My Groom Novels & Stories

A Few Months Later The sun cast its golden glow across the sprawling garden, the air alive with the scent of roses and the gentle hum of a string quartet. Frederick stood at the altar, his tailored suit a perfect fit, but it was the warmth in his eyes that truly defined him. This wasn’t just any wedding. It was a second chance—a rekindling of a love that had weathered storms and emerged stronger than ever. By his side stood Ethan, their little groom, looking dapper in his miniature suit. The boy’s chest puffed with pride as he held the rings tightly in his small hands. His bright eyes scanned the aisle with excitement, waiting for the moment his mother would arrive.

Adro replied before embracing Grace again and laying her down. "I can't wait to marry you," Grace said, drawing a line on Adro's cheek with her finger. "You'll surely look enchanting in a wedding dress," Adro said, taking a deep breath. "Just imagining it makes me nervous." Grace chuckled. "A model and a prince like you?" "A wedding ceremony happens only once in a lifetime. I'll also be facing the most beautiful bride in the world," Adro answered, rubbing his face on Grace's neck and making her giggle.

"What? I'm just saying, if you want this to be perfect, step it up. Remember, there are many cameras waiting for a peek outside that door." This wedding had created quite a buzz, and everyone wanted to know what would happen after the storm my family had weathered. Hoping that their lenses would capture this happily ever after ending. But with each passing second, as the time got later, doubts started creeping in about whether it would happen. No, no, I shouldn't lose hope. I trust Natasha, I love her, and she loves me back. I just need to be patient. "Here they are..." Aaron announced, taking his place by my side and nudging me with his elbow. "Get yourself together, Mr. Groom, or Tasha wil

“Ouch. Well, I understand why you—” He held up a third finger. “THREE.” She sat up straight. “There’s another one? A third finger?” “Oh yes.” He waved his middle finger in the air. “As a matter of fact, this is the worst of the fingers. Three: I am a groomsman.” She swung around and faced him, mouth wide open. “Are you kidding me? A groomsman? What? Why? How?”

“Yes!” “Awesome,” Amelia kissed her cheek and tickled her sides until she giggled but they were interrupted when a knock sounded on the door. Everyone went quiet, while wondering who it could be as Cookie walked to the door but she opened a fraction of it to see the groom there, with a boyish grin on his face. He was dressed to the nines in his custom-made black tux and his dark hair was neatly slicked back, away from his face, giving him a fierce yet handsome look. Cookie thought Amelia was a lucky woman from just one glance at him but she frowned.

he asked. "Ready, Father," I replied. He smiled, kissed my head and we walked down the aisle where my eyes landed on my handsome groom wearing white dress pants and a matching silk soft lavender button-down shirt to complete the look, standing barefoot on the sand by the beach with Cameron standing beside him, dressed up just like his father.

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.

It framed his face with a touch of nonchalant elegance, a perfect complement to his overall look. Completing his ensemble were his shoes, a reflection of his attention to detail. He wore polished black leather shoes, laced neatly to his ankles. The shoes exuded a timeless charm, their glossy surface catching the light as he moved. With every step, they added a refined touch, underlining the care he had taken in preparing for this momentous day. In his entirety, Kay embodied a groom who was not just impeccably dressed, but who also carried an aura of genuine happiness and anticipation, ready to step forward into a lifelong union with Carmen.

"Why are you slandering your fiancee like this, Nate? I can pretend that I didn't hear what you just said, so stop being so stubborn." He offered the bouquet back to me and continued, "Why don't we discuss this later after the wedding? Let's not delay the ceremony any longer." I didn't take the bouquet and let it fall to the floor, causing the petals to scatter everywhere. My tone was as cold as ice when I stared into Justin's bewildered eyes and hissed, "I'm being stubborn? The rest of the groomsmen remained in their spots. You're the only one who took off your shirt and approached her.

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.