Perfect Groom Novels & Stories

"Look, if you're not happy, I don't have to be your MC. No need to be so passive-aggressive about it." She turned and walked off. The groomsmen exchanged looks, then all eyes landed on Derek. His face flushed. He lowered his voice. "She's a professional. This is for your benefit. What's your problem?" There was a slight pause, then he flashed a knowing smirk. "Jealous again? And they call you a Powell heiress. You'd think you'd have more class."

I stood in my elaborate wedding dress in the center of the hotel banquet hall, bowing slightly to the guests gathered around. "Thank you all, friends and family, for coming to today's wedding ceremony. However, there's been an unexpected change. The bride will no longer be me. It will be Lisa Jenner instead. "I deeply apologize for this surprise, and I'm grateful that everyone took time out of their schedules to attend this wedding banquet. I hope this won't dampen your spirits, and please continue to enjoy the celebration."

But in reality in Olwen's situation, it was nothing more than torture. Olwen wasn't sure how long she would hold out. ... The song of happiness resounded throughout the church. At this time, all the guests invited to witness the beautiful moment, with blessings for the couple, stood up. Everyone looked at the entrance at once. Groom Jack Ramos, in a high-fashion suit, also obeyed inertia, looking in the direction the crowd looked. Jack's eyes suddenly froze at the shimmering beauty of Olwen. And then a satisfied, carefree smirk crept onto the man's lips.

He had stepped aside to rest. Jayden moved slowly through the lavishly decorated venue, dazed. His eyes reddened with envy and disbelief as he looked at me. "Leah… the wedding you once promised me wasn't even half this nice. And you gave all this to Nick?" I looked at him, unraveling at the seams, and answered without changing expression. "Funny you mention that. I should thank you, actually. Jayden, thank you for letting me go." "You—You're thanking me?!"

As he waited, his eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and nervousness, conveying the depth of his emotions on this momentous day. The sunlight filtering through the stained glass windows cast a warm glow on his face, enhancing the natural charm that captivated everyone's attention. Every movement exuded grace, from the way he adjusted his tie with a gentle flick to the composed yet palpable energy radiating from him. The groom's presence at the altar was not just about physical perfection; it was a symphony of charisma, anticipation, and an undeniable magnetism that set the stage for a truly enchanting union. Enrico look at his daughter again and he saw how excited and jubilant she was st

For the 18th time, Tyra Stone calls off our wedding because I'm a beat too slow during the vows. She looks at me with utter disappointment. "You know I'm a perfectionist. Why can't you follow the wedding schedule exactly? If you can't keep up next time either, maybe you should just let your best friend marry me instead." My so-called best friend, Jeremiah Young, is known for being obsessively punctual. For some reason, Tyra has made him the standard I'm expected to meet. If I come downstairs a minute later than he does after work, she will drive off with him without looking back. If I arrive at the restaurant half a step after him on Valentine's Day, she will give him the candlelit dinne

I hand him the empty glass, "I am ready." He nods, opens the door and extends his hand to help me out of the limousine. Everything was happening so fast that we were already at the entrance of a chapel. Where are we? I ask him, and he tells me it's called the Chapel of Reconciliation, and I don't need to change because the silver silk dress I'm wearing is just the dress I can wear to the altar, but I do need the dress... I stopped him and told him I'm perfect, that the dress of my dreams I'll wear with my true marriage.

ADRIANO 2 YEARS LATER... He looked exactly the groom he was; he was dressed in his black three-piece suite, a white shirt, navy blue tie, black oxfords and his hair was styled in a neat side part. He looked perfect, he looked good but he didn’t feel good. He felt like crap. He was anything but happy about his marriage but he had to pretend to be the happy groom that he was not. It was a good thing that he was good at masking his emotions.

Isaac was too busy accompanying Jenny as she tried on wedding gowns to pay any attention to my whereabouts. In the blink of an eye, it was my wedding day, and also the first time I met my future husband, Henry. I had to admit that Mom and Dad were excellent judges of character. Henry was a lot more handsome in person than he appeared in his photos. He was flawless in both his features and his physique. The bridal party was pretty grand, too. Once I got into the car, the bridal convoy set off. We chanced across another bridal party, and as was customary in our city when this happened, the cars stopped to let the brides exchange bouquets as a form of mutual well-wishing.

Uninterested she looked down to focus on her food but the words that came out from her father's mouth made a knot in her stomach. "Raise your glass and toast to the unification of our family, to love, partnership, fruitfulness and marriage. To the future of Hedge corporation and the Pearson's family" He said grinning ear to ear like a child in a candy store. She choked!!!!!!!!! Something is wrong!!!!!! Next thing she knew a young man in his twenties was handing her a glass of water looking concerned, without bothering to care she gripped the glass and gulped the water down like her life depended on it before asking in condescending manner "Who is getting married?"