My Groom Novels & Stories

Instead, they were delighted to hear something from him instead of his usual grumpy look and grunts. A man wearing a perfectly designed and tailor suit came up to the stage and greeted everyone. It was the mysterious groomsman who has been the talk of the young women around. He looked regal and handsome, he may not compare with the handsome Augustine Kings, but he has his own charm that no one can deny. He turned his head towards Augustine and Allana who had stopped shedding tears and watched him instead.

The flowers got here about an hour ago and they were beautiful along with the white tent that was going to be used for the private reception for our guests. I hadn't seen Archie at all today since he had decided that he wanted to do the whole 'don't see each other before at the altar' because his mom talked him into it. It kinda sucked because l couldn't wait to see him in the grey and maroon suit that we were wearing. Right now, he was in one of the guest houses with his best man, Robert, and the rest of his groomsmen (Blaine, Ria, Giovanni, and Samuel) and Luna, who he picked to be his only groomsmaid.

He needed tranquilizers in his system, stat! The other members of the wedding party just seemed bored, especially the groomsmen. Out of the three groomsmen, one of them was a tall gentleman with gorgeous hair who kept checking his phone every five seconds–same buddy, though you're probably not getting messages about serial killers. Another guy looked hungover, and the last fellow was a short man who was awkwardly dressed to the nines with a suit, and dress shoes, and he finished his look with a bow tie. Seemed like he confused the rehearsal with the actual wedding.

"They specifically asked me to take you to play tennis this afternoon. You should really get out more and exercise." Later in the afternoon, when I arrived at the tennis court in my baseball skirt, James and Travis waved excitedly at me. "Kya, still as radiant as ever!" James said. "You look so beautiful today!" Travis said, even more enthusiastically kissing my cheek, only to be pushed away by Owen. "Go kiss your own mate, Kya is mine!" Owen held me tightly in his arms like a trophy. James and Travis were my groomsmen at the wedding. They had even written a song and choreographed a dance for it.

I pointed at the door and yelled, "Get out!" He warned me not to regret my decision before leaving with Yvette in tow. The next day, one of my colleagues sent me a video. Henry, dressed in a white suit, instructed some office people to put up a banner. "Congratulations to Mr. Henry Fenton and Ms. Yvette Samson!" the banner read. I immediately jumped out of bed. After grabbing my coat, I sped toward the happy couple's wedding venue. I scoffed as soon as I saw the banner. The wedding was being hosted at a hotel. Upon entering the lobby, I was met with a huge crowd. Not long after, I caught sight of Henry.

I jumped up and hugged Nathan tightly. I had seen them in a magazine. I knew they were a hefty price. “And I guess I should put mine on,” Nathan smirked, pulling out the groom's ears, which were a baseball-style cap with ears and a bow tie. “Look at my handsome groom,” I said, smiling. “Look at my beautiful bride,” Nathan replied.

The most attractive man I've ever laid my eyes on. Walking down the isle with my arm wrapped in my father's towards the man I've dreamt of marrying for as long as I can remember. Standing there in his black fitted suit, showcasing just how ripped he is, with his tattoos crawling up his neck. Watching him as tears flow freely down his face as he watches me walk towards him with the brightest smile I've ever seen on him. Matching those of his groomsmen who couldn't be happier for their sister and brother. His brothers and mine all watching in awe as I gracefully make my way down isle.

"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.

the housekeeper suggested. She glared at her. "I'll soon sell you off." Christina chuckled. She knew the lady would miss her so much if she tried such a thing. They both left the room to the sitting room to get the groom and his friend seated comfortably waiting for them. Melita studied the young man completely while on the stairs. She felt goose pimples all over her at that moment. Damnit! The groom looked sexy in the suit. This time more handsome than ever. His blue trousers that fitted his body shape and the black shoe he had on matched his appearance.

A moment after our arrival, we were served with chilled lemonade. Earlier than I assumed, the couple came into the hall. The crowd was dense but the groom stood out. He was taller than most of the spectators and looked sophisticated in his perfectly woven green robe. He had a long face with spectacular cheek bones, topped with brown slanted and hooded eyes. Slightly plump mouth with a perfect archbow on the top of tge IP; straight pointed nose and spode-like shade of skin. Hid skin was smooth and glossy as it shone brightly beneath the moonlight.