Perfect Groom Novels & Stories

His skin is cold. The vows are traditional. Love, honor, cherish. We say the words because we're supposed to. They mean nothing. When the priest says "you may kiss the bride," Damien leans in and gives me the briefest, most perfunctory kiss imaginable. His lips barely brush mine. The guests applaud anyway. At the reception, he plays his part perfectly—toasts me with champagne, dances the obligatory first dance, smiles for photographs. To everyone watching, we're the perfect couple. Handsome groom, blushing bride, fairy-tale beginning.

She had something to do with this. “ Who gives this lass to this man?” the preacher asked. Cormac and Ace say at the same time “ We do.” They bring Ailee to me and place her hand in mine after kissing her on the cheek. We turn and face the priest again. I lean in and whisper “ You look incredible.” Ailee smiles and says “ So do you.” I’m wearing a similar tux as I did the night of the gala. So are my groomsmen. Ailee wanted us to be as comfortable as possible.

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.

I will tell her when the wedding is done. The solo piano comes to a stop the moment I get to the wedding arbor where my Groom is waiting, looking dashing in his three-piece tuxedo with shiny suede shoes and a pair of sunshades hanging at the edge of his suit pockets. His hair is a stylish and classic pompadour haircut while I have kinky hair with decorative braids and curls. His face is unsmiling Gabriel, his best friend is right behind him, grinning from ear to ear like an idiot. If I was amongst the audience and I don't know Jayden and Gabriel, I would have assumed Gabriel is the groom not Jayden with the way he is grinning.

Said they were getting older and all they wanted was to see me walk down the aisle. I thought about how much they loved me growing up. I got confused. Maybe Andy and Charlie really were the problem. Maybe that's why my parents fought so hard to stop it. So for fiancé number three, I picked Edward—their pick. Someone they actually liked. But guess what? Day of the wedding, they flipped again. Over the car. I lost it. "There are ten cars here! Are all ten cursed? Do you seriously care about the cars, or do you just not want me to get married?"

They all close their eyes to channel their positive energies for few minutes and then let go of eachother's hands almost at the same time. *** Karin has been on cloud nine since they got to the reception venue; Jorge Club, where they first met. Everything had been rearranged and decorated to taste. When Johan told her he'll be handling everything, she didn't know he was going to go this far to entertain their few family and friends. She loves every detail of the decoration. From the white lilies on each table, to the tear drop shaped lights and the white roses on the floor. It looked surreal, just like him.

Shaun looked down on her, his gaze tender. "I'm Chelsea," she introduced herself. "Chelsea is my fianceé," Shaun said without a hint of hesitation in his voice. "Congratulations! I'm so happy for you," Moriah enthused. Shortly after she spoke, her eyes sparkled and she looked past Shaun and Chelsea as she saw the man coming in. An air of nobility surrounded him while he strode with his long slender legs. He was born to wear suits because of his lean physiques and his tall stature. He looked exceptionally good in suits.

The contrast between a man who cared and one who didn't couldn't have been starker. By the time I emerged in my wedding dress, guests had filled the restored venue. Julian's people had worked quickly; no trace remained of this morning's destruction. Cole's eyes widened as I appeared. For an instant, something like wonder flickered there—before he looked away, jaw set. "Don't think just because Grandpa's got me cornered, I'll marry you willingly." I clutched my bouquet of lilies-of-the-valley, my voice serene. "When did I say you were the groom?"

If he can be selfless with me for ages, I can return the favor for at least one day. Yes, I should do this! Her face bloomed with a smile that originated from her heart reaching this decision. They reached the beautiful canopy by then and Jeremy took a step forward to get her hand. She observed him closely. That tailored tuxedo, that white rose boutonniere, his neatly set hair, those pretty eyes... This is him, my groom! Fake groom, but still... Isn't he handsome? And seeing her hand in his big, rough hand, with the ring he bought her in her finger...

Damian stood in front of the mirror in the penthouse bedroom, adjusting his tie for the third time as he prepared for their real, intimate wedding ceremony. The small gathering was set for the rooftop garden at sunset—just close friends, family they had chosen, and the twins in their carriers. No press, No contracts, No threats. Just them, promising forever the way they wanted it.