Groom Stories Novels & Stories

I kept forcing myself to gag, trying to bring up as much of the alcohol as I could. My parents spoke with the hotel staff, trying to get part of the cost refunded, since the food hadn't been served yet. They walked toward me under the staff's disapproving stares. Not that I could blame them. This was the tenth time. Every single time, we had booked the same venue, and every time, the groom failed to show. Each time, we managed to get a partial refund. The hotel manager, who had always handled our events, had gotten married the same year as me. Her kid was almost five now.

she glanced around, trying to find the dress he picked for her, not ready to acknowledge his crazy act. “I saw this tradition in Klean and I thought it was cute,” he answered. “What tradition?” “Well, the to-be groom asks the bride to marry him by getting on one knee and saying will you marry me? So, Mia Ainsworth, will you marry me?” he asked her. She seemed interested to know how this ends. Yesterday he had gotten on his knee to give her the gold and green ribbons and she wanted to see how this would go. “Okay, and then what?”

Isaac was too busy accompanying Jenny as she tried on wedding gowns to pay any attention to my whereabouts. In the blink of an eye, it was my wedding day, and also the first time I met my future husband, Henry. I had to admit that Mom and Dad were excellent judges of character. Henry was a lot more handsome in person than he appeared in his photos. He was flawless in both his features and his physique. The bridal party was pretty grand, too. Once I got into the car, the bridal convoy set off. We chanced across another bridal party, and as was customary in our city when this happened, the cars stopped to let the brides exchange bouquets as a form of mutual well-wishing.

"Leah, you're really getting married?! And… and to Nick?!" Jayden's voice cracked from disbelief, like a frayed string pulled too tight. It wasn't just that I'd gotten married, or that the wedding was being broadcast live—what he couldn't accept was that the groom was Nick, the man he'd clashed with for years. "Leah, don't—don't joke like this. I'll marry you, okay? You don't have to go this far to provoke me, dragging Nick into your act. Don't you hate him just as much as I do?"

"Gigi was our biggest regret. We couldn't let it happen again. But we were scared—scared no guy would ever be willing. They all bailed the second we stirred up drama. How could we trust any of them would actually die for you?" They weren't wrong. Couples lined up to get married every day, but how many would actually take a hit for each other? That's why they wrecked every wedding. To protect me—and to see if the groom would prove it. I'd had five fiancés. Only Leroy made it through. I broke down in their arms, shaking. "It's too much. I wish it were me in that bed... not him." They kept whispering, over and over, "He'll wake up. He will."

He nods and runs his hand through his already tousled hair. "I know we can place high. I am not worried about fighting anyone, but... Choosing a mate is special. I always imagined courting an orange beauty for months before deciding whether she would be the one, but the Harvest is only a week long. All the races will be present. I am a bit worried I won't be able to pick the one," Nole says and I place my hand on his shoulder.

Their love story was one for the ages, a testament to the power of connection and creativity. As they hugged, Akira whispered, "I'll paint our love story forever." Taro smiled, knowing their love would be a masterpiece. *The Wedding* Their wedding was a beautiful blend of traditional and modern elements. Akira's art studio was transformed into a stunning venue, filled with flowers, candles, and her vibrant paintings. Taro's colleagues and Akira's friends gathered to celebrate their love. As Akira walked down the aisle, Taro's eyes sparkled with happiness. They exchanged vows, promising to love and support each other through life's joys and challenges.

"I want you to have the most exquisite gown that money can buy." Carmen blushed, her heart fluttering at his words. "And I want you to look dashing in a tailored tuxedo that matches the elegance of the event." Their laughter filled the room as they exchanged playful banter, discussing every detail from the color scheme to the choice of music. Their wedding was to be a grand affair, with no expense spared. The penthouse transformed into a bustling hub of creativity, with designers, decorators, and caterers working tirelessly to bring their vision to life.

Both wore the same outfits. "My, my, both of you are looking so beautiful. Your grooms won't be able to keep their hands off", teased Devyani, one of their common friends. The two grooms wearing sherwani, a turban and a sword hung at their side with the help of a stole. They were sitting in the mandap waiting for their beautiful brides. The bride's parents were asked to perform the Kanyadaan, a ritual in which the bride's parents give the responsibility of their daughters to the groom.

When she had seen the ladies, she had thought that they were just there to ensure that she picked out a good dress within a really limited time, what she didn't know was that they were here to help her with everything,and by everything, she meant 'everything'. This was ridiculous! She couldn't remember when last someone helped her in the bath without it being a part of foreplay. This was just plain insanity! This made her even more curious about who her groom was? She had suspected that he would be rich and powerful but seeing that her suspicion was actually right made her even more curious. He was different from all the types of grooms she had ever heard of. What type of groom was this? Or