Mail Order Groom Novels & Stories

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.

Christina smiled inwardly, " Yes, I know the hell you've been passing through all this while. I'm aware that you don't want to be with your opposite gender. But you need to do this so you won't forfeit everything you've worked for… " She gasped deeply, " Ma'am Melita, this is my idea and you need to rest on it. Hire a groom, just for sixty days. And within these sixty days, you'll get your industry ready and the contract will be over. " Melita watched her move straight into the kitchen. She wondered how easy it was going to be to put the idea into action. Hiring a groom. He will sign the contract, just for sixty days. He will live with him under the same roof until the contract is over.

Delaney took out her phone and called her secretary, Julia Briar. "Buy all the new gemstone cufflinks and have them delivered to the house. Make sure they do a good job with the packaging." "Should I have them delivered to Mr. Prescott's place?" Delaney paused for a few seconds. It struck her that after getting married, she had rarely bought me anything. Meanwhile, Tristan had been receiving a steady stream of gifts. "No," she said. "Send them to Maxwell."

"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.

"Come on, the family dinner's about to start. Don't keep the Don waiting." The car took us into the family estate. Andy held my hand as we walked into the hall. "Where have you been these past few days? You didn't even send me a message," I asked quietly. "You've always wanted a custom dress from a master designer, right? I went to Manil to find him in the past few days. I left in such a hurry, I forgot to tell you," he replied. I looked up at him. "So, where's the dress?"

Isaac studied the courier and saw the large bouquet of roses he was holding. Who were those meant for? Irene Spencer? At the same time, Irene was craning her head from her bed in curiosity. "Who is it?" The courier could feel the chilling presence Isaac was projecting, and gingerly replied, "Are you Ms. Spencer? I'm from City Express, and I will need your signature for your parcel." "Who's the parcel from?" Irene asked. "A Mr. Gooding, ma'am," he replied.

The farce didn't end just because I left. Gaius's affair lingered at the top of trending searches for days, stirring up storms across the city. Back when we started our business, people in the industry jokingly called us the "Golden Couple" of commerce. We were so plain then, barely distinguishable from passersby. Gaius would even kneel to tie my shoelaces in front of others. So when Nikki uploaded videos online—clips of Gaius abandoning me twice, on two separate wedding days—the internet erupted.

On the seventh year after the breakup, I receive a package from Clarence Fraser. All 44 pounds of said package consist of the stacks of chat history I have with him in the past. Soon, Clarence's text appears on my phone screen. "Wanna meet up? I'd like to tell you something." I pause momentarily before responding with a "1". That number signifies rejection. Then, I turn my phone off. After wiping my sweat off with a towel, I pick up another crate of fruits and continue promoting them to the customers loudly, as though nothing has happened. It's been so many years, and I don't know why Clarence decides to text me all of a sudden. Similarly, he doesn't know that I've already become so

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

She is no underage model that they think they can bully, she had been to the international stage and had far greater schemes and backlash as petty as this. ‘’Oh so his name is Rick, well how would I have known he was the groom since I haven't met him?”’ Jane asked calmly while Pamela could not help but giggle. Yes, there was indeed a mail that only came in a couple of minutes ago informing her of the health of the groom, and his name was never mentioned in the mail.