The Groomer Novels & Stories

Just ice and a hundred foot concrete wall between us. “Sit still,” the groomer pleaded and I forced myself to stay still, letting her do her job. Within the next ten minutes, I was out of the tub, my hair was dry and she had bathed me in perfume that complimented the scent of my bath water; strawberry and milk.

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.

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.

he says, his voice carrying that peculiar blend of strictness and charm that belongs to people who are used to being obeyed. I blink at him. "Dressed? Hunter didn't mention we were going anywhere." "We are here to do our jobs, Wifey," the head groomer says, and there's just a hint of amusement in his voice. "Don't make it hard, alright?" The word 'Wifey' hits different this morning. It should probably bother me—the possessiveness of it, the way it's meant to be demeaning, the way it strips away my identity and replaces it with a title. But deep down, underneath all the things I'm supposed to feel, there's this flutter in my chest.

Delaney struggled desperately, driving her knee into his groin. Tristan's face flushed red as unbearable pain swept through him. Then, Delaney kicked him off the couch. "I love you so much, yet all you think about is Maxwell," Tristan said, gritting his teeth. "Where exactly am I lacking? I'm the heir of the Carrington family and your legal husband. What does Maxwell even amount to?" "Ha! Heir of the Carrington family?" A stern female voice rang out. Eight men in suits burst in, followed by a badly beaten man who was thrown to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

The air was charged with anticipation as they approached the Center, the buzz of activity filling their ears. Upon entering the Green Zone, Christopher was greeted by an array of sights and sounds. Hunters in groups sparred with each other, their movements swift and calculated. Elementalists conjured fire and ice, sending bursts of energy soaring through the air. Experienced hunters taught younger recruits the art of combat, their voices filled with guidance and wisdom. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Christopher made his way to the designated area where trainers awaited. His heart pounded in his chest as he prepared himself mentally for the challenges ahead.

Karin wakes up on her bed smiling. This has become the norm for her lately and everything felt surreal. She will be getting married in two days in a simple ceremony involving her family and Johan's closest friends Eric and Chadwick. He told her he'd be introducing her to his family when he feels it's alright to. His statement had alarm bells ringing in my head, with all manner of 'what ifs' threatening to throw me over the edge, in-fact, I almost passed out, had he not specifically calmed me to trust his instincts because that's how he relates with his half siblings.

The officiant asked me in his priestly glory, "Mr. Nicholas Shaw, do you take Miss Tiffany Wilson to be your lawfully wedded wife? "To have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, and till death do you part?" "I do."

"The groom, at his own mating ceremony!" I stepped back quickly, but the damage was done. Everyone was staring now at me and Terzo.

They sit on either side, and the car sets course, down the dusty street to a destination I know so well. The grand pavilion. They lock me in a room reserved when the ceremony preparations take place. My heart is racing. I stare, eyes fixated on the door, expecting Lukas Montclair to storm in at any moment. My breath catches when the door knob moves. It opens from the outside and a middle-aged woman steps in, followed closely by three omega servants. "I'm Viora. Your groomer. Your mating ceremony starts in two hours and I'll be getting you ready."