The Groomer Novels & Stories

"The wedding ended late, and the courthouse was already closed. I'll go get the marriage certificate with you next time." Seeing the uneasiness on her face, I chose not to expose her lie and simply stubbed out the cigarette in my hand. I had already received a message from Jonathan. He told me that their wedding banquet ended early and that they went to the city hall at 3:00 pm to get their marriage certificate. They had also found time to have a small party with friends. After eating, drinking, and enjoying themselves, they headed to a karaoke bar and only remembered me after everything was over.

Adro replied before embracing Grace again and laying her down. "I can't wait to marry you," Grace said, drawing a line on Adro's cheek with her finger. "You'll surely look enchanting in a wedding dress," Adro said, taking a deep breath. "Just imagining it makes me nervous." Grace chuckled. "A model and a prince like you?" "A wedding ceremony happens only once in a lifetime. I'll also be facing the most beautiful bride in the world," Adro answered, rubbing his face on Grace's neck and making her giggle.

He was still wearing the same suit from yesterday, but his face was haggard and covered in stubble, with deep, dark circles under his eyes. Gone was the smug, self-assured man from before. It seemed he had already spoken to Lilian and fully understood the situation. He must have realized that I was serious about calling off the wedding and that this wasn't just some impulsive tantrum. The moment we met, he begrudgingly tossed the wedding ring at me and frowned. "Clara Whitmore, do you think marriage is some kind of game? You can't just say it's over and walk away!"

Saint growls, making the floor rumble below our feet. “I swear to the Moon Goddess, Bronx. I’m the real Reginald Adam Slater. My wolf’s name is Crusher. I’m your Gamma, bro. What do I have to do to prove it to you?” He opens his eyes and looks at me desperately. “My parents are Carol and Adam. My mate is Ashley English. You, me, and Milo have appointments on Monday to get fitted for tuxedos for my wedding. You're my best man, bro. Milo is the only other groomsman. Bronx, please listen to me.”

"Are you kidding me? what wedding? didn't you say that I had to go through some rituals? What about the Grooming stuff, how about the classes I was supposed to take for at least a month? " " there won't be any grooming or classes, we are getting married tomorrow and that's final. honestly, I don't have time for all that bullshit. Besides, you agreed to marry me right? so why do you care whether or not our wedding holds place tomorrow or in a month? "

He turned to me sharply, barking, "So, this is fake? That means the company seal on it is fake, too? Giselle, did you not know that forging a company seal is illegal? "Still, since we've known each other for so long, I'll give you a chance. If you get back together with me and return to work properly, I can pretend none of this ever happened. I won't pursue anything from before either. "Otherwise, don't blame me for suing you."

"What? I'm just saying, if you want this to be perfect, step it up. Remember, there are many cameras waiting for a peek outside that door." This wedding had created quite a buzz, and everyone wanted to know what would happen after the storm my family had weathered. Hoping that their lenses would capture this happily ever after ending. But with each passing second, as the time got later, doubts started creeping in about whether it would happen. No, no, I shouldn't lose hope. I trust Natasha, I love her, and she loves me back. I just need to be patient. "Here they are..." Aaron announced, taking his place by my side and nudging me with his elbow. "Get yourself together, Mr. Groom, or Tasha wil

This elegant gazebo held up to 100 chairs, and the guests were filling up fast. The guys exit the SUV into the pavilion connected to the wedding gazebo. It was closed off for the reception. Six groomsmen looked very debonaire! All their hair was styled to perfection. They were wearing a pair of pale peach straight-leg dress slacks with breezy cream silk sheer shirts that gave off a silhouette of their broad shoulders and chest. With several buttons open displaying the varying skin complexions of their masculine chest. The male seashell necklace matches the female seashell accessories.

"Calling the police? What would that look like? The wedding invitations have already gone out. Do you know how unlucky that is? How disgraceful?" "Exactly," her husband echoed. "The police would have to investigate, ask questions—how would it look to have the groom missing right before the ceremony?" I laughed silently to myself. They said calling the police was bad luck, but the truth was, they were all in on it—two of a kind, and not the good kind.

I was about to take it when Helios swatted his hand away. "Fuck off," he growled, as if ready to kill, but Creed only laughed. "Chill! No one's going to steal her here," Creed said, still chuckling. The other three introduced themselves. I learned that the man named Luther was the groom. I offered my congratulations, and he thanked me before my gaze shifted to the man beside him. "You know me," he said with his familiar smirk. I nodded. "Hunter," I acknowledged, and he gave me a two-finger salute.