Rory And Logan Wedding 소설 & 이야기

“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.

while he fucked me raw on these same sheets. “Jesus fucking Christ,” I gasped, hands flying up to cover my mouth. What the hell had I done? Rhea what did you fucking do? Last night was supposed to be my engagement party. To Sebastian. His godson. And instead I let Logan Draegor—cold, ruthless, terrifying Logan Draegor—destroy me in the best and worst way possible. I let him come inside me. Multiple times. I begged for it.

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.”

“Tell Bunny I’ll write her a character reference once she gets the toothpaste out of her ears.” Logan laughs into his coffee, finally managing to start the machine. “This house,” he says, and he doesn’t say it like it’s a complaint. He says it like it’s a prayer. I pour milk into Missy’s cereal and cut up a banana for her, and Logan drops a kiss to her curls before checking his phone. “Hey,” I say, suddenly remembering, “did you call the florist about the wedding?” “I did. They’re still pretending peonies are endangered.”

I don't sound very convincing, not even to myself. Logan follows suit. He pulls out a chair and parks his elbows on the table with a smile on his face. "My plan had been to tell you over the phone what theme we were going to run at the wedding and then suggest a few songs that I thought you could sing." I resist the urge to grimace. "I see..." "But since I'm here, maybe you want to look at a few photos to get a better idea of what type of wedding it will be?" "Sure..." I'm a chatterbox today, aren't I? One glance up into Logan's face is enough to render me speechless and uncomfortable since I'm so attracted to this asshole.

Logan and I had been working on rebuilding our relationship, and Grandal had settled into his new life in the pack. ************ A month later, it was my wedding to Logan. The pack house grand hall was decorated with flowers and balloons, and our pack members were all dressed in their finest attire. I looked stunning in my white dress, and Logan looked quite handsome in his outfit too. I couldn't help but feel proud to call him my mate. An elder officiated the mating process, after which Logan declared his intention to speak to me in front everyone.

They were annoyed. "In addition, I'm also doing this party as a welcoming party for Serenity as my bride, after staying with me for almost a week. I want her to know that all the rumors heard about dragons, about me, are untrue. Because I want to live together with her, for as long as I can. And that means until she and I are gone." Logan looked at Serenity who was visibly moved by his words. "And I'd also like to announce that Serenity and I will be having a formal wedding ceremony in two days. I hope you all can make it."

The priest asks while gaping at me. I wanted to say nothing because I was confused, and thinking about the man in the crowd could be my father—but seeing Logan's face made my heart jump because of my emotion. “I…I do.” “Logan Gallagher, do you take this woman as your lawfully wedded wife?” Logan smiled at me, “I do!” A few minutes later, the priest announced. “You are now husband and wife! you may kiss the bride!” I bit my lower lip as I stared at him and kissed him in front of his men, and everyone and the priest. This makes me feel embarrassed but overwhelmed at the same time.

His eyes, filled with a depth of emotion that mirrored the journey we had traversed together, held a promise that resonated beyond the spoken words. In the glow of that pivotal moment, I said yes to Logan's proposal, sealing a commitment that went far beyond the realms of friendship. Our love story, woven with the threads of shared laughter, whispered confessions, and the enduring strength of a connection tested by time, was now reaching a new pinnacle. The day of our wedding dawned with the promise of a lifetime of shared moments and unwavering companionship. The air buzzed with excitement as friends and family gathered to witness the union of two souls who had weathered the storms of uncer

I was glad she said it, because I was worried I was going to lose my nerve. “Wha…eloped?” Logan looked completely dumbfounded. “With who?” “With Chance,” I said. “Do you remember? You met him once. Anyway, he called me up the other day and apologized and said he couldn’t wait one more second to start our lives together, so…we got married!” Logan’s face went from dumbfounded to crestfallen. “Oh.” He said quietly. “I mean…congrats. He’s a very lucky guy.”