Perfect Groom Novels & Stories

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.

Being semi-famous is annoying sometimes. I also have no desire to make out with Hunter anymore. Hunter is part of my Model Perfect image, we are a package deal. It's unfortunate for me, that Aftershock has a partnership with Model Perfect. We are the 'it couple' and if there is a slip up the partnership is over. Would that be such a bad thing?

He wasted no time answering, “No. No, I’ve enjoyed my life. The ups, the downs; I wouldn’t change a thing.” I hummed in response and tapped on my glass, placing my other hand in my pants pocket. I breathed deeply and took another look at myself. My eyes looked tired and dull, my skin was the same, and my lips were somewhat set in a frown with the corners just barely sloped downward. “Why do you ask?” I shrugged and answered quietly, “I was just curious.” “Where are the other groomsmen?” Harrison looked around the room to find it empty. “Isn’t this the part where we’re supposed to be hyping you up? All drinking together and cheering to the rest of your life?”

Cam’s words ring in my head over and over: “Pro tip: he's great at pretending. Absolutely top-tier boyfriend material. He'll even text you good morning like he means it.” I barely have time to worry about it when in my peripheral vision, someone familiar catches my eye. So familiar I barely have to look to know. It’s the groom. I plaster a fake smile on my face.

The princess is worthless and is not considered by the Cannor family. "Ananda Albara Demian Dominic bin Nicholas Dominic. I marry you and I marry you to Ainayya Hikari Salvina bint Javior Jeon Cannor with a set of prayer tools. Cash!" said the judge. Javior deliberately didn't want to say goodbye because for him Nayya was nothing. And Nayya also has no right to get such a noble right from him. To him only Pavina deserves such privilege. Father failed. "I accept the marriage and the marriage of Ainayya Hikari Salvina bint Javior Jeon Cannor with the dowry paid in cash."

Baalee says and Jia leans forward. "What are the guys like... you know the ones who will be competing in this tournament thing? Should we be worried about getting paired with any of them," Jia asks and Tursa shakes her head. "No. All the champions are respected soldiers. They would never tarnish their honor by being a bad mate," Tursa says and Jia nods. Relief floods my body. I might not be attracted to the man I have to marry, but at least he will be honorable. He will treat me well.

He had seemed calm, and quiet at first, but looking at him now, I knew there was more to him than meets the eye. As the priest continues with his speech, I take my time to check out my groom. He was tall, with broad shoulders that seemed to fill the space around him. His olive skin glowed warmly in the cathedral's light, and his tailored Italian suit fit him so well, you would think it was a glove.

"But now dry those tears and stop dragging your feet, we need eight perfect suits for a perfect day!" Adele started running the store like a general leading a battlefield and by late afternoon I had the perfect suit for a perfect day and the perfect groomsmen who would be absolutely elegant for the day I'd marry my crazy girl!

she said smiling sheepishly "I never asked that, anyways i love it… what suit is best for the groom?" He asked "Wedding Tuxedos but the Charcoal grey colour and also i will get your flower" she said and left to get it "She behaves clumsily right?" I asked as he giggled "You studied her right… so clumsy but a business type" he said as the young lady came with the suit and flower. "This flower is the best and most popular, it is called roses madam do you like it?" She asked as I smiled and nodded.

, whispered softly as he walked me through my final steps toward my scorching hot prize. Euthird. He was wearing a diamond edition of a white tux and pants, also handmade by Pietro. A purple rose boutonnière adorned his left chest. His undercut brown hair was slicked back, and his face was clean-shaven, emphasizing his distinct jawline. My groom looked like a rough man straight out of a romantic movie. He just stood there, with his deep set of brown eyes, staring at me— not lovingly, but still, staring at me.