Groom Stories Novels & Stories

"Well, you know Gabe and I would never say no to clients in need. Thank you for hiring us, we will do our absolute best to make your special day extraordinary." I look at the groom to be, who has a sour expression painted on his face. He is wearing a rather baggy and wrinkly t-shirt, cargo shorts and sandals. With unkempt curly hair and a big nose, he's not a bad looking guy. He just looks grumpy - really grumpy.

The four grooms looked dashing in their royal robes and with their threadbare attire leaving so little to the imagination, no one could stop drooling over their hard, jack packed abs, ripping muscles and bare chests. Dominic smiled at his coven members who waved at him enthusiastically and only when the officiant cleared his throat and asked everyone to stand up, did the stench of bursting arousal come under control to some extent and various noises died down. Cute, little flower girls and boys from various packs and covens, looking dainty and handsome, showered magical flowers everywhere and the most beautiful carpet of soft, scented petals was formed down the aisle. The experience was magi

I asked, widening my eyes. She chuckled, covering her mouth with her hand. I had never seen a more elegant lady than her highness before. She looked even more beautiful when she laughed. “No, of course not, sweetheart. They take the bath separately. The groom bathes in his room and the bride in hers, but at the same time.” I looked at my hands on my lap, flushed with embarrassment. God! Why did I ask that? So embarrassing! Lady Ella continued. “Then the groom gets ready in a pure white traditional robe with long sleeves and the bride wears a light white gown. The groom enters the bride’s room and, according to the ritual, dries the bride’s hair with his sleeves…”

Hated, even. I wonder if that is what is going through his mind too, as he brushes a strand of hair from my face. “What ungentlemanly things?” I ask. A slow grin spreads across his face. “Kissing you.” “Gentlemen kiss their ladies.” He raises an eyebrow. “Is that so?” “Yes. There is a moment in the wedding ceremony where the groom kisses the bride.” His eyes glint with mischief. “Hm. It seems I’m not quite as well versed in the ways of gentlemen as you, Princess. You’ll have to teach me. Do gentlemen kiss their ladies like this?”

I will tell her when the wedding is done. The solo piano comes to a stop the moment I get to the wedding arbor where my Groom is waiting, looking dashing in his three-piece tuxedo with shiny suede shoes and a pair of sunshades hanging at the edge of his suit pockets. His hair is a stylish and classic pompadour haircut while I have kinky hair with decorative braids and curls. His face is unsmiling Gabriel, his best friend is right behind him, grinning from ear to ear like an idiot. If I was amongst the audience and I don't know Jayden and Gabriel, I would have assumed Gabriel is the groom not Jayden with the way he is grinning.

"Are you kidding me? what wedding? didn't you say that I had to go through some rituals? What about the Grooming stuff, how about the classes I was supposed to take for at least a month? " " there won't be any grooming or classes, we are getting married tomorrow and that's final. honestly, I don't have time for all that bullshit. Besides, you agreed to marry me right? so why do you care whether or not our wedding holds place tomorrow or in a month? "

She asked. "Ok I'll find out today." He told her. "Ok love you." She said. "I love you more!" Liam kissed her again. Gabbi, Maddi, and Caleb were coming on Friday. They are dress shopping and Caleb has to be fitted for his tux. Liam asked him to be one of his groomsmen. "I found my dress! And these are the perfect shade of purple. I hope the guys got their tuxes." She said excited. "I can't believe you are making me wear purple!" Gabbi sighed.

How awesome would that be? The popular wedding theme song started playing and just then, the groom arrived on a white horse. How delightful! He rode it, slowly and steadily like a knight in a shining armor. He was decked in a white suit and the groomsmen, all seven of them, followed behind on foot, each carrying a basket-hilted sword. The fuck!

"But why isn't the groom making your orders for you?" I forced a laugh, trying to sound casual. "There's no groom. Just a girl cosplaying as a runaway bride. Roleplaying for fun." "Is that so?" His voice dropped lower, intimate, and something in my core clenched hard. "Seems fate is on our side then, seeing as I'm dressed like a jilted groom myself." I finally looked at him. "Oh."

In the mirror, the words "Used Stud" were plastered across my face in bold letters. The crowd around me jeered. "Look at that, a used stud. Fits him perfectly." "I heard he's a 30-year-old virgin. Total freak." "Seriously, the nerve of this guy to even throw a wedding. Talk about shamelessness." Just then, the door swung open, and my fiancee, Ariel Booker, walked in in her wedding dress. My friend, Patrick Morris, sauntered over with a smirk. "Ms. Booker, your dress is a bit messed up."