Perfect Groom Novels & Stories

Tiny diamonds were scattered on her skirt; they shone brightly in the sunlight. We walked on the red carpet covered with rose petals, slowly making our way toward the priest standing in the center of the terrace. Our hearts were filled with unprecedented happiness and peace. However, just as we were about to exchange rings, a scream shattered the moment of tranquility and beauty. "Micah! You can't marry her!" I abruptly turned around to see a figure in a revealing mini skirt, her makeup ruined, and looking disheveled. She stumbled out of the nearby flower bushes.

My groom. Tall, aristocratic, impossibly composed dressed in a tailored-to-perfection all black suit. Like he was attending a funeral, not his own wedding. The only color on him, is his long honey blonde hair and his ocean blue eyes. There’s a knot between his brows, not interest, not excitement. Irritation. He looks like he’d rather be elsewhere. Which is flattering. I think,

I left. The groom’s suite smelled like cologne and varnish—woods and citrus and the faint disinfectant that officials thought made men look more respectable. The room had been set up for a hundred photographs and a dozen lies; there were trays of empty flutes, a scattering of ties, a mirror oversized enough to hold a city. Adrian stood in front of that mirror, adjusting his cufflinks with a careful, nervous hand. He wore a calm like someone who’d practiced calm until it felt natural.

It framed his face in a way that only enhanced his ruggedly handsome features. His emerald-green eyes, framed by dark lashes, held a depth that seemed to capture the essence of his soul. As he stood at the altar, his hair swept back, and a confident, yet warm smile graced his lips. It was a look that left everyone in awe, for Asher's outer appearance was a mere reflection of the inner strength and warmth that made him a truly captivating groom on this special day. Mark reached his side and held Juniper's hand out to him.

"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.

Her hair was elegantly styled, and her makeup highlighted her natural features, making her a vision of bridal perfection. Beside her stood Aaron, the dashing groom, exuding a powerful aura. He was dressed in a classic black tuxedo with a crisp white shirt and a perfectly tied black bowtie. The tuxedo accentuated his strong and confident presence, and his demeanor radiated an air of authority and charm.

This time, her prank wouldn’t work on me. A whiff of Dominic’s cologne infiltrated my nose. I didn’t need to see to know he was here. Music started, and the procession inched down the aisle. I gazed at my groom, who looked drop-dead gorgeous in a navy tuxedo. It almost blended with the color of the caldera!

"I promise I know what I did wrong, Giselle," Benjamin said humbly. "I've already fired Chelsea, deleted all her contact details, and even finalized the divorce with her. I promise I won't have anything to do with her or her daughter again." He looked apologetic. "Please don't be mad at me anymore. Come back with me, and we'll get married, okay? I've already picked the venue and ordered the outfit. Everything is ready. I'm just missing you, the bride…"

He’s wearing a black three-piece suit that clung to his body like second skin. His smile reached his eyes, the entire universe reflected in them. Those eyes spoke of promise and of hope, excitement and eagerness. They made his handsome features more handsome by the sheer happiness that emanated from them. His smile, oh his smile! Like the first time she saw him, it’s sweet and captivating. It spoke of anticipation, bliss, and hope. He’s the perfect groom.

Don't be afraid you won't get a mate, because every human being is created in pairs. ~~~~~~ Meeting someone who will later become our soul mate is something that is very much awaited, no one knows how the universe will bring them together, which is a definite thing. Without realizing the long-awaited day has arrived, the wedding that was originally unwanted is now the one that has been eagerly awaited. Allen looked at his reflection in the mirror, with bridal makeup in general, Allen looked very beautiful even as if he wasn't himself.