Rory And Logan Wedding Novels & Stories

He smiled and I nodded. “Mommy, is it true you're getting married to Logan's dad?” Lyra asked, tilting her head to a side. “Yes.” I replied and the duo squealed, rushing to my side to grab each hand. “From now on, Logan will call you mum.” Lyra squealed, raising her fists. “And I'll call you dad, Logan's dad. Now, mum, let's go shop for some clothes for your marriage.” I was practically dragged by the duo towards the mall with Gavin walking behind us with a smile on his face like a proud father. A warm feeling overwhelmed my heart and I couldn't help but smile as I went after them, doing as they asked.

Logan got up from his seat and walked out from the room. "Why did Leah want to be with you?" I hissed and followed Logan out. Why can't Adrian say anything? Is he protecting something? I really can't trust Adrian to tell him about Aria's pregnancy. "Where are you going?" I asked Logan. "I have to call someone and I'll tell you later." He said and I stopped midway. He walked to his study room and I walked back to Adrian. "The wedding is 2 weeks away, why do you ask me this now?" Adrian asked curiously and I shook my head.

“You’ll do what, exactly? I need to hear you say it.” “I’ll marry you,” Logan says, his voice growing stronger. “Fake marry you. We’ll make peace with Eunia, invite her to the wedding, and then…” He pauses, his eyes going dark. “And then I’ll take her, ruin her marriage with Cole.” “Perfect,” I clap my hands, unable to suppress my smile now. Logan struggles to his feet this time, managing to stay upright despite the alcohol still present in his system. His gaze hovers over me and for a moment, I think I see something like respect in his eyes.

He was surprised but nothing mattered more than her, he immediately averted his attention to his bride and went forward with her, holding her hand gently. Though this had been his first time at a wedding, Logan had made sure to watch movies of the same just to ensure that he didn't make a mistake, all these however came so naturally to him. In his mind he was already visioning the two of them in their honeymoon. He couldn't wait for it to finally end. "Do you Logan Reigns take Elise Crawford as your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to hold, in sickness or in health for better or for worse till death do you part?" The priest asked.

"Ready." The doors opened, and everyone stared at me in awe, but I couldn't help but glue my eyes at the man at the end of the aisle. Logan stood tall, his eyes watered as did mine. He stood so handsomely in his black suit, his curls perfectly tamed and a smile to kill for. We said our I do's and were officially declared Mr. And Mrs. Logan Spencer, ending it with a big kiss. ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

Onyx shouted from a distance which made Rory part from Tinsley with disbelief. "Onyx." Rory ran to Onyx's figure in the distance and jumped on him with happiness. "Onyx. You can't wed anyone except me." She warned him and hugged him tightly. "Hm. I won't." He replied with a happy smile and hugged her tightly. Rory grabbed his shoulder, "I'm ready. Let's go. Take me back to your family. Don't marry anyone. I'll marry you whenever you want. Just don't marry that girl." Rory stared at him determinedly which made him stare back at her in confusion.

Logan said before taking his gaze to our crying child in the nurse’s hands. “What shall we name her?” “Caitlyn. Caitlyn Michealson.” Logan replied, giving my cheeks a gentle stroke. After some months, Logan and I decided to have our second wedding. We want to renew our vows and reunite legally. The sun shone brightly over the lush green lawn. Excitement lingered in the air as several guests showed up at our wedding. Ursula came all the way from Australia to attend the event. Logan stood at the altar, his eyes fixed on the entrance.

Logan was in the kitchen, his silk shirt rolled to the elbows, wearing a ridiculous pink floral apron over his lethal frame. "How about we visit the Pacific Bridal House tomorrow?" Logan asked, squatting by the sofa so we were eye-to-eye. "My little runaway Luna." I blinked, my mind foggy with sleep as I clutched the fur blanket. "What... what bridal house?" Logan smiled, his voice soft enough to disarm me. "Our first vows were whispered in a drafty cabin with no witness but the wind. You wore a simple shift. I want to give you a memory that matches your rank. Now that you know I am Logan Pierce, I want to pledge my life to you again." I wanted to say no, to tell him it was a waste of time,

"Rae, it's not like that. There are reasons. I can explain everything." Richard immediately cut him off, pulling me closer. "Young Master Logan, please respect yourself. Don't touch my mate." Logan's eyes widened in disbelief. "Your mate? That's impossible! Rae is my fiancée, we were preparing for our wedding!" His voice cracked, and his eyes filled with raw emotion. His gaze locked on me, red and pleading, waiting for me to deny Richard’s claim. But his hope was crushed. I stepped toward Richard, standing next to him.

“Rory, don’t try to sow discord between us! “I know better than you what kind of person he is. I don’t need to learn about him from someone else.” “Fool!” Mable was furious. “That’s enough, Rory!” Rory fell silent. After a long time, he asked, “When is the wedding?” Mable snapped back, “December 28th.” Rory laughed. “What a good date.” Before Mable could speak, his tone became serious. “Mable, if you dare marry Blair, I’ll turn that day into his memorial day!” A cold glint flashed in Mable’s eyes, and her expression turned solemn. “Rory, do you know what you’re saying?”