Perfect Groom Novels & Stories

But it seemed to excite him. " Sir, please leave me. " " Why should I? First of all, stop calling me sir. I am your fiance. We are about to get married. So get used to the fact and start calling me as Vikram." " Secondly, as you know that I won that bet, so I am entitled to take my prize. " I got a bit tensed as what was he going to say but he was smiling. " And?? " " And as a prize, I want to take you in my arms and kiss you senseless, till both of us are out of breath. I want to hold you in my arms... "

The girl’s body trembles slightly as her dark violet eyes clash with the crown prince’s two dark obsidian. “I hate cheap women like you,” whispers Louis quietly. Her dark violet iris widens to hear the sadistic utterances of the tall man. Louis immediately pulled my hand, went into the room, leaving the woman still standing there. *** The penthouse room with the classic design is so stunning my blue eyes. This room dominated by gold color has complete facilities with a variety of luxurious furnishings filling the room. The night view of Seoul city looks beautiful from behind the large window of the room. Louis took off the black jacket he was wearing earlier and placed it on a special hanger

I’ll have to tell Mara her couch has a nasty habit of disappearing when I need it most. “What?!” Mara practically shouts into the phone. I hear muffled voices around her before her tone drops low and sharp. “I’m sorry, I’m at work, but… did I hear you right?” “You did!” I declare dramatically, waving my free hand in the air like she can see me. “He sent me an invitation to his wedding. And not just that—a month-long, couples-only cruise before the wedding! Since I clearly can’t move on, you’ll have to be my plus one.”

His heart fluttered feeling something happy when he was with the woman who became his wife. Carver smiled and showed off his good looks, namely having a clean white face and a sweet smile with a few eye bags that made his eyes look charming in front of women. For some reason Violeth feels that the most handsome and best man is Carver. In fact, of all the handsome men she's ever dated to tussle with, only Carver is the perfect and comforting one. Carver feels comfortable having an arranged wife, who becomes the daughter-in-law of the Fletchers. For Carver, the wedding a few days ago was just a favor and he did it because he had to, but fate turned out better than he could have imagined.

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

What are we going to do then? The occupants of the room all looked at one another, Mrs Sanders laughed out first the other’s followed suit, suddenly feeling refreshed, she tilted her head, and smiled genuinely at Polly for the very first time in her life “ I have always given my daughter whatever she desired in life. And she doesn’t take no for an answer, No matter how reluctant he is, no matter how much he likes the title of being the Reluctant Groom he can’t be reluctant forever.” She said with a beam on her face

Now, watching Liam stand at the center of the room with Qing Lin on his arm, Kayla wondered if she’d made a terrible mistake. Liam looked every bit the perfect groom – his black tuxedo immaculate, his hair styled perfectly, a smile playing at his lips as he greeted guests. Qing Lin was breathtaking in a white gown embroidered with pearls, her dark hair pinned up in an elaborate twist. They made a stunning couple, and everyone in the room knew it.

His fingers brushed mine, and the warmth of his hand was a shock. "You look exhausted, Elowen," he murmured, his eyes full of what looked like genuine concern. "Let me take care of you tonight. Just for tonight, no business, no work, just us. Okay?" I took a slow sip of the wine. It was rich and smooth, tasting like luxury and effort. I looked at the table he’d set, the simmering pot, his smile. It was perfect. A perfect, warm, loving picture of a perfect marriage.

I stood on the stage alone in my wedding dress. I turned to the guests and gave a deep bow. "Thank you all for attending my wedding. Unfortunately, there have been some last-minute changes. "Bianca York will now take over Sandra Zimmer as the bride. I sincerely apologize, and please enjoy the night." The room fell completely silent. Gordon Abbott—the groom—stormed onto the stage and snatched the glass from my hand. "Sandra, what are you talking about? Today's our wedding. That was just a mistake!" His expression was unmistakably dark.