Groom Stories Novels & Stories

The nurses must have thought I was still unconscious, because they made no effort to keep their voices down. "He's that famous guy, isn't he? The groom whose wedding got postponed nine times?" "That's him. It was all over the news. I don't know what he's holding on for. The bride obviously doesn't love him." "They traded sighs for a moment, and then one of them suddenly pointed across the hall, her voice rising with excitement. "Look over there. That's the Prescott heiress with some guy at the pharmacy counter, and she's fussing over him like he's made of glass."

The groom's expression, however, was anything but pleased. Lorenzo became even more infuriated when he found out the church he had booked was hosting a wedding. His baskets of roses had been pushed into a corner to make room for lilies. "What's going on?" he snapped, grabbing one of the church staff, his face dark. "I paid for exclusive use of this place for the entire day!" Just then, the wedding ceremony ended. The church doors swung open, and cheers spilled out. The groom looked familiar. He was the Don of the Argento family from Southern Darvent, Dominic. The possessive way he gazed at his bride left no doubt about his feelings.

I’m not blaming anyone, but you could’ve handled things better. Babe <3: I’ll be the bigger person here. For old times’ sake, maybe we can try to be civil. And honestly? I miss you. You were my best friend. Babe <3: I’m getting married in two months. Right before the tour starts. Never thought I’d meet the one, but I did. I hope you find that too. Babe <3: We’re doing a month-long cruise before the wedding. I sent the invite to your email. It’s couples-only, so bring your boyfriend. Or maybe that friend of yours… Mara? Doesn’t matter, just bring someone.

Her lips trembled, and her frail, aged fingers hovered in the air, as if afraid that touching me would make me disappear. "Max? Is it really you?" I crouched lower toward her and took her hand. "Mom, I'm back!" The next second, her palm landed hard on my face. "You rascal! Do you have any idea what these ten years have been like for me?" Gillian silently handed her a handkerchief. Mom glanced at her, understanding at once, and pulled us both into her embrace. … A week later, Mom hosted a wedding for Gillian and me at the Carrington residence. Only a handful of very close relatives and friends were invited.

Nicholas Sanders had heard enough, there seems to be more going on, he smiled to himself, his plan was going perfectly well, If Evangeline happened to die from the hands of Ortom’s thugs, it would be one less problem for him, he would get Mary whatever she wanted, and he would use whatever means possible. He walked up to the both of them, hugging them both“Commanders, whatever you are talking about can wait, I think we have a long-expected guest riding in” He collected the handgun handed over to him by Ortom as they all looked out the window to see a dangerous and menacingly and bloody blue-eyed man alight from his horse, though they were rather taken aback by the fact that he was dressed in

His best man, Mac, and his groomsmen looked handsome, too. As he took my hand from Grandpa, he pressed it against his lips before linking our hands. I then gave Kailin my bouquet of roses, lilies, and wild orchids. “Dear families, elders, pack members and friends, we’ve gathered here today to witness Nirvana and Knight as they exchange their vows in marriage,” he continued, emphasizing the values and importance of marriage and loyalty. After we exchanged dos and rings, Victor asked, do you have vows, Knight?”

I said with a smile. "Sure, mam. We have a lot of styles and designs in that." She replied with a smile. "Wit whom you wanna start mam?" She asked. "Groom. Their outfit will take less time than bride's." I said the last part looking at Adam. Even though Adam replied with a smile, I can see the annoying look in his eyes. "You can find different styles in this mam." She said while giving a book.

She wanted to prod her son, but could not speak out loud with their in-laws nearby, and so became antsy as she watched. Ember's parents were puzzled too. "What is Zachary doing?" Still, the emcee was experienced and something as simple as this was no trouble for him to smooth over. "I'm afraid our bridegroom is feeling shy," he said light-heartedly, "I'm sure he's saving that sweet first kiss for our bride under more romantic circumstances. Now, beloved guests, please raise your glasses to a toast in honor to these newlyweds, and wish them that their blissful union shall last eternally!"

We're definitely going to get married. Lisa smoothly linked her arm through Michael's. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and there was a mocking glint in her eyes. They continued toasting and thanking the guests as if nothing had happened, as though what had just occurred was merely an insignificant little episode. I looked around the venue, taking in the wedding scene I had carefully planned, then looked at the groom, who was supposed to join hands with me for life. I lowered my eyes, gently touched my stomach, then turned and left the hall.

Harrison's POV My fiancee, Charlotte Vaughn, walked up to me with a glass of wine in hand and looked at me with disappointment. "Harrison, you came with a fake invitation. Are you trying to frame your brother again?" I originally had no intention of attending the wedding of my adoptive brother, Jonathan Arden. But he had sent me an invitation with complete sincerity, begging me to show up and even saying he wanted to apologize to me in person. We were still family, after all. I wanted to reconcile with my parents and give Jonathan a chance. Yet I never could have imagined his bride would turn out to be my fiancee.