “This,” Logan set the box on the end of the bed and popped the top off. “Is a dress. And I thought the color complimented your hair.” From the box, he drew a dark blue item that looked to be knitted. “Is it soft?” He smiled, nodding as I reached out a hand to touch the cords. “Ooh…” The dress was indeed very soft, the yarn running over and around like tiny rivers or cerulean pillars in a navy sky.

It was funny to Logan that they would be so glad on his behalf. Logan walked towards his wine rack, he grabbed a bottle, unscrewed the cap and drank from it directly. Jovy gulped hard when she could feel his eyes burning her skin. Summoning courage, she raised her head and batted her lashes at him. For the first time in her life she felt beautiful. The makeup and lovely dress she had been adorned with would have made Alice scream out with happiness. She didn't want to take any picture to avoid getting Logan angry but the makeup artist had insisted on taking just a few photos for her own personal sight.

How to exist without walking on eggshells. I step out of the shower, wrapping a towel around me, and that’s when I see a dress laid out neatly on the bed. Soft mauve, sleek satin, cinched at the waist with delicate straps. My fingers trace the fabric. It’s beautiful. Too beautiful for a meeting. But knowing Logan, it’s not just a meeting. He’s ridiculous. He’s also ridiculously sweet. “You like me,” I whisper to myself, smiling at the dress as I slip it off the hanger.