My Groom Novels & Stories

I rushed back to the private room where Zoe was still sitting, her plate untouched. Zoe raised an eyebrow when I returned to the private room. “You’ve been gone forever. What happened?” “I found a groom,” I said flatly. “I just need a ride to the courthouse now.” Her fork paused midair. “Excuse me?” “My groom, he’s… in a wheelchair,” I added. She blinked, then smirked. “Good. Shit, maybe he won’t cheat on you like Liam.” I was a bride itching to get married. I really wasn’t in the mood to laugh. “Can we just go, please ?”

It was finally here, a day long over due had finally come. One that had only been as an imagination to me, the only difference was that the dream starred a different groom, one that was not my destined half nor my significant other. "I now pronounce you man and wife!" The little crowd of friends and family erupted in cheers, my hand instinctively reaching for Ryan's arm, locking him in place as we walked through the flowers descending from the sky. The reception hall was filled with the scent of lilies and laughter as I scanned my eyes over everything and everyone in the room.

He held himself with a calm authority, and despite the utter chaos, there was a sense of control about him that made my knees wobble in an entirely different way. “I’m Damon,” he said, voice smooth and steady, almost like honey wrapped around steel. “And this,” he gestured at Alaric, who was now glaring at me like I personally owed him my life, “is Alaric, your soon-to-be groom.” My brain short-circuited. Groom? Did he just say… groom? My lips parted, my hands flailed slightly, and my heart threatened to jump out of my chest. “Groom? Wait… w-what? My groom? No! No, we’re not! Duh!”

"Relax. She's just helping you with the marks. Come the actual wedding day, you'll be front and center." Derek said it to me, but his eyes—and half his body—were already aimed at the door. Riley was taking her sweet time, lingering by the exit, waiting for him to chase after her. "Alright, I'm driving Riley home. Grab a cab for yourself today." I kept smiling. "Okay. Drive safe." Derek finally tossed me a look of approval, then shot a wink at his groomsmen. They gave him thumbs-ups.

Rachel Winters and I have held 99 weddings, and all 99 times, she played the runaway bride. She always makes a run for it right before the vows, leaving me alone in the awkward silence of the venue. "Felix Hampton, you have to forgive me for my impulsiveness. I promise that I won't run away again on our 100th wedding," she says. "I will hold your hand and grow old with you. I will be yours forever!" To prove her sincerity, she decides to hold our 100th wedding on a cruise ship in international waters. "We'll hold the wedding at sea. That way, even if I wanted to run, I wouldn't be able to." Yet, just as we are about to exchange our rings before the vows, Rachel strips off her wedding go

A week before my wedding, my family decided to play a little guessing game. Everyone described the happiest thing that had happened to them, and then we took turns reading the answers aloud and guessing what it was. My parents' eyes were already glistening with tears as they said, "We've waited so many years for this. It's finally happening." My younger brother, Chad Baird, practically bounced out of his chair. "I get to be the best man!" My childhood friend, Davian Robbins, flushed slightly before saying, "A dream come true. I'm grateful to everyone." Hearing all of them speak, my chest tightened with emotion. For the first time, I thought maybe they really did care about me. I

I am halfway through filling out the marriage application with Luca Moretti when his phone rings. He glances at the screen, and the moment he sees the caller's name, his expression changes. "I have something urgent to take care of. We'll register our marriage another day," he says after answering it. Before I can say anything, Luca is already on his feet. A moment later, he hurries out of city hall, leaving me sitting there alone with the unfinished application in front of me. All because his childhood friend, Rosa Conti, has woken up from a nightmare. A little while later, my phone buzzes. Luca has sent me a text. "Rosa is extremely upset. I need to stay with her. I'm not coming back

I wanted everyone to please stop looking at me. I inhale and breathe out a long breath and peeked towards the edge of the aisle. Unintentionally, a small smile spread on my face. There was my groom with his breathtaking appearance. My Bukka. He was wearing a complete tuxedo including a vest, white bow tie and tails, and shirt with striped trousers. For a few seconds, our eyes contacted and we both were unable to divert our attention from each other. It was pure bliss. I and my dad reached the edge of the aisle, and he bestowed my hand to my groom. We both smiled at each other.

Well, it works for a short time but he suddenly change. And that short time is the beautiful happening in my entire goddess life. Unforgettable memory.. The bows that we had under the moonlight. The kissed that we shared in the morning while laying on his arm. The hug that we shared under the dew that fell from the leaves of the trees in the dawn. His arms that give me warm during the colds. His kiss that makes me feel secure everytime when were together. His hands that holds me as if it's telling me that i got your back when you fall.

he whispered in my ear, his eyes traversing down my form before locking onto mine once more, filled with adoration. The wedding officiant, a tall and amiable man, commenced the ceremony. As he gracefully greeted everyone and eloquently explained the significance of this union, I couldn't help but steal glances at Ryder, wanting to savor every detail of his appearance. He stood there, a picture of confidence and poise. His eyes gleamed with joy and adoration, reflecting the love that bound us together. Clad in an impeccably tailored black suit that hugged his form exquisitely, he looked every bit the dashing groom. His short, dark hair was slicked back to perfection, accentuating his handsome