Rory And Logan Wedding Novels & Stories

"And what about your own mate, alpha? How are things going with her? Are you still fighting the mating bond?" Logan avoided Casper's eyes. "Let's not talk about my mate for today, all right? Today is all about you and your lover." "Okay, okay." Casper grinned and stood up "The wedding starts at six tonight. Don't be late, Alpha." "I have never been late a minute in my entire life." The alpha said mockingly and they both laughed, then Casper walked out of the room. When it was time for the wedding, Logan walked down the staircase dressed in a spiffy midnight blue suit with a lighter blue shirt underneath. Immediately he stepped into the foyer he was stunned into silence. The whole place was a

“Well, with her career about to explode, I should be worried, right? More people will see her, and some might try to steal her from me. My charms might not be enough to keep her.” “Your charms?” I echoed, deadpan. He leaned closer, his voice dipping low and intimate so only I could hear. “You’re still here, aren’t you?” Okay, fair. “But don’t worry,” he continued, loud enough for everyone again. “When we do get married, I’ll make sure it’s the kind of wedding people talk about for the next hundred years.” “Extravagant century wedding?” one of the guys laughed. “Exactly,” Logan said with a wink. “And because I’m feeling generous…” He paused for dramatic effect, scanning the group. “Everyone h

Such a responsible brother and father deserves more than thus happiness of seeing his little sister reach this day. "Hi," I say to my bride because that's all I'm capable of right now. "Hi," she replies and squeezes my hand. "You look lovely." "So do you." She grins, and all my nerves melt away, as does the music, and it's just Arya and me and Reverend Douglas. He clears his throat, commanding everybody's attention, and the wedding begins. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the joining in matrimony of Logan Conley and Arya Lowell." The good reverend smiles benevolently down at both of us, and I tighten my hold on Arya's hand.

The bridegroom was the son of my father's friend. My mother took my hand and asked, "I saw you zoning out earlier. Were you thinking about him again?" I blinked. "I was just wondering how they made the fish at the banquet. It tasted different from the ones you make." She laughed, "I'll have your dad ask them." I snuggled up against her. It was a peaceful, loving moment. ... Before the wedding began, Rory stood outside my room for a long time. He wanted to explain himself. This wedding wasn't about love. It was just to make up for Sienna's regrets.

The man immediately led his wife down the altar, across the white carpet casually, and kept smiling until flowers were pouring down on him and Elena, accompanying them along their path. Elena just kept quiet with a faint smile, trying to hide her sadness. She felt so tortured by this charade, felt like running to her room and locking herself in there while trying to contact Oskar. Yeah, of course, she still hopes that Oskar can turn this situation around. Arrived in front of the relatives, Elena and Ray received congratulations and then took pictures. Johannes came over to the paparazzi, as they weren't allowed to get too close to the bride and groom.

"I won't stop you after the wedding tomorrow. Please, don't go. My parents don't believe the Don will marry me. If you walk away, they'll sell me to that bastard who tortured his three wives to death! "If you insist on leaving, you'll need to run me over first! In any case, I might as well be dead. If you don't want me, I'll have to marry that bastard." Lorenzo's hands tightened around the steering wheel, the veins on the backs of them bulging. After a long while, he let his hands fall. On the day of the wedding, the motorcade rolled toward the church. The groom's expression, however, was anything but pleased.

There was a smile on his face. “Are you happy, Maddie?” He asked me, for the first time in last thirty minutes, he spoke. “I wasn’t this happier in my eighteen years of existence, Logan. I am finally Mrs. Wesley.” I smiled and hugged him. After the wedding reception, we left for our honeymoon. Our parents planned to send us to Switzerland for two long weeks because they thought it’s a paradise for newlyweds. I didn’t find any issue as long as my love is with me, I’d find paradise in Sahara desert.

Serena had made a bet with me, once: Sebastian would never really love me, and the day I figured that out, I'd step aside. I'd never believed he'd married me out of spite. So I'd taken the bet. Life had slapped that confidence out of my mouth. He'd married me to get under Serena's skin. On our wedding night, I'd waited in the bridal suite in my dress. He'd waited at the arrivals gate at JFK. Two people. Each one up all night, waiting for somebody else. Six years of a marriage in name only had put me into severe depression. Then came the drunken night that produced a pregnancy, and the mood swings I couldn't control, and my grandfather's death — the one person in this world who'd actually lov

“Are the engagement rumors true?” Logan was getting married? Celeste blushed and buried her face against Logan’s chest. I could practically feel my heart shattering with every passing second. The longer I watched them together, the more unbearable the pain became. “Yes,” Logan answered proudly, pressing kisses into her neck. “She is my soon-to-be wife.” My knees nearly gave out. I stumbled backward, barely hearing Ollie call my name. Someone else must have recognized me because their whispers immediately spread around me.

Andrew was patting her back. Martha and George were holding hands. Maddie was smiling. And Todd. Todd was looking at me like I was the only person in the world. Dad placed my hand in Todd's. "Take care of her." "Always." Todd said. We turned to face the minister. "Dearly beloved," the minister began. "We are gathered here today to witness the union of Rory Davis and Todd O'Connor." I couldn't stop smiling. Neither could Todd. "Rory and Todd have written their own vows." The minister nodded at us. “They’ll read it to us now.”