My Groom Novels & Stories

The air was charged with excitement, the anticipation of the ceremony palpable. Entering the groom's suite, I found myself greeted by a team of groomsmen, dressed impeccably and ready to assist me. They exchanged nods of camaraderie, knowing the significance of the moment we were about to share. “Gentlemen,” I addressed them with a mix of confidence and gratitude. “Tonight, we embark on a new chapter of my life. Let's ensure that every detail is perfect, from my appearance to the atmosphere we create. We have the opportunity to make this a truly unforgettable experience.”

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.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let us bear witness together." Under the crowd’s startled gazes, the wedding screen went dark. Then the images began to play. It was footage from a bachelorette party. Under flashing red and green lights, a drunken Fiona had her arms hooked around Gavin’s neck, kissing him passionately. People around them were cheering. "Kiss! Kiss! Woohoo!" "This is true love!" After a long time, the two finally separated reluctantly. Fiona looked into the camera, raised her glass, and shouted, "To youth!"

"That soon..." "Mm." I slipped off my glove, showing the diamond ring on my left hand. "Gotta get back for a wedding." Her body swayed. She stared at the ring, voice catching before it finally came out. "You... You're getting married?" I nodded. Her face went rigid. The corners of her mouth twitched. Like she couldn't decide whether to smile or cry. In the end, she bit her lower lip until it went pale. "Then... congratulations." Her voice was barely there, but every word landed hard.

Carlton voices out and I whip my head to offer him a look of appreciation. "How did you...." both men looks at each other and laugh aloud like a menace...dawning on me they were teasing me. With a deep breath and the fact that Eleanor is behind this door, waiting to become my bride, I adjust the sleeve of my red and gold Ma-gua (a Chinese traditional jacket worn by groom). Behind me, my groomsmen—Anthony, Carlton, and Kayden stand in a rigid line, looking more like an armed hit squad than a wedding party. I've no idea how a teenager mad himself my groomsman, but he is. I raise my hand to knock when the he-devil speaks

The crowd gasps. "Think about your father and sister." "I do," my voice is barely a whisper. "Louder," he commands and I seethe. "I do!" He smiles and puts the gun away. What kind of groom carries a gun around on his wedding day? "You may kiss the groom," the priest says, smiling happily. I wonder if he realizes who the man I'm getting married to is. A kiss? To this bastard? I'd rather die. Let me vomit all over him.

He raised a hand, quieting me, and signaled the lighting tech. A spotlight hit me. "It's time to finish the ceremony." Somehow, the priest was already there, waiting. "Miss Hannah Hart, do you take Mr. Leroy Lloyd to be your husband?" I smiled. "I do." "Mr. Leroy Lloyd, do you take Miss Hannah Hart to be your wife?" He pulled a ring box from behind his back and slid it onto my finger. "I love you." I almost asked why he said that instead of "I do"—

There are only 12 minutes left until the lucky moment for me to leave my family home as a bride. Charles Lumley finally makes it past the games and hands me my bouquet. My relatives crowd around the doorway, urging him on. "Hurry up and take your bride to the car! The lucky moment is almost here!" With red-rimmed eyes, Mom carefully straightens my veil. Just as we're about to leave, I hear my bridesmaid, Winnie Simpson, cry out behind me. "Wait! My eyeliner is smudged. I need a quick touch-up!" I stop in my tracks, and Charles comes to a halt too. "Sure. No rush," he says. As Winnie rummages through her makeup bag, she smiles at me. "Don't worry, Nat. I'll be quick. I wouldn't want to

"Lake Como?" "A proper honeymoon," Asher murmured, leaning down to press a slow, deep, possessive kiss against her lips. "Three weeks of doing absolutely nothing except remembering that we are husband and wife." Serena melted into his embrace, her arms locking around his neck as she returned the kiss with a fierce, absolute surrender.

As the future daughter-in-law, I am making my first formal visit to my fiancé Patrick Underwood's family on Thanksgiving. At the dinner table, I raise my glass to make a toast when Patrick's childhood sweetheart, Lana Rowe, suddenly stands up and says to my future father-in-law, Alfred Underwood, "Dad, thank you for letting Patrick give me a son." I freeze on the spot. Mr. Underwood looks at Lana with emotion and says, "You've always known how to repay kindness, and you and Patrick grew up together. He should consider himself lucky to have you bear his child." Everyone at the table nods in agreement. Not a single person thinks there is anything wrong with this. Only then does Patrick fi