Rory And Logan Wedding Novels & Stories

She slipped her arms around him from behind and purred, "Logan, it's so cold tonight… can I sleep in your arms?" He gave a harsh snort and shoved her to the floor. "Cold? Was Lily cold when she bled out on that operating table? You told me it was just a simple blood test. So, explain how my daughter ended up dead!" Joann winced, biting her lip. "I... I don't know." Logan grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the TV, slamming her face toward the screen as footage played. "On my wedding night, you pretended to be Bella and crawled into my bed, making me too ashamed to ever face her again.

She sighed and said, "Marcus, stop overthinking, okay? You're wearing me out. I promise, once we get back, we'll have our wedding. Just let it go and go home, alright? Besides, we're already legally married; what's there to worry about?" So, she really didn't realize she'd already signed the divorce papers. And now she was trying to brush me off with the promise of a wedding—just to keep me from ruining their honeymoon. The more I thought about it, the more absurd it seemed. "Our wedding?" I let out a scoff, pulled the divorce agreement from my bag, and thrust it into her face. "Looks like you really do have a terrible memory, Rose. Did you forget we're already divorced?"

"I'm not afraid of a ruined reputation. I'm afraid of being blind to what's right in front of me. So, do you dare to marry me?" Logan stared at me for a long ten seconds. Then he bent down, picked up the coarse work shirt draped over a bench, and pulled it on. "Did you bring your ID?" I pulled my identification from my pocket. "I did." He strode toward the gate. As he passed me, he merely said, "Come." The moment we signed our marriage license, I became Logan Cross's wife. When we walked back into Willowville together, we ran straight into Wesley and Madelyn as they were heading out.

If he had loosened my ponytail, it meant that he liked my hair better when it was down. It's crazy... but I want to do it for him. "How's Logan?" Ruby asked, running her fingers through my hair. "I... I haven't seen him for days now. Do you know where he might be?" My curiosity trembled in my voice, betraying my calm façade. "Oh... I forgot. He's with the Elites," she smiled. "Elites? What's that?" I asked, a twinge of worry pricking my chest. "Do you want me to curl your hair? Logan loves it better that way." she smiled, brushing my strands gently.

Howard announced, “Because it was their request, we did not make a big deal of the wedding, but now we plan to hold a large-scale event to celebrate their union!” The crowd erupted into louder cheers than before. “What is happening?” “No clue but I am loving it.” Logan and Christa stood there, their jaws slack with shock. Marriage? Marriage? The word replayed in both their heads. “Marybeth, is this some sort of joke?” He exclaimed, reaching forward to grab at her, but was blocked by Cassian, who tutted in warning. “Why would I waste my time trying to make you laugh?” She responded. “But how then?” He demanded, “There's no way that you married my uncle. He's… well he's old!” He tried to prote

On my wedding day, my fiancee, Alisson Poole, never shows up. Neither do her bridesmaids. I stand alone at the altar all day, enduring a roomful of pitying and contemptuous stares. After 999 rejected calls, I finally accept that she has fled the wedding. Back in our empty home, I see a post from her first love, Rhett Barker. "The art I want to explore with you goes beyond the soul. It includes the body, too." In the photo, Alisson wears the million-dollar custom wedding dress I bought her. She and her six bridesmaids kneel commando at his feet. Their eyes are dazed, burning with raw desire. They look at him like he's their deity, eager to be his most devoted followers. I stare at the

I looked over at Rannon and he gave a quick nod. "Not if I beat him to it." I got up from my seat and moved to stand in front of Everleigh. "This won't solve the problem entirely, but Rannon and I agree that it may buy us some time so we can take out the slippery bastard." I said taking both of her hands into mine. "Everleigh Logan, will you marry me?" She looked from her brothers to her grandmother. Not sure of the right decision. But I knew she would make the right one. All she had to do was say one word. "Yes. Ronan Callaghan. I will marry you."

She tilted her head, tipsy and playful, and asked, "If I crash your wedding and try to steal you away, would you come with me?" Immediately, the already-excited crowd went wild. "Finally! No more pretending!" "Yeah, now this is what we came for!" "Come on, Logan, answer! Would you go with her?" Logan's eyes were slightly red from drinking. He looked at Leah with emotions swirling in his gaze. Then, with complete seriousness, he uttered, "Yes." The room erupted. "Knew it!" "Wedding crash incoming!" Their cheers drew the attention of everyone at the venue.

“Ready for what, dear?” Rory reached over, lacing her fingers through Richard’s, looking at him with a breathtaking yet terrifyingly sweet smile. “I’m ready to marry Richard. I want us to start planning our wedding right away. I want it to be the grandest celebration possible, and I’m so happy Mommy and Alana are here to share this moment with us.” Alana’s head snapped up, her eyes wide as she nearly surged out of her chair in a wave of shock, jealousy, and burning rage. Richard’s throat went bone-dry—he stared at Rory in utter disbelief. Meanwhile, Helen gasped in delight and immediately broke into applause.

Asher has a unique style. Seeing Logan makes me want to jump into his arms right then and there. But just as the thought crosses my mind, I feel a thrill of awareness; he’s undeniably excited. He stylishly places a hand in front of his trousers, trying to cover what I’ve noticed. I stick my tongue out at him as the priest stands to begin the ceremony. “Dear beloved, we are gathered here to witness the holy matrimony between Nadine Jochebed Witte and Logan Jesse West. If anyone has a reason why these two should not be joined in holy matrimony, let them speak now or forever remain silent,” the priest announces.